Natalie Wintrop was a tall, elegant blonde, who was very popular as a stewardess. She worked for a major airline, and was assigned the "around the world" run. She learned rapidly how to take advantage of her travel to meet interesting new people in the various exciting cities where her far-flung plane routing took her.
At first, she was a shy girl and somewhat uneasy meeting men from every continent. But it wasn't long before she had developed into a very mature and sophisticated young woman who could cope with the strange new life she had chosen.
Yet to her surprise, the airline captain on the Los Angeles run, was always pursuing her. She knew he was not a married man, yet she didn't want to become involved with him.
Yet, he would always suggest they go places together in London. She tried to keep it on a platonic basis, but Jeff was always working toward exactly the opposite goal.
It was in Istanbul, she chanced to meet a handsome young Turk in a restaurant who became so turned-on by her contrasting blonde beauty he went down the street after her, begging for her to just to speak to him. Finally, she couldn't resist the temptation of getting acquainted with him as he seemed like a man of mystery and intrigue, say nothing of wealth.
Soon, she looked forward to going to Istanbul more than any other city in the world. And after that came a businessman in Bombay involved in India's huge film industry. She met him at the Starlight Bar in the Taj Mahal Hotel, and soon that relationship blossomed. There was a diamond merchant in Hong Kong who tried to involve her by gifting her with a diamond butterfly, which did bedazzle her. And In Hawaii, she met a retired American who'd come to the islands to enjoy his wealth in the sunshine.
She discovered that men of different nations in the world community had different erotic desires. And she also quickly found out how profitable it could be to throw over her inhibitions and carry on with these men as if nothing was wrong.
Yet there was a persistent and most disturbing tugging at her conscience that continued. And it was this troubling fact that bothered her when her parents would ask her about her romantic situation. For, immediately her own past would flashback into her mind; the wild orgies, the ugly acts, and the rewards. Being a stewardess had been marvelous in some ways, but distressing in others. And what was even more troubling was the fact she enjoyed the involvements.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kathy Mitchell, the staid Personnel Director was giving some words of advice to the two new stewardesses who were just starting with the World-Wide Airlines.
"Both of you might consider sharing an apartment together in Los Angeles. This will be your home base. Of course Natalie will be going on the around-the world World-Wide flight and Gloria Miller will be working on the Los Angeles to Mexico City run. Nevertheless, there's is no reason why both of you can't cut down on your expenses by sharing an apartment."
Natalie, a tall, elegant blonde smiled at Gloria, and asked her what she thought about sharing an apartment. Gloria thought it over. It was true they both could save some money. Yet she knew it was equally true that she would be sacrificing some privacy and this troubled her. She had never shared a place with anyone. As the blonde young stewardess, Natalie Winthrop, looked at the olive-skinned, dark-haired Gloria who didn't answer, she replied, "well, you can think it over ... you don't have to make your mind up today!"
Gloria looked up. "I have thought it over. There isn't any reason why we can't do that. I think Mrs. Mitchell has given us a good idea."
"Girls, make sure you get those vaccinations required for your flights in a day or two. As one week from today, you'll begin your flight-runs."
They both thanked Mrs. Mitchell, and left the administration office on Beverly Boulevard and headed for the nearby coffee shop where they could talk about finding an apartment.
"Where do you think we should begin looking for an apartment?" Gloria asked Natalie.
"We must think of driving distance from the airport," Natalie reminded her as they both placed their orders for coffee.
"You can say that again," Gloria nodded somberly. "Distances are so great out here you can spend a fortune on gas. I wish they had the subway like we do in New York City. That would help."
"They'll never have one in Los Angeles," she exclaimed with a tinge of disgust. "Not that they don't need one. Right around the airport is too noisy. I'd hate to have an apartment there. With all those planes zooming overhead day and night we'd never get much sleep."
As the girls talked about a convenient location, they checked out the available apartments and decided on a West Los Angeles location. However, finding the apartment they could both agree on wasn't easy.
Finally they did locate one on the second floor of Maybury Apartments in West Los Angeles. The large picture window in the living room provided them with a superb view of the mountains rising in the distance.
"This is it," Gloria declared, going through the apartment with an admiring eye.
Natalie followed her, and the landlady followed close behind them.
"I haven't had very good luck with stewardesses," she declared. "I hope you girls aren't like some of the others."
"What do you mean?" Natalie Winthrop asked, not understanding at all.
Laying it on the line, the landlady shook her head grimly, "some of the stewardesses and the pilots had parties ... parties that developed into drunken orgies."
"How awful!" Gloria exclaimed, "we wouldn't be noisy and sex parties are out!"
"I certainly hope so," the landlady shook her head, "it was a real nightmare having that crowd here."
"I'm just starting," Natalie informed the landlady, "and I don't have many friends."
"You seem like the wholesome kind of girls I'm looking for," the landlady finally agreed, "and I hope you stay that way!"
Once the two young stewardesses had signed the leases and paid the rent, they arranged for the furniture to be moved into the apartment. And then the big day came when Natalie would begin her exciting new life as a stewardess. The first hop was the Los Angeles to London jaunt.
The Captain immediately found Natalie a very attractive addition to the flight crew and every free moment she had he wanted her to be with him up in the cock-pit.
"I'm anxious to see London," Natalie told Steve Moore, the handsome young Captain.
"I'd love to show you around that town," he told her, "that is if you'll let me."
"Why not?" Natalie smiled, "where are you staying?"
"The Kensington Close Hotel," Steve told her.
"Me too," Natalie grinned excitedly, "that's a big surprise. We're staying at the same hotel."
"Not exactly a big surprise," Steve laughed, "The airlines book the captains and the stewardesses into the same hotel. You'll like the Kensington Close. It is not far from downtown London by the Tube and you'll enjoy seeing Kensington Palace and Gardens nearby."
When they finally did arrive in London, Natalie was so exhausted she slept for almost a day. When she finally did wake up to the insistent ringing of the telephone she was surprised to hear Steve's voice.
"Hello, Natalie...." he began, "remember our date?"
"Oh, yes, Steve," she told him. "Why don't we go to dinner together?"
"An excellent idea," he replied.
An hour later, Steve picked her up at her room and they took the subway to downtown London getting off at Picadilly. The blinking bright lights of the huge theater marquees fascinated Natalie.
"What a beautiful place this is," she exclaimed excitedly, as she saw the quaint buildings, the splashing fountains, and the small white church with it quaint steeple which was such an interesting throwback to another era. Together, they walked down to the Strand. Once again Natalie couldn't help marvel at the interesting marquee above the Adelphi Theater. They passed the Savoy Hotel and came to Simpson's on the Strand.
"We'll have a regular British dinner," he told her. "Simpson's is famous for its roast beef."
Waiters in black tuxedos, combining with the formal British decor of Simpson's provided the perfect setting for a typically British dinner. Following a pleasant meal, they again walked around the St. James Square and finally took the subway back to Kensington.
Everything went smoothly until Natalie tried to say goodnight to the young, blonde, broad-shouldered Captain Steve Moore at her hotel room door.
"Isn't it rather early to say goodnight?" he smiled, putting one foot in the door.
"Captain Moore," Natalie said sternly, "I ... I don't know what is typical behavior for the other stewardesses on your flights, but I can tell you how I feel about...."
"About what?" the young blonde Captain smiled, putting on his most charming act.
"About getting too friendly too fast if you know what I mean," she told him flatly.
The Captain wasn't so easily put off.
"It's rather awkward kissing a girl goodnight in the hallway," he smiled innocently, edging his foot farther in the door.
Natalie had to admit that perhaps she was imagining things. Maybe the young airline pilot merely wanted a small show of affection and she had read him all wrong. Being too suspicious could be as bad as not being suspicious at all.
"Alright," she told him, "but we both had better get too bed before its too late."
"I couldn't agree more," the Captain smiled, wrapping his arms around Natalie and bringing her body closer to him as he pressed his lips on hers affectionately.
When he had finished Frenching with her, Natalie stood there with her mouth open. She was stunned by the wanton boldness of Captain Steve Moore. He had seemed like such a reserved nice man at first. But now he was turning into a sex-wild man with animalistic instincts.
"You'd better get going," she warned him.
When she became angry, she was incredibly beautiful in a sensuous way and this provided the kind of magnetic attraction that prompted Steve to continue his hanky-panky love-making.
"You look like a lonely girl," he smiled, and then she felt him reaching for her again. His arms swept around her, and once more he was pressing his lips passionately on hers. Soon he was gently sliding his tongue in her mouth and then he was sucking on her tongue, obviously trying hard to fire her up.
"You need to be loved," he insisted, when he eased his tongue from her mouth, "and I'm just the man for you. You're a single girl and I'm not married so why not? Who will know?"
Even though Natalie had always thought of herself as uninhibited she still couldn't quite bring herself to turn-on this quickly with the hot and very bold young Captain.
"Maybe ... another time," she tried to beg off.
There was no begging off anymore. The Captain was anxious to start kissing her again. The mischievous gleam in her eyes told him that perhaps she wouldn't object if they did get going.
"Don't tell me you are a virgin," he laughed.
There was something demeaning about the way the young Captain said that. It taunted her to think he might feel she had managed to slip by high school, college and the airline program for the stewardess's and still remain a virgin.
"Of course not," she snapped indignantly, "but that doesn't mean I'm ready to hop in bed with every man that wants to...."
Once again, Steve's eyes were focused on hers.
And once more his lips were pressing on hers. It bothered her in one way, but it aroused her in another. He started to kiss her, and proceeded to slide his tongue in and out of her mouth until she couldn't stand it any longer.
"Please...." he whispered and then she succumbed. They went into the bedroom together and she undressed in the dark. When he saw the voluptuous nakedness of her beautiful body he licked his lips in anxious anticipation. He could hardly wait to see her completely naked.
His eyes went down to the trim curves of her body, and he saw the blonde pubic hair ... and the quivering moist lips of her pussy.
Steve didn't take long to strip. Soon the two of them were naked on her bed and his eyes once more looked between her splayed legs. He began kissing her, but she seemed suddenly embarrassed as he pressed his lips against her bosoms, and began licking persuasively down to her crotch.
"What's wrong?" the naked airline Captain asked the stewardess.
"I ... I've never had a man go down on me," she explained, her lower lip quivering nervously.
Her remark didn't turn him off. Instead it turned him all the more on. "Then, it's about time you did have somebody get down there and eat your cunt out. You're so beautiful, Natalie ... and I know you're going to taste delicious."
Steve was revving her up, firing her imagination, getting her own lusty desires soaring.
Still feeling some traces of guilt over what she was doing, Natalie was nevertheless drawn into the magnetic web of erotic desire that he was spinning for her.
"If you want to...." she said softly.
Her eyes never left him as she watched what he was doing. She could observe as he licked her that he was breathing deeply. And down between his legs she could see the long, thick flesh of his penis. It was throbbing with man-sized hardness as he licked his way to her quivering pussy-lips.
The beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina indicated to Steve just how stimulated Natalie was. His tongue swept down to her cunt, and he licked the moist pink pussy lips hungrily. As she parted her legs, the appealing folds of her pussy seemed to flower in anxious openness. She was anxious to have him pressing his hot lips against her cunt-lips. He could tell she was just aching for it to slip between her legs.
Reaching his hands gently under the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks, he wasted no time in letting his tongue slide along her cuntal slit.
Natalie was hot and trembled against him, her eyes closing as she breathed anxiously, her cunt lips seeing his lips. Steve kissed her cunt and she responded, shoving her cunt up to his face. His mouth opened around her pussy, his lips pressing hard as his tongue searched inside her moist mound.
Natalie's hand shook with the excitement she felt in her loins, as she reached down, firmly gripping his head and shoving him down there. She needed his tongue desperately now. She wanted to feel him licking inside her, sucking on her cunt, eating her.
The lewdness of the act inflamed her own carnal appetite.
The naked blonde stewardess anxiously squirmed her sweet-smelling feminine body frantically against the Captain's hot mouth. Steve loved the feel of her wriggling ass-cheeks, as she twisted back and forth.
Her thighs parted, as she twisted on her side and he began flipping his tongue inside her like a sex machine. Pressing her thighs against his burning hot face, she pumped her pelvis in time to his hot tongue stabs, crying out passionately, "Ohhhh, ahhh, suck me ... suck my cunt ... suck me!"
His arms went around her, and he gripped her smooth, firm round ass-cheeks tightly. The warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay between her soft, trembling thighs, tasted delicious to him. The more he sucked on her there, the more aroused she became.
"Eat me ... suck my cunt ... eat my pussy," she begged him frantically, as her hands gripped his head tighter, pinning him to her pussy.
The lust-flames that burned in her body were almost consuming her in their ferocity. Never before had any man ever loved her like this. It was one thing to have a man's huge cock stabbing inside her, and she loved that. Yes, this tongue slipping in her cunt seemed like the ultimate and most intimate of all sex connections and she loved it.
"Suck me ... suck my juicy cunt ... suck me!" she panted, becoming more aroused every moment.
Grasping, hissing with frenzied passions, she arched her body now, rhythmically pumping her cunt in his face.
"Eat me ... eat my pussy," she begged, as she finally gushed. Steve wasted no time in lapping up her hot, juicy cunt. He kept his tongue surging inside her, arousing her, igniting her still more. Natalie was coming in multiple climaxes, a tribute to Steve's lashing tongue movements, which had given her so much erotic pleasure.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, eat me ... eat my cunt, " she cried out passionately.
This pleased Steve. He could take the credit for transforming Natalie from a shy, sweet young stewardess into a wanton woman who could beg for it without shame or inhibition.
"Yessss, " the young blonde girl groaned, her body writhing in erotic response to his stabbing tongue.
Slipping his hands from underneath her ass cheeks, he reached up to squeeze the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the crinkly hard peaks of her erect nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her loins wiggling upward until he buried his face in her delicious crotch. His wet tongue, continued sliding in her slick cuntal hole, savoring the taste of her twat.
"Ohhhh, keep licking me there," she begged frantically, as her hips twisted, her body writhing in sexual ecstasy. "Yes ... yes ... nibble me there, Steve ... pleassssse!"
She was gasping for air, enjoying his ravenous pussy eating episode. When he finally did release his tight grip on her tits, and slide his tongue from her cunt, he licked his lips, savoring the taste of her.
"I ... I never believed I could enjoy that before," she admitted candidly. "You were fantastic!"
Steve prided himself on his cunt eating capabilities. And he didn't hesitate to express his gratitude to young Natalie for enjoying it with him.
"I ... I'm glad you enjoyed it, Natalie," he told her, "so did I!"
Natalie gave him a strange look as he got off the bed. Drops of cum were oozing from his cock-tip. His quivering huge cock obviously needed some satisfaction. Its huge, purple-veined head with the small slit at the crown of his cock where the drops of crystal cum were slowly oozing out all told her just how excited he had become. It gave Natalie a sense of power to see his need, his hugeness, his dripping cum.
CHAPTER TWO
"Now it's your turn," he smiled, getting on top of her in a straddling position.
She squirmed under Steve's muscled weight trying to break free. She didn't like the idea of doing what he expected of her now. His ass-cheeks were resting on her tits, and she could feel his muscular legs as he pressed tightly againt her.
"Go ahead," he demanded, "play with my ass while you lick my cock!"
Reaching behind him, she squeezed the sinewy cheeks of his buttocks, and his cock probed between her lips. But she wouldn't open her lips. Steve kept pressing the bulbous, pulsing head of his cock against her moist lips. But she wouldn't open her mouth for him to enter.
"Hurry up, Natalie," he begged, "I can't stand it. I need your mouth around my cock soooo bad!"
She loved having him this aroused. His voice came in hoarse, whispery gasps as he pushed his huge, throbbing cock against her lips.
His buttocks brushed against the soft fleshiness of her large breasts. He could feel her erect nipples touching his firm ass-cheeks.
Steve's cock trembled. He wanted to plunge his huge penis into her mouth. He was anxious to shove the sensitive, lust-bloated head of his cock deep down her throat and give her a face-fuck she would never forget. After all he reasoned he had gone down on her cunt, so why shouldn't she give him a cocksuck.
"Oohhh, Natalie ... come on, suck me ... suck me," he begged, his voice cracking in fervent arousal. Now, Natalie's lips trembled, her eyelids began fluttering. It was obvious she was considering permitting him to face-fuck her. Steve wanted nothing more than to sink his aching, huge prick between her full, sensuous lips. He wanted to see his throbbing penis sliding smoothly in and out of her mouth, and to drive it down her throat with hot, uncontrolled lust. This was his desire. He had to have her like this.
Finally, she reached up and grabbed his huge throbbing cock. She pulled it to her lips, and ever so gently let her tongue slide over the tip. She could taste him starting to cum. It got Steve so excited his balls tightened, and he began fucking her face sliding it deep inside her mouth. Her lips fastened firmly on his huge, throbbing cock.
Grabbing her head with one hand, Steve guided his huge cock with his other hand, telling her to grab his buttocks, while he fucked her.
Natalie had never given head before. She could hardly believe it was happening to her now.
It was getting even bigger as he pushed it in. She almost choked on his cock, her eyes were half open as she looked blankly up at him. It didn't matter that she could barely see his face. The only thing that she cared about now was his rock hard cock. Steve's lunging cock. His huge, beautiful, hard throbbing prick stabbing rhythmically down her throat.
Steve entered her mouth with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a powerful lunge, and then he was driving his cock down her throat repeatedly with all of his force and strength. His balls rode her lips as he stabbed in her mouth all the way.
"Ohhh, yes, yesss," he gasped as he fucked her furiously. The wonderful sensation of her elastic lips clasping at his sliding, long cock got him more aroused than ever.
"Suck ... suck my prick," he begged, as she grasped his huge, throbbing cock in her mouth, sucking down hard. He closed his eyes, savoring the exquisite pain of her teeth biting lightly on his stabbing prick.
He enjoyed probing down her throat, seeing her face flush in the heat of passion. The delicious tightness of her throat as he brushed the head of his cock back and forth got him more aroused than ever.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yes ... eat me ... eat me, " he begged frantically knowing he was about ready to explode inside her.
As Steve pumped his cock down her throat, he would rise up and lower himself. With every downswing, his hairy balls swept lewdly against her lips, his ass-cheeks pressing against her tits, adding lusty pleasure to the obscene act.
Her hot hands clasped his buttocks. She could feel his firm ass-muscles flex as he fucked her hard.
"That's the way," he panted, "Now ... ohhh, I'm almost there. Fasten your lips on my prick! Suck ... suck it ... ohhh, ahhh, suck!"
Natalie gurgled and grunted with every thrust of his long stiff prick. She strangely loved the unique sensation of having him slipping his cock deep in her mouth and suddenly sliding it down her throat. The intimacy of the act, the closeness of his crotch, the stimulating effect of his sweaty balls slapping against her lips with every downswing of his buttocks as he pressed against her naked, hard-nippled tits made her skin shiver with the passion of their wanton lovemaking.
"Suck ... suck it off," he begged, knowing how close he was to climax. He was determined she would give him the wildest fuck-suck of his life. And as Natalie closed her eyes, permitting him to stab his prick as deeply in her throat as he desired, he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he was shooting his wad down her throat.
Natalie was in a rapturous pain. The unique pain of being fucked wildly, that only a wanton woman could ever know. She enjoyed having his prick sliding down her throat, and with a trace of a sadistic thrill, loved the sensation of his sweaty, hairy balls slapping lewdly across her lips, when he'd drive his cock in her mouth and down her throat the whole distance.
"Ohhh, I'm aiming, "he cried ecstatically, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yes ... suck off ... eat me ... eat my cum!"
His head rocked from side to side as he felt himself being literally sucked inside her mouth.
"Ahhh, ohhh, eat me ... eat my cummmm!"
The lusty airline pilot watched the sucking stewardess as she sucked and swallowed him. Her face was flushed with erotic delight as she finished giving him the kind of erotic stimulation he required.
Slowly he eased his cock from her lips, some of his cum dribbling on her lips. Natalie licked her lips greedily, enjoying the taste of every delicious drop of his sticky cum.
As she lay there quietly, he looked down on her.
"You are a good cock eater," he smiled.
Now that it was all over, Natalie suddenly came to the unpleasant awareness of what she had done. This was all wrong, and she knew it. They both had done wrong things. He should never have gone down on her, and she should never have given him a blow-job.
Seeing that she was troubled, Steve didn't hesitate to ask her what was the matter.
"What's wrong?" he asked, getting off the bed, and looking down at her curiously.
"I don't know," she replied. She got off the bed, and searched for a cigarette. Steve found some, and gave one to her and then he suggested they phone room service for some booze.
"Didn't I taste good?" he chuckled.
"It wasn't that," she said, taking a deep puff of her cigarette and then going back to the bed and stretching out.
"Look, Natalie," Steve spoke confidentially, "you are a big girl now. You'll find men around the world who have wilder ideas about sex than I do. You've got to grow up, and live a little!"
"Maybe you're right," she admitted, "but I'll confess ... all this is new to me!"
Somehow, Natalie found it nearly impossible to think of sex in such a light vein as Steve could. Steve, in the meantime, began looking at her with lusty eyes, wondering if she would let him have sex with her again. Unable to fathom the fact Steve could still want more sex, Natalie looked away from him as he placed his hand on his throbbing long penis.
"I ... I'd like to fuck you one more time," he told her.
"Did it ever occur to you, Steve," she said evenly, "you might be oversexed!"
"Yes," he smiled proudly, as he began stroking on his huge cock. "And I've never had any complaints from the women I've fucked!"
He came over to her, and stood beside the bed. His muscled nakedness did appeal to her. She had never wanted to touch a man as much as she wanted to touch Steve right now. She could hardly wait to feel his huge, throbbing cock and he knew it. His cock stood out in front of him and he smiled anxiously down at her.
"Go ahead ... touch it ... "
Reaching out, she touched him all over. Steve instantly got on the bed with Natalie. She was touching him everywhere now, feeling the ridges of his muscles, brushing her bosoms over the hairy patches of his legs and chest, and anxiously squeezing the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks.
"That's what I like," he told her, "a woman who isn't afraid to give vent to her feelings."
The sexual electricity that charged through her body now seemed to arouse and ignite her passions as nothing before ever had.
"Oh, Steve," she panted, as she pulled on his huge, thick prick, "I can't stand it! I need your cock sooo bad!"
Natalie mewled in a hoarse whisper, as she suddenly began kissing him again and again all over his entire body. She was leaving passionate welts of naked arousal across his bare back as her fingernails clawed.
"I like a girl to use her tongue on me," Steve smiled as he lay on his back, and watched her. She went at him with the agility of a monkey. She started licking at his chest, moving in a smooth tongue trail down to his flat, smooth stomach. And then she licked around his crotch. This got him most aroused of all.
"Go right ahead," he smiled, placing his hands behind his head on the pillow and enjoying what she was doing. Her hand gripped his huge, throbbing cock. She licked the underside of his shaft, gently letting her tongue lick at the tip of his penis.
She enjoyed tantalizing him, but it was proving tantalizing to her as well. Her mouth slipped over the head of his meaty cockshaft, and soon she was sucking down on his throbbing cock.
At the same time her fingertips gingerly massaged his balls. This got him so excited he spread his legs in open invitation for her to play around his ass-cheeks.
Sliding her mouth off his huge prick, she licked down to his balls. Her tongue lashed back and forth across his testicles as she tried hard to ignite his passion. That she was succeeding was indicated by his lust-bloated balls. With her mouth open, she let Steve's nuts slip inside her mouth as she sucked on them ravenously.
"Ohhh, yes ... yessss," he gasped excitedly, "that's how ... suck ... suck my balls, Natalie!"
While she kept his balls agitated with her smooth tongue movements, as she held them in her mouth, she kept her hand busy pulling up and down on his throbbing long prick.
"Jack it for me," he begged her, "that's the way you do it ... ohhh, yessssss, just like that!"
With skillful hand manipulations, she was keeping him turned-on. Rhythmically, she kept pumping on his huge penis, and he groaned impatiently.
"Let me cock it to you, Nat, baby ... I want to fuck your cunt!"
It was obvious he couldn't wait much longer. Letting his balls slide from her mouth, she made a tongue trail down to his ass-crack. He was tingling with erotic excitement as he felt her tongue flip along his ass-hole.
"Baby, crush your tits against my prick," he suggested.
She immediately brushed her large bosoms against his cock. He loved the thrilling sensation of his huge penis being placed between her tits.
"Yes ... yess ... ohhh, baby ... roll those tits against my prick," he begged her. She could feel his tense, trembling balls as his cock quivered between her breasts.
When she pulled up, Steve squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the erect peak of her nipples, enjoying this immensely. He could hardly wait to shove the head of his prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat.
"Get on your back, Natalie," he smiled.
As if hypnotized by Steve's words, she rolled over on her back, spreading her legs obediently for him. Now, he got on top of her. He was anxious to let his cock probe down deeply between her thighs. He was eager to feel the huge head of his throbbing penis pressing incitingly against the puckered hot lips of her moistening pussy.
Natalie was squirming under all his muscled weight, her back arching in a surprising show of strength. He was eager to feel the pliant folds of her pussy parting, to give him greater access to her steaming hot slit.
"I want it," she begged frantically, "Ohhh, I need your cock. Fuck me, Steve. Fuck me!"
Steve was pleased with the erotic transformation. Natalie had thrown away her inhibitions, killed the guilt she felt surfacing and now could accede to the wanton lust she felt welling up within her.
Once again, he squeezed her ripe tits, and she spread her thighs wider, making his entrance easier.
Soon he was shoving the head of his huge prick luridly between the soft splayed lips of her twat.
"Feels good," he smiled, as his cock drove forward, aroused by the feel of her curly pubic hair framing her cunt.
Groaning passionately, Natalie begged him to speed it up. It seemed almost as if he was sliding his prick in her cunt in slow motion.
"Fuck me ... ohhhhh, come on ... fuck me, "she cried anxiously. It felt as if she couldn't stand it a second longer. Her lips trembled, her eyelids fluttered, her cunt was juicing.
Steve was ignited by her response as if a thousand jolts of electricity had been shot through his body. He was sweating now as he rammed it in her cunt. He was glad to see she was begging, panting, pleading for his throbbing cock. He felt her hands reach up eagerly. She grabbed it and worked it with a squeal of pleasure between the moist and pliant folds of her pussy, pulling his huge bulbous cockhead through the fleecy blonde cunt curls that outlined her pussy. And then he felt the grip of her cunt, tight, firm, hot.
"Ohhhhh, I feel it," she moaned in ecstasy, "Fuck me ... I want it ... every inch of it ... fuck me!"
Steve was shoving it in her cunt with all his might. Her ravenous cunt grasped at his stabbing, driving cock. At this point he was like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat. He shoved into her with penetrating, hard cockstabs.
"Ohhh, yesss, yessss, fuck me ... fuck meeeee!" she gasped greedily. He continued thrusting into her with savage, hard strokes, and she was becoming more excited every time.
The pressure of her tight pussy ... the walls closing around his thrusting shaft inflamed his passion.
He closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful pleasure of her magnificent tight cuntal grip on his stabbing cock. He kept probing her pussy with his driving, stabbing cock, stimulating her more every moment.
Every inch of his manly, hard prick meat was fucking into her now. She was responding by letting her cunt muscles grab at his thrusting cock. And he was getting more turned-on every moment.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged passionately. He nearly cried out from the strength of her grip. Natalie was one of that rare breed of female with complete control down where it counted. She had a super snapping pussy.
like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat, he continued driving his pecker into her. Her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could see the rippling after-shocks of his deep-thrusting fucking as her skin shivered with the wild delight of their adulterous lovemaking.
The delicious pain of being fucked was driving her out of her mind. Her hands reached behind him, to claw at his back.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, yess, yessssss," she whimpered animalishly through clenched teeth, as he went on driving his manhood into the rubbery grip of her twat as it pulled him wantonly into the hot depths of her womanhood.
Steve was pumping deep into her hot cunt now. Closing his eyes, he savored the super sensations of having his cock sucked in her juicy cunt like quicksand.
"That's what I want," she moaned, "you know how. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
His deep-thrusting fucking was driving her bananas. She loved the way he plunged his penis into the fleshy hot depths of her greedily grasping cunt. She couldn't get enough of him. Her voluptuously thrusting breasts ignited the virile, young Captain's cock. He rammed it into her with hard, penetrating cockstabs.
With an extra-powerful thrust of his long hard cock, she felt powerless to stop him from doing anything he wanted with her body. The keen, intense pleasure she felt caused her breath to come short. He was giving her all of his virile hard strength, shoving into her with anxious cockstabs.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yessss, yesssss, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she mewled, as he pressed his hairy chest hard against her upturned bosoms. With surprising vigor she was responding to him, pushing up against him with such anxious furor she was almost falling off the bed. Grunting, and moaning like a possessed, she clung tightly to this muscled, firm young man, reaching behind him to grip his sinewy ass-cheeks.
Gently parting Steve's buttocks, she slid a finger up his tight rectum. As she massaged his prostate gland, he became more keenly excited than ever.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried impetuously, "Ohhh, ahhh, yesss, yessss!" This kind of wild love-making was sending them both into orbit. She could hardly stand it anymore.
She ground around under him as his prick pumped rhythmically into her grasping, greedy cunt.
At the same time she never lost finger-contact with his tight ass-hole. He enjoyed the feel of her finger slipping up his tight rectum with wild abandon.
She loved the lewd sound of his balls slapping against her tightly clenched ass-cheeks, as she parted her legs still wider to grant him total access to her clutching pussy.
"Keep your finger sliding up my ass-hole," he begged, "yes ... just like that ... now you're fucking. You know how! Ohhh, ahhhh, yessss, fuck! Fuckitoffffff!"
She couldn't stop now. Her insistent finger continued pumping up his hot, tight ass-hole and then she came. He felt his cock stabbing smoothly in her pussy hole, as he arrived at orgasm too.
"I ... I'm cuming," he grunted, "fuck ... fuck!"
Her rubber-gripping cuntal muscles squeezed his stabbing cock, squeezing all the cum out of his jabbing, plunging penis.
She couldn't seem to get enough of him. Withdrawing her finger from Steve's hot rectum, she let her full hands grip his ass-cheeks. She squeezed his hot buttocks, adding fire to his fuel. Steve continued ramming his prick in her gripping cunt, telling her how good it felt.
"Just like that!" he groaned, "Ohhh, ahhhh, I'm cuming again. Milk my prick in your hot cunt!"
She squeezed the cream out of his cock as her body thrashed about. Their bodies were fused in lust, their features twisted in a lust-contorted expression indicating absolute surrender to the carnal passions that surged through their tingling bodies like a flash-flood.
Steve's muscular, virile body was soaked with sweat as tiny rivulets of perspiration dripped from the crevices of his legs and torso, falling like a gentle rainfall on her tingling body beneath him.
Steve continued pumping up and down like a sex-machine, every deep thrusting hard stroke boring in her cunt to the hilt. She was grinding her pelvis up against him, obviously delighting in his passion. She threw her legs up and around him. Pressing her moist thighs against him, she pumped while he humped.
He continued pushing hard into the moist, tight grip of her cunt, as his balls lewdly slapped into the hairless smooth cleft of her buttocks. Salaciously, Steve's pelvis ground against the soft pink flesh of her nakedly splayed pussy. He could feel his emotions rising to the devastating heights of erotic pleasure once more.
Gripping him tight with the smooth insides of her hot thighs, she opened and closed them with scissor-like perfection, as he kept his cockthrusts arousing her all the more.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged, as his penis pumped to the inevitable time-bomb of orgasm.
Only now did she discover the true dimension of erotic pleasure she was capable of. She wanted him desperately! And for the first time in her young life could admit to the fact she needed sex, needed a huge probing penis riding in her cunt without mercy.
Her naked writhing orgasm was closer now than ever before.
"Don't stop, Steve," she begged frantically, her eyes popping open wide, as he continued plunging in her cunt.
Choking back a scream, she clutched his back, her fingernails sliding down his backside. She was on fire for his fuck.
"Deeper ... let me feel it ... every fucking inch of you ... I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Steve's cock was pumping in and out of her flowered pussy lips so fast now, she could hardly hold back a scream that hung in her throat.
Her entire body was burning up from the lascivious friction of his stabbing cock.
"I'm cummmmming," he gasped, and his whole body became a savage orgasm as he rode into her. With every spasm of his shooting cock, she could feel his naked, sweat-slick body thrusting in with hard force.
Her arms and legs were locked around his body, as she came too.
"Mmmmmm, yessss, I ... I want it, "she begged. "Give me your fuck!" This was the kind of love-making she could appreciate.
"Oh, Steve," she moaned, "Nobody ever fucked me like that before!"
His brick-hard cock had unlocked all of the carnal lusts she had kept concealed within herself. At last she felt as though she could give in to the erotic sensual lusts that had been within her all along. The ardor of Steve's love-making had brought it all to the surface. She squirmed under him, as he finished fucking her juicy cunt.
"Ohhhh, ahhhh, don't ever stop loving me," she panted as he finished plunging his prick in her cunt.
Steve withdrew his cock from her, some of his cum dripping on her flat smooth stomach. A misty sheen of sweat covered her body. Her full, ripe naked bosoms appealed to him. He couldn't get enough of her.
She crawled off the bed and got another cigarette and came back to lay beside him.
"I hope you enjoyed it," he smiled knowingly at her.
Natalie nodded. "You freed me from the prison of my own self-doubt," she declared. "I had no idea I could enjoy having sex with any man as much as I've enjoyed having sex with you!"
"You can't have hang-ups if you're going to enjoy fucking," Steve smiled.
"I ... I don't have any hang-ups now," she declared. "I guess I'm game for anything...."
"That's good," Steve smiled, "I have some other interesting sex acts in mind for us when we are in London together again."
CHAPTER THREE
After Steve had gone and Natalie was left alone, she had time to think about her own wanton sexual behavior.
She needed something to drink. Picking up the phone she called the Room Service. A handsome young bellboy came with a couple of drinks from the bar. As she picked them up, she looked for a tip. Going into the bedroom, she searched her purse to find some change.
Returning to the small sitting room, she discovered the bellboy was gone. Perhaps she could catch him in the hallway. As she stood there, looking after him as he got on the elevator, a young Britisher came down the hall, and looking longingly at
Natalie he didn't hesitate to introduce himself.
"Please to meet you," he smiled at her, "I'm Arthur ... what's your name?"
"Natalie," she laughed, "I was just trying to catch the bellboy to give him a tip...."
"Why don't you try to catch me instead," Arthur smiled, "and you won't have to tip me!"
There was something so fascinating about their strange meeting that Natalie thought it might not hurt to invite Arthur into her room for a drink.
"Alright, Arthur," she smiled at him, "I have a couple drinks I ordered for myself. You might as well have one of them."
Arthur was a medium-height, fair-skinned man, with tousled blown blonde hair. His deep-blue eyes held a certain mischievousness that she couldn't help admire. She wondered what it would be like to go to bed with him. It was strange how sensual thoughts were rising in her imagination now. Yet, she couldn't deny the truth of her own feelings. She did feel sensually aroused and she couldn't help wonder what it would be like to bed down with a Britisher.
"Where are you from, Arthur?" she asked him.
"Liverpool," he enthused, "home of the Beatles!"
"I'm from Los Angeles," Natalie smiled, "home of the movies!"
"That's a nice robe you have on," Arthur told her, "and what's beneath it is even nicer."
Sipping his drink slowly, he couldn't help admire her. "What do you do for a living?" he finally asked her.
"I'm a stewardess," she explained, "and I'm just getting started on my trip around the world."
"How exciting," Arthur grinned. "Matter of fact I'd like to take you on a little trip around the world myself ... only we'd never have to get out of bed for the trip I have in mind."
"You're very bold," she told him frankly. "I should be very angry making an off-color comment like that!"
"But you are a stewardess," he smiled, as if that meant something.
"I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean by that statement, Arthur," she told him flatly.
"Do I have to draw you a picture, Natalie?" Arthur laughed, finishing his drink and licking his lips lustfully. "I have known a few stewardesses and I understand them ... quite well."
"I think you are just a little too sure of yourself," she told him bluntly. "I'm not the kind of girl you might imagine or wish I was."
"Knock it off, Nat," he laughed, "you know you want it as bad as I do or you wouldn't have invited me into your room."
It bothered her that he was talking this boldly. Obviously he was very confident of himself and this made her angrier than ever.
"You must imagine girls just naturally turn-on with you, Arthur," she said coldly. "Well, meet one girl that doesn't feel that way. I just wanted to share a drink with someone. That is all!"
Arthur could see the battle going on within Natalie's mind. She couldn't bring herself to face the reality of her own feelings. Yet, somehow she did want to know Arthur sexually. Nevertheless, she didn't want to categorize herself as some kind of oversexed slut. And the sudden ugly feeling that Arthur might be thinking of her in those terms troubled her. How could she overcome this ugly, awful feeling?
"There's nothing wrong about wanting to go to bed with a man," Arthur finally suggested softly. "But I'm not going to pressure you ... it's up to you, Natalie."
Now that Arthur had thrown the ball back to her Natalie felt much better about the whole affair. At least he wasn't coming on too strong. More than that he displayed understanding. He would think of her as a lady even if she possessed the feelings of a slut, and this pleased her.
She went over to the small sofa where he was seated and sat down beside him. She felt his hand on her shoulder, innocently touching her, and it felt good to her. She felt somehow drawn to Arthur. Even though he wasn't a giant of a man, he.did possess that inner strength that excited her imagination, arousing her sexual fantasies. She could just imagine the two of them rolling around naked on the bed, and as she turned her lust-glazed eyes toward him, she felt a sudden surge of desire go through her body. When Arthur's hand started to move down her back, shivers of erotic excitement shot up and down her spine like electricity.
Arthur's hand moved over the small of her back and up and along the curvaceous pert young buttocks. She shivered as she felt his fingers delicately kneading the soft young flesh of her ass-cheeks. She was becoming so turned-on now she could do nothing to dissuade him. His touch had her tingly all over now. She had the awful urge to reach over and grope him. However, Natalie restrained herself. She certainly didn't want Arthur to think of her as a nympho.
Smoothly, Arthur's hand slipped underneath her light robe. She leaned, and his fingers tightened around a handful of her warm inner thigh.
"Please Arthur ... please don't...." she suddenly blurted as the old guilt feelings surfaced.
"Shhhh, don't talk," Arthur whispered. "Just let me enjoy you!" She felt her entire body tingle with the forbidden arousal of his fingertips touching her in the most secret, private places.
Closing her eyes, she leaned back on the small-size sofa, enjoying the delicious sensation of Arthur's fingers playing with her pussy-lips.
Leaning over her shoulder, he implored urgently, "let's go into the bedroom Natalie ... now."
Natalie felt the same hungry passionate desire for him that he so obviously felt for her. She was anxious to explore him with her fingers, with her mouth, her tongue, her lips. It was strange how sex with Steve had somehow opened a door of desire within her own body. The lusty, carnal appetite he had generated within her had triggered desires within her she never knew she possessed until now.
She rose from the sofa as if in a sexual trance. Arthur got up too and together they walked into the bedroom. He watched her slip out of the sheer robe and stand before him naked.
"You're beautiful," he whispered enticingly, "just get on the bed ... I won't be long."
His eyes lit up as he spoke with her now. He went into the bathroom and urinated, and then came back to the bedroom to see Natalie lying naked with her legs spread in an open invitation. He looked with delight at her creamy white thighs, her red-nippled tits, and her magnificently splayed legs and couldn't wait to join her.
Coming over to the bedside, he began undressing. Removing his blue blazer, he tossed it on a nearby chair. Sitting down, he slipped out of his shoes and socks, and then rising took off his shirt, and then proceeded to pull off his pants. His tight-fitting white cotton shorts bulged with his erection. Natalie could hardly wait to have him remove his shorts. She wanted to see him stark naked.
Slowly, Arthur slipped off his shorts. Soon he was completely naked. It wasn't going to be long before they were on the bed, naked together at last. Passionately wrapping his arms around her, he didn't hesitate to tell her what an appealing woman she was.
"You ... you've got it all ... right down there between your gorgeous legs," he smiled, focusing his blue eyes intently on her curly pubic blonde hair. He was so horny his huge cock throbbed with desire. As his fingertips reached out to slide along her hair-fringed slit, she couldn't restrain herself from reaching for his huge cock.
She let her hand slip up and down the length of his huge penis. He thrilled to the arousing sensations she was generating in him now.
"Ohhh, just lick it before I stick it in you," he smiled, noticing she was like a child with a toy as she played with his penis. The blonde Britisher lay back, and let the stewardess go down on him.
Natalie's tongue whipped over the tiny crevice at the head of his cock shaft. Soon she was sucking smoothly on his huge penis. His cock quivered as she sucked.
"Ohhh, yes ... yesss!" he moaned, enjoying the way her mouth moved smoothly up and down the saliva-slickened surface of his huge, throbbing cock. "Suck ... suck my prick, Natalie ... just like that!"
As Natalie slipped her hands under his sinewy buttocks, she gripped his ass-cheeks tightly, and let her mouth slip smoothly up and down the shiny length of his long hard penis. It got him so excited he was afraid he might erupt in her mouth. He didn't want that to happen. He wanted to enjoy the erotic excitement of stabbing his rigid manhood in her rubber tight cunt.
"That's enough cocksucking," he whispered, "I'm almost ready to cum ... I want to fuck your cunt, Natalie ... pleassseee!"
Natalie could feel the battle going on in his crotch. He was pumping his pelvis forward now in a regular rhythm, obviously relishing the act intensely. He wanted to face-fuck her and at the same time get his gun off in her cunt. But it was an erotic tug of war. It felt so fantastic, sliding his penis in her face, he couldn't bring himself to quit pumping his manmeat in her mouth.
Finally, Natalie slipped her lips off his male member. She gently massaged his lust-bloated balls and gripped the slick cock in her hand.
"Lie down," Arthur told Natalie, "I'm ready to fuck you!"
She rolled over, releasing her erotic grip on his throbbing cock. And then she felt him straddling her. Grasping his penis, Arthur inserted himself slowly into her warmly flushing pussy lips. The soft resilient blonde pubic hair of her pussy tickled his saliva-slick cock as he entered her. Shoving his huge cock in her, he was reaching up to knead the mound of her hard-tipped nipple.
"Oh, Arthur," she moaned, "it's so deep in me! Ohhh, fuck me! Let me feel it!"
The naked blonde stewardess gasped for air, as he pumped it in her. Her head flailed from side to side, her beautiful blonde hair swirling around her like a halo. Her firm, fleshy breasts wriggled, as she felt his huge cock penetrating inside her moist womanhood. His huge cock was boring deeper inside her. She stroked his back, almost clawing him as she continued fucking her furiously.
"Give it to me ... every fucking inch!" the innocent blue-eyed, young blonde cried out passionately. Every time she worked her cunt up and down, he rode his penis deeper in her.
"Pump harder, " she panted, as he kept drilling into her cunt. Arthur could feel her cuntal juices as he rode into her. It helped his cock slip smoothly inside her.
Natalie was trying to keep time to his cockstabs. As his pistoning penis rode into her willing cunt, she ground up to meet him.
And then he wanted her to roll over.
"Let me be on the bottom," he suggested, "I like to try it every way...."
They rolled over together, and now Natalie was on top. She leaned over Arthur until her jiggling, naked tits brushed over his face; his lips closed around one of her pink, erect nipples as he rolled the crinkly pink between his teeth, sliding his tongue over it as she moaned approval.
Arthur's hands went down behind her wildly humping buttocks and he pulled them apart, as he shamelessly probed between her ass-cheeks. He enjoyed feeling for the tautly puckered ring of her anus. When he found it, he pushed a stiffened middle finger into the rubbery warm grip of her rectum.
"Yes ... yessss!" Natalie gasped in delight, "Stick your finger in my ass-hole! Stick it i me ... hurt me ... ohhh, yesss!"
Arthur grunted, as he lewdly stabbed his finger into her tight behind. He felt her writhing, and spasming with erotic pleasure-pain, as she began to pump back on his finger. She was keeping time to his deeply impaling cock-thrusts.
"Ahhh, yesss, I'm ... I'm cummmiinggg!" she gasped hoarsely, pushing down hard onto his upraised cock, enveloping the long hard penis with the wet clasping flesh of her cunt.
Arthur was panting now, his entire body covered with a misty sheen of perspiration. And then he got his rocks off. His huge penis erupted in her cunt. She squeezed his throbbing cock, milking him.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yessss, fuck ... fuck ... fuck me!" she begged, as he continued driving his huge prick in her tight, grasping pussy hole.
Again and again, he rode into Natalie, driving her almost out of her mind, with his frenzied fucking.
"Don't stop now," Arthur warned her, "I can make it again!"
As his pistoning-penis continued thrusting up into her, she ground down, anxious to experience another sperm-spasm.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss ... yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me!" she cried out frantically, unable to control her own passionate longing for cock. Why was it she couldn't seem to get enough of it. Had she become sexually obsessed. She hadn't even known this man a short time before, and now she was riding his thick, throbbing prick as if she'd known him forever, and worse ... loving every wild erotic moment of it.
When he pinched her tits, he shot her another load of cum. Again, she went up and down on his throbbing cock, squeezing the cum out of his penis. Bending over, she pressed her lips on his. And as Arthur opened his mouth, she slipped her tongue inside. Hastily he sucked on her tongue adding pleasure to their erotic escapade.
When she pulled her tongue from his mouth, she slowly began pulling off his rigid cock. She shivered as she felt the cool rush of air between her bare legs, and then Arthur looked at his watch.
"Dammit, I've got to meet my wife," he told her.
"You are married?"
"Does it matter?" Arthur asked, startled by her expression of concern. "I hope you don't have anything against married men!"
For a second, she couldn't reply. She had always thought it was wrong to become sexually involved with married men.
Judging from the way, Arthur hastily slid off the bed and instantly slipped on his shorts and started dressing, she couldn't help but feel his wife must be keeping him on a pretty tight leash.
"Don't you believe in being loyal to your wife?" she asked him tersely, giving him little doubt about her feelings on such a subject.
"Of course," Arthur smiled innocently, "I'm always loyal to her ... in my fashion!"
"I can see that," she told him bluntly. "I can't say I admire your brand of loyalty. If I were married to you, Arthur I would always have to be worried about you. If you were ever late ... I would be fearful you were no doubt involved in some affair."
As he finished dressing, he acknowledged she was probably correct in her evaluation of what life would be like if they were married.
"That's so true," he said, as he slipped on his blue blazer, "but that's what makes life so exciting ... I keep my wife guessing. Right now, she's probably suspicious I'm having sex with somebody!"
"How nice!" the blonde stewardess said with cryptic humor. "And I suppose you would be outraged if you thought she was having sex with some other man than you...."
"Not at all," Arthur shook his head, as he prepared to leave her. "As a matter-of-fact I've told my wife to live a little. If she can pick up with some man she-likes, we could always have a cozy orgy!"
"Wonderful," Natalie said in her acid manner, "I'm sure your wife would appreciate that kind of sexual debauchery...."
"My, my," Arthur shook his head, "What a self-righteous little wench you are. Carrying on like a slut, and acting like a saint!"
As he walked out of her room, closing the door lightly behind him, she was bitter. He hadn't even said thank you.
Natalie slipped into her robe and went back to bed. She felt all alone now. The party was over, and she was anything but happy. She had come to a crossroads in her life, and she had to admit the truth about her conduct. She had behaved shabbily. Just then the phone rang. It was Steve, and he wanted to know if they could go sight-seeing around London the next day.
Hesitating for a long moment to assess where she was headed, Natalie finally made up her mind she was going to go alone. She might become lonely, that was true. But she could hold her head high, and not get caught in the lust trap again.
"Thanks, but no thanks," she told Steve, "I'm going to be busy with someone."
"Alright," Steve replied, "be good!" He hung up and his words rang in her ears. She would be good, even if it killed her.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day in London was lonely. Natalie took the Tube to Picadilly and walked amidst the crowded downtown streets. The tawdry movie marquees, and the noisy, milling crowds bothered her. Instead of making her forget about her wanton love-making, much of what she saw served only as a grim reminder of the pervasiveness of sex. The huge movie houses in downtown London were playing erotic films. She felt curious at one point about seeing one feature. However, she pulled back from the idea before following through. She couldn't bring herself to attending such a movie.
The thought of looking at a theater screen and beholding perhaps the identical erotic acts that she had performed so wantonly a short time before sickened her.
Yes, there was something that did fascinate her about sex. She liked the idea of doing things with different men. Mentally she was going over the wild events that had so recently transpired. The young airline captain did have his own style of love-making. Then, the Britisher had his own unique erotic techniques that she had enjoyed so much. Perhaps, she did possess a whorementality. She read one story about a bawdy woman. It was a French novel about a madam who operated in Paris. She had developed enormous skill in the passionate art of love-making and finally decided she would "make introductions" as she called her business. In reality, she was a cunning woman with a remarkable business sense and a tremendous talent for instructing the young Parisian girls how to please the men who came to her very exclusive French brothel. She put class into the entire operation, calling her girls, lovely ladies who had a refined appreciation of the erotic nature of man, as well as an understanding of their own carnal appetites. This was how Natalie thought of herself. She crossed Trafalgar Square, and went beyond the Strand and down to the Victoria Embankment on the River Thames. What a wonderful place to go for a walk.
History seemed to spring to life for her. There were the beautiful Houses of Parliament, magnificent structures. And in the distance she could see Big Ben. It all seemed so beautiful to her. Being a stewardess did have its rewards. It was almost as if she was opening a story-book into the past as she looked at London and marveled.
Returning to Picadilly, she walked along Regent Street, looking in the shops admiringly. There were so many beautiful English tweeds, Scottish woolen clothes, and everywhere marvelous British candy shops.
As she strolled along by herself, she thought about the following day and the flight. She would be heading for Istanbul, Turkey. The flight from Heathrow Airport in London would terminate at the Istanbul airport. She had heard so many exciting things about the interesting country of Turkey she could hardly wait to see the place in person.
Going home that night, she went to bed alone and early. It was a good thing too as she had to rise early, pack and be in her stewardess uniform at Heathrow Airport by eight a.m. At least she was in the Kensington area and that helped. She was grateful for that.
Steve was diverted to another flight, heading for Madrid. And there was an entire new crew on this flight. Hastily, she passed through Customs and went onto the waiting airliner.
The flight would eventually become a routine matter for her she knew. But right now was another matter. She was desperate to forget about her London sexual encounters, so she determined that no matter what man made a pass for her on the plane, she would not respond or give the slightest indication she was interested. Otherwise, she felt certain she would be swallowed up and devoured by her own wanton sexual appetites, and this she knew must never happen. The huge plane took off right on time. As it soared over London, heading for Istanbul, she looked out the small windows of the airplane. Down below, it did seem as if there was a castle. The outlying green grounds, and colorful gardens looked magnificent from the air. This fabulous structure, and surrounding gardens gave Natalie a small clue as to how little she actually had seen of England in her short stay. Maybe next time, she could get a chance to see the castle close-up.
A dark-skinned man who looked as if he might be a Turk tried to make conversation with her. She deliberately didn't talk to him very much. She had far better things to do than provide kicks for businessmen who used the planes regularly.
When they did land in Istanbul, a whole new world of exciting adventure seemed to loom before her. She had read about this land. This is where the continent of Asia, meets the continent of Europe.
Going through customs was time-consuming. But when she was on the airport bus, heading for the Istanbul Hilton Hotel it all seemed well worth the delay. The fascinating structures she saw along the bus's route did ignite her imagination. The homes looked so interesting with their lace-like wooden carved balconies. And the mountains surrounding the Bosporous intrigued her.
High on a mountainside, with sloping green lawns they finally arrived at the magnificent Istanbul Hilton Hotel. Once the luggage had been removed from the airport bus, a young bellboy picked it up and took it to her room. Her room, with a large balcony, afforded a superb view of the Bosporous. It was night now, and the twinkling lights of Istanbul provided a beautiful show all its own.
That night, she determined she would dine alone. No use getting acquainted with any of the crew members she thought. She was certain they would only have sex on their minds, and she didn't want to go through any erotic nightmares as she had done with the young Captain who was on the Los Angeles to London flight.
She took a relaxing tub bath and then went downstairs to the dining room of the hotel for dinner. She ordered her meal and sat there at the window, admiring the magnificent lights of the city. And then an intrusive voice spoke huskily.
"Good evening," the dark-skinned young man smiled at her, "may I join you ... there is no other place!"
At first, she was startled by his boldness. She glanced about the dining room and it apparently was true. There were no other places to sit and the curly brown-haired young man who spoke broken English did seem refined.
"That's alright," Natalie smiled.
The waiter came over and took the young man's order and then he introduced himself.
"I'm Omar," he smiled, "and I take it you are either English or an American."
"I'm an American," she smiled, still maintaining a cool composure, and secretly hoping Omar would confine his comments to impersonal matters, so she wouldn't have to go through the bother of telling him she wasn't interested in becoming too friendly.
After a waiter brought him a drink, he smilingly suggested she join him in a drink.
"Why don't you have one with me. I have been to your country. I went to New York University one year."
For a moment, Natalie hesitated. She certainly didn't want Omar to think she was accepting the drink, and him at the same time. Yet, she did want to be friendly and courteous. It was walking a tightrope and she knew it.
"Alright, Omar," she finally agreed.
The waiter took her order, returning a few moments later. And Omar was eager to learn more about her background.
"Are you visiting Istanbul for the first time?" he asked her, as she slowly sipped her drink, and thanked him for it.
"Yes, this is my first time in your beautiful city."
It pleased Omar that she called Istanbul beautiful. For, he too felt it was a fabulous city, with many impressive sights to see.
"I'm glad you like our city," he assured her, "we have many interesting sights for you to see here. You must see the Blue Mosque!"
"I've heard a lot about that," Natalie assured him. "And I'm eager to see the jewels at Topkapi."
"Everyone who comes to Istanbul should go to Topkapi," the young Turk enthused, "and don't forget St. Sophia, one of the greatest old churches in the world."
"I don't know as I'll get to see much on this trip," Natalie confided. "I have only one free day here. You see, Omar, I'm a stewardess!"
The moment Natalie revealed to him she was a stewardess his eyes lit up. And he looked at her with a special reverence.
"How wonderful," Omar smiled, "you get to see all the world?
"Some of the world," she laughed, "you make it sound like a pleasure excursion."
"It should be," the olive-skinned Turk smiled, his eyes falling to the blonde stewardess's bosoms. The plunging neckline of Natalie's blue silk dress, gave him a superb view of her cleavage and he made the most of it. "Yes, yes ... there are so many things to enjoy here!"
Natalie felt nervous now. She was beginning to detect traces of erotic arousal in Omar's voice. And the way he looked at her, his eyes sweeping down to her bosoms indicated to her just how aroused he was becoming, and this bothered her.
"I guess I'd better be going," she told him, trying to make her leaving him as smooth as possible.
But before he could get to his feet, she had already gotten up. Reaching over to her, he pleaded, "Please let me show you Istanbul by night. I know where to take you ... the places tourists usually never see!"
There was something so intense, so anxious about the way he spoke that she felt almost hypnotized by his words. She didn't want to disappoint him, but she didn't care to become sexually involved either. And she had to tell him so.
"Omar," she tried to explain, "I ... I don't want to build your hopes up about...."
Pausing awkwardly for a long, and tense moment, she tried to make herself clear to him.
"Some girls accept dates and you know what happens ... if we could go out tonight and confine it to sight-seeing ... perhaps we could...."
Instantly catching onto her nervousness, the Turk tried to calm her fears. "I understand perfectly," he told her. "I'm glad you are that kind of girl. I knew you were!"
A sense of relief went through Natalie. She could see Omar did pick up on the meaning of what she wanted to tell him, and she appreciated his response.
"We will have a good time," he told her, "and you don't have to worry about anything ... just a good time!"
It pleased her to see how delighted he seemed to be, but it also frightened her in a way. She didn't want to disappoint him. But she still couldn't build up any hopes in his mind about any sexual relationship. That would not be fair to him ... and certainly not to herself. As Natalie had made up her mind to never become involved in anymore wild sexual escapades no matter how tempting, she felt as though she could hold firm to her decision. Omar did seem like the quiet, educated type of man. Even though she didn't know him well, she felt she could rely on her intuition to guide her now. But there were lingering doubts as Omar's hot eyes swept down to her bosoms again, as if he could hardly keep his eyes away from her bosoms. Natalie tried to erase thoughts of suspicion from her mind as she asked him about his training in the American University.
"I went through a Business Course," Omar explained, "My father has factories in Turkey and he wanted me to learn management so when he turns them over to me someday I will be able to run them effectively."
"How nice," Natalie smiled, secretly thinking to herself that possibly Omar could be a very valuable contact someday. As the wheel of life spins around, she thought, maybe he could prove to be a valuable contact someday.
"Our belly dancers are very famous," Omar smiled, "and you haven't seen Turkey until you've seen a Turkish belly dancer in action."
"I'm afraid belly-dancing doesn't interest me much," Natalie said coldly, hoping he wasn't going to take her somewhere where he would get all worked up sexually and then want to have sex with her.
"I'm afraid you are thinking of belly dancing the way many Americans do," Omar insisted, "they look upon it as a cheap sex show. But it isn't. It represents a sophisticated Turkish dance style."
All of a sudden Natalie realized she would have to tread cautiously. If Omar ever got the idea that she was trying to downgrade a Turkish custom he might think she was prejudiced. And no doubt being prejudiced against belly-dancing was tantamount to a cardinal sin in Turkey.
"Maybe I'm brainwashed about such dancing," she laughed, "you see in the United States we have so many erotic dancers. We have our strip tease dancers, of course. They're almost an American institution. And then we have our topless bars, and even our erotic films where nothing is left to the imagination."
"And you also have bottomless bars, don't you?" Omar smiled knowingly, a smug look surfacing on his face.
"Why, yes, we do," she admitted candidly, "you seem to know quite a bit about our American dancers."
"I found bottomless dancing a fascinating spectacle to watch," Omar smiled.
"I thought you would," she laughed, "now where do you suggest we go for sightseeing."
"Inez's place," he smiled, "that is where they have the most celebrated Turkish belly dancers."
"I can hardly wait," Natalie said, not masking her distaste for what the young, hot-blooded Turk was obviously determined he was going to do.
CHAPTER FIVE
When Natalie saw the white Mercedes Omar had parked in the Hilton parking lot, she was impressed.
"Istanbul by night," she smiled, "I can hardly wait...."
Somehow she felt she was taking a big chance yet what was living if she couldn't take chances. Omar wasted no time in driving out of the circular driveway that led to the Hilton and down the mountainside road to a most impressive cafe called Inez's Place. This proved to be a very busy night-club cafe, and featured the best in Turkish belly-dancing, so Omar told her.
Inside the cafe, the colorful beaded curtains which divided the small booths provided a most pleasing atmosphere. When the belly dancers came out to perform, Natalie decided to observe Omar and his responses. She had to do this cagily, when she was certain he wasn't watching. In that way she could check his reactions, and he would never know she was watching. Sure enough, his eyes did light-up when the girls were going into their most vibrant belly dancing performances. Natalie could see the Turkish men were pleased to watch them go into their dance, and she could understand why. The shapely Turkish girls knew how to sensually twist their torsos as if they were being entered by the male penis. They left little to the man's imagination. As each man would observe their undulating hips, gyrating quickly, slowing down, speeding up suddenly, he could imagine all the tempos of sexual intercourse. With a bevy of Turkish beauties performing at the same time, the Turkish gentlemen could imagine he had his harem.
The Turkish drinks had gotten to Natalie and she went into a laughing jag. Omar was pleased. He had planned it this way. His own sexual appetite was whetted just watching the girls wiggling before him. He was bound and determined he was going to get what he wanted from them.
The next move was easier, as Natalie was so stoned out of her mind she could offer small resistance.
"Before I drive you home," he smiled proudly, "I must show you my apartment. I have a fabulous view of the Bosporous. The twinkling lights reflecting in the sea down below, and the glittering stars in the heavens above ... ah, you must see it to believe...."
Omar's eyes seemed to dance as he described the view from his posh apartment. "Will you join me for a nightcap?"
Even though Natalie well knew she was taking a chance, she still could not bring herself to say no.
"Alright, Omar ... I guess I could! But only for the view and one drink, and I'm sure you'll understand. Tomorrow I must do some sightseeing in Istanbul. I want to see the Blue Mosque, I'm dying to see the fabulous gems in Topkapi."
The idea of having the shapely blonde alone in his apartment completely intrigued Omar. He could hardly wait for her to admire his place, his view, and himself ... as he considered himself quite a fabulous man, and she should be appreciative of his offer to show her kindnesses, even if he did have some sexual favors on his mind in payment.
After they left the belly-dancing emporium, they drove quietly through the dark streets of Istanbul, climbing a winding mountain road until they arrived at his posh apartment.
Driving up to the apartment Natalie kept turning back to admire the view of the bridge spanning the continents far below. And then, he turned into a driveway leading to the subterranean garage where he parked his car before taking the elevator up to his magnificent apartment.
"I can't stay long," she smiled as they went up to his floor in the speeding elevator. When they got out on the floor where he lived, they went directly down the hall to the end apartment.
It was a beautiful apartment. The floors were covered with thick white carpeting. The huge picture windows did provide the superb view of the Bosporous and the mountains rushing down to meet the waters.
Dots of light along the mountainside provided a panoramic parade of twinkling lights against the black velvet darkness of the mountainside. Now and then the crescent moon would slip out of the clouds, adding its beauty to the scene.
"Can I get you something to drink?" he smiled at her.
"Yes, I guess you could," she nodded, looking at the well-stocked bar in the corner of the large living room where Omar was presently standing. She walked over to the bar and suggested he fix her a bourbon and seven. "I don't have any seven," he smiled, "but I can give you a fine substitute."
After he had given her a drink, they stepped over to the sofa and she sat down and began talking to him.
As he turned out the lights, permitting the moonlight to provide the only illumination in the room, Omar found Natalie beautiful in a strangely exciting way. Her smooth blonde hair hung about her shoulders. And he had noticed that when she walked, she did so with a languid, long-gaited gait that was both unhurried and graceful. And what a superb figure. He could just picture her in the near-nude doing a belly dance herself.
Getting to her feet, Natalie stepped toward the picture window. Omar followed her, opening up the windows so they could step out on the balcony and obtain a better view of the sea far down below.
He could see the woman with nearly nothing underneath her dress. He could see her breasts outlining the material of her dress, and he thought he even detected her erect nipples. His body was lost in the fire of his own desire.
"You are very beautiful," Omar said softly. "Very beautiful!"
Detecting a note of seriousness in the way he was saying that, Natalie tried to add a touch of levity.
Turning around, she looked into Omar's intense brown eyes. "I'll bet you say that to all the Turkish girls!"
"I seldom say that," Omar insisted. "But with you ... with you it is different. When I saw all those girls dancing tonight, I wasn't seeing them at all ... "
"Now, come off it, Omar," she laughed, "I saw you watching them. I caught that wicked gleam of desire in your eyes as they shook their bodies almost as if they were...."
At that point, Natalie hesitated to say another word. She was coming into a very tricky area.
"Were what?" Omar smiled, seeing by the nervous expression on her face.
"Almost as if they were performing a sex act!" she said bluntly. "And I call it mental masturbation when a man watches a woman and can't follow through...."
Unwittingly, Natalie had given him the perfect opening to say what he wanted to say so desperately.
"I call it mental masturbation too," he smiled, "and it is wicked to get a man so aroused without following through ... I couldn't agree more. Natalie I can't use my hand anymore. Not when...."
"Not when what?" she said softly, suddenly finding his eyes becoming almost magnetic in their alluring hungry erotic appeal.
"Not when such a gorgeous woman is near me ... Oh, Natalie, I'm going crazy for you ... I must love you!"
As the moon slipped between the clouds, leaving them in darkness, Omar's arms swept around her, bringing her body tight to his. He could feel her fabulous breasts pressing against his chest. He loved the warmth of her body, as he deliberately shoved his huge cock against her with hard force. And now her body was lost in the fire of his lust. Every part of her was responding to this handsome, dark-skinned Turkish man. She wanted him as he wanted her.
He strained against her, pressing his loins hard against her in an effort to let her feel his long shaft of flesh pressing so tightly against the soft skin of her thighs.
"Come with me," he whispered, and she followed Omar into his bedroom. A large king-size bed dominated the bedroom and the plush white carpeting continued in this room. Omar threw the heavy white bedspread back, and threw back a blue blanket and the top blue sheet.
Natalie found herself silently undressing, almost as if she felt compelled to do so by an inner voice that told her she needed this man. How else could she totally express the feelings that welled up within her now unless she got on the bed with him.
As she stood there in only her sheer panties and her half-cup bra displaying her round, generous-sized bosoms, Omar's eyes feasted on her body. He was undressing now too. He had learned from long experience that many young stewardesses were willing to go to bed with wealthy men. True, many of them were husband-shopping, and some were also gift-shopping, but for whatever reason ... he didn't care. The important thing as far as he was concerned was having her in bed with him no matter how difficult the route to between the sheets might be. The challenge only made the end result more stimulating.
Reaching behind herself, Natalie unfastened her brassiere. It fell to the floor, and as she picked it up he caught sight of her curvaceous ass-cheeks, and became more aroused than ever before.
"You beautiful creature," he commented. Natalie felt nervous with him examining her all over like this. She couldn't remember American men and certainly not the Englishman paying such close attention to her every movement as she stripped. When she was finally naked, having pulled off her pink panties slowly, Omar felt his huge, throbbing cock jerk to attention. He had become so fascinated with seeing her strip he had quit undressing, and stood there with his pants on, having just removed his shirt, and placed it on a nearby chair.
Modestly, Natalie went over to his bed, slipping silently between the fresh blue sheets. She was anxious to see his male member, and she couldn't understand why he hesitated.
"What's wrong?" she asked when he still was frozen, just looking at her, as she rested her blonde head on the pillow, her hair framing it with a halo.
"N . . Nothing," he smiled sheepishly, "I guess I got carried away looking at you...."
"Am I that different from other women?"
Pulling off his pants now as he completed undressing, he nodded. "Yes, Natalie ... you are different. Not that Turkish women aren't tremendous because they are, but most of them are dark-skinned like me, and you are so milky white, so blonde!"
As he eased out of his tight-fitting shorts, his huge cock came into view. It stimulated her just seeing how huge he was. The bulbous purplish head intrigued her. His penis quivered as he came over to the bed and slid between the crisp sheets with her.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "you are wonderful...."
His hands were all over her now. He was feeling of her round, fleshy bosoms, his fingertips pinching the nipples. He could hardly wait to sink the hard thick shaft into the warm cuntal grip of her vagina. He knew she would be a fantastic fuck and he could hardly wait to feel himself slipping inside of her, inch by inch.
The naked Turk pressed his body hard against hers, letting his dark curly hair on his chest tickle the sensitive nipples of her tits. She loved the thrilling sensations that were being generated in her body.
His lust glazed eyes told her just how aroused he had become. She could feel his quivering hard shaft pressing at her pouting pussy lips, begging for entrance.
His arms went around her, his hands reaching down to clasp her curvaceous ass-cheeks. The naked young man could hardly wait to have her thighs part so he could slip inside her.
Natalie felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying against the full length of her impatiently quivering cuntal slit. She reached down to grip his throbbing shaft. Grasping the full length of his-rampantly searching prick, her hand closed tightly around his cock. The Turk moved back a bit to give Natalie's hand freedom of movement. He thrilled to the erotic way her hand closed around his cock, and then she stroked up and down keeping his hard thick shaft tightly in her grip. She could feel the heavy pulse of his penis against the soft palms of her hands. The warm sticky fluid that was seeping in tiny driblets from the crown of his cock, indicated to Natalie just how aroused he had become. Her heart was beating rapidly now, her breath coming short as she waited in anxious anticipation of his huge pecker sliding in her moist cunt hole.
She guided it into her cuntal crevice, carefully pistoning it between the moisture-covered lips of her vagina. She steadied it there with one hand, placing the other on the Turkish man's bare buttocks, drawing with all her strength to put it into her and let it drown in the gnawing hot heat that burned out of control in her belly. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt its first electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her moistly hungering pussy. Then, holding her breath for what seemed like an eternity as she lay in utter wantonness beneath him, waiting for Omar to impale her on his massive rod of rigid, pulsating flesh.
"Oh, hurry," she pleaded, splaying her legs even wider to give him greater access to her open cunt.
In answer, Natalie felt her soft pubic hair and the lips around her throbbing vagina being pressured open by the thick blunt head, and she moaned softly at the contact against the tight elastic opening of her cock-hungry pussy.
"Aaaagggghhhhh," she gasped as the huge tip slipped through the tight opening, stretching the vertical little mouth until she was certain that her thighs must be splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
Her lustful body thrilled to that fiery moment of entrance. She strained her loins upward in an effort to capture all of the virile long shaft of flesh that shoved so tightly inside her cunt.
Looking up, Natalie could see the Turk hovering over her through lust-glazed eyes. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness sliding smoothly in and out of her tight cunt.
The desire for him was being satisfied as she felt the full length of his huge, throbbing penis plunging in her. The lurching head of his stone-hard cock kept pumping in and out of her desire-moistened crevice in a teasing, lewd little motion that caused her hips to twist upward in another anxious attempt to lure the hard penis deeper inside her, to fulfill her aching need for cock. Her belly was screaming to be filled. She had to have him in her.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she panted passionately. "I want it Omar ... all of you ... all of your cockmeat! Shove it in me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! "
Omar's rock-hard, heavily veined cock stabbed inside of her cunt, and she clasped tightly around the shaft of his penis as tightly as a hot moist glove. She lay there on her back, trembling with erotic delight, as he pumped his penis into her with a sudden rocking motion. She groaned helplessly beneath him, thrilling to his every thrust.
Omar could feel the narrow, stretched pussy channel widening slightly with every short, smooth stroke. He looked down and could see his dark curly, pubic hair tangling with her blonde pubic hair, each time the length of his fleshy thick cock burrowed deep into the pinkly slick cunt of hers. Her rubbery outer pink pussy rim clasped tightly around his wetly glistening shaft as he rhythmically plunged in and out of her.
Natalie twitched beneath him as her body rapidly became accustomed to the huge skewering prick and began to react to the slow, hypnotic rhythm of his cock pistoning into the sensitive opening of her vagina.
The horny Turk felt the blonde American stewardess beneath him as her body rapidly became accustomed to his driving cock, and she began to thresh and fuck back up beneath him, and he quickened his thrusts, grabbing her flailing legs behind the knees and shoving them roughly back up against her shoulders until her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. Now, Natalie's body was bent back almost double and the wet gleaming pink plane of her pussy was presented up to his demanding, driving lunges. Staring down between their bodies, he slowly withdrew the deeply embedded instrument until just the tip of the head rested within the wet swollen lips of her pussy and then he rammed forward with all his manly might, driving the full throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep into her, helplessly exposed vagina.
"Ohhhh, ahhhhh," she cried out passionately, "It's too much, Omar! No...."
Her eyes jerked open in fear and she waw his lust-contorted face. The dark-haired youth was lost in the rapture of his burning lusts. He did not realize how much he was hurting her as he ceaselessly pressed his long, hard penis into the warm elastic softness of her painfully stretched vagina. And then, his no longer innocent-looking face twisted into an evil erotic grin as he looked down at her and saw the blonde stewardess helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the pulsating head of his cock disappearing into the soft curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, his weight smashing against Natalie's rounded full breasts, crushing them cruelly back to her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time with all the strength in his thighs and buttocks. His long thick cock slid into her cunt like a driving piston, pushing the moist soft flesh of her vaginal walls in tiny rippling waves before it. There was no stopping his penis until with a loud slap, his hairy, lust-bloated balls slapped heavily against the cheeks of her tightly-clenched ass.
Natalie's legs jerked out wide on either side of the Turk's muscular young body, splaying out over the sides of the bed and kicking futilely into the air as her deeply split buttocks screwed themselves deep into the bed, in a frantic attempt to escape the sudden impalement she feared so much.
"Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me," she wailed beneath him. She had never felt so completely filled in her life as his heavy, rock-hard cock rammed deeper. For a second she felt as though his burrowing penis had torn her vagina into a million tiny shreds as he speared into her narrow passage.
And then suddenly, he pulled his penis, slippery and wet from her cunt hole, and began enticingly letting it slip up and down her upraised ass-crack.
"What are you trying to do to me?" she demanded.
"I ... I want to sodomize you," he smiled excitedly, "hasn't any man ever shoved his prick up your ass-hole, Natalie?"
Shaking her head in total fear, the blonde stewardess exploded, "No, damn you ... and nobody ever is going to stick his cock up my ass. Have you got that straight, Omar?"
The dark-skinned Turk shook his head. "No...
I'm going to screw your ass-hole ... all you have to do is to relax...."
Instead of relaxing, Natalie decided to try to escape. She had heard stories about European men who like to 'sodomize' their women, and she'd even heard there were some men in the states who enjoyed this kind of sexual intercourse. And she had always considered it sick. After all, according to the Bible story the town of Sodom was famous for this kind of sex. Anal intercourse was their specialty, and fire from heaven rained down on them That was why they named the act of anal intercourse Sodom ... after the ancient town of sin where this warped sex act was so popular.
"You'll enjoy letting me sodomize you," he smiled, an evil look playing about his lips. "I'm glad your ass-hole is virgin. It was waiting for my cock."
CHAPTER SIX
Even though the thought of sodomizing her ass-hole excited the Turk, the blonde stewardess was enraged at this unpleasing prospect of pain. Struggling underneath him to free herself, she tried hard but in vain. For her light young body was strongly overpowered by the muscular young Turk. In the full heat of his passionate longing, Omar was not about to be deprived of this unique sexual act he enjoyed so much.
"Some women love it that way," he smiled, trying desperately to convince her to cooperate.
And while he struggled this way, he managed to lustfully plunge the inflated, mushroom-shaped head of his cock between her ass-cheeks.
As she felt the lengthy shaft sliding to her tight anus, and ramming until the bursting point, she felt as though he'd cut her in two with his rock-hard cock.
"P ... Please don't hurt me," she begged.
A fine misty sheen of perspiration covered Omar's heated body. He was ready to make the pleasurable plunge right up her ass-hole, but seeing Natalie close her eyes, clinching her teeth in expectation of the awful pain that would rip through her ass-hole when he rammed it up her butt, made him hesitate a moment. There was a single ridge of flesh that he must drive through if he were to enter the tight tingling confines of her ass-hole.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she finally blurted, "get it over with, damn you the wait is killing me!"
With just the insinuating tip of his huge throbbing cockhead pressing at her tight, puckered up anus, she couldn't wait any longer. The suspense was worse than the awful moment she knew must come when he'd drive his prick right up her tight ass-hole.
His hands reached down and he parted the white full ass-cheeks so he could see her ass-hole as he rammed forward. He felt a shiver of fear go through her now. But it didn't bother him. He had been through this before when he would sodomize his women. They always hated the prospect of getting fucked in the ass. Yet, once they finally would permit his penis entrance, they would enjoy it, following the initial painful cock-stab that would connect him.
Grasping her warm ass-cheeks, he shoved forward. Pulling the white rounded ass-globes far apart, he drove his throbbing hard long penis right up her ass-hole, his balls lewdly slapping against her ass-crack.
"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she begged, wanting him to finish the awful act of sodomy once and for all.
The giant blood-filled head of his penis slid up her tight ass-hole at last. Sure enough, the initial cockstab was terrible. She felt the crush of his loins down into the valley of her buttocks, as wafts of cool air rushed maddeningly between her widely spread legs.
All at once her face contorted with an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned passion. Her ass-hole accepted his rampaging, driving penis. With penetrating cockstabs he rode his rock-hard cock in and out of her ass-hole. With every downswing of his driving cock, his balls slapped lewdly against her bare round ass-cheeks.
"Fuck back," he begged her, the frenzied lustful look in his eyes indicating to Natalie just how turned-on he had become riding his prick up her ass-hole all the way.
To Natalie's amazement, the huge prick imbedded in her ass-hole was no longer painful. Once the initial pain of entry had disappeared it felt good to have him sliding his prick meat up her ass-hole. Her undulating hip movements told the Turk she was enjoying his screwing at last.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me!" she told him. And Omar was only too happy to respond.
Her rotating hips, combining with the Turk's driving, huge prick stabbing up her tight anus, his balls slapping noisily on her ass-cheeks felt good to her.
"You like it?" the Turk asked, already knowing the answer to his question from the smile on her face.
Unable to look him in the eye, Natalie nodded.
"Why don't you look at me?" he demanded.
Slowly, she looked up at him. "Yes, yes, I love it! I want your cock ... I want every fucking inch of it, Omar. Fuck my ass-hole. Sodomize me ... do anything you want with me ... only never stop fucking me!"
Their sweaty bodies slapped against each other as they continued fucking vigorously.
All at once, the Turk's hands reached out to grip her ripe bosoms. He pinched her nipples until they were distended and blood-red. It produced the desired effect. She kept her ass-churning movements up as the continued driving into her tight, upturned ass.
Nothing mattered to her now but the delicious erotic waves of stormy feeling in her ass, as Omar's thick impaling shaft drove in and out of her rectum, ramming in all the way until the entire cockshaft was inserted. Omar would hesitate a moment, letting her twitching ass muscles seize and squeeze his cock.
"You like it?" he smiled proudly, delighted that he could introduce her to a new kind of fucking.
And then grunting savagely, he quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep until his massively pulsating cock bore far into her hidden, untouched ass. Her breasts heaved, and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the cock riding, sliding, pile-driving up her tight butt.
"I'm almost there," he panted, "just keep your tail twisting!"
She kept churning her ass around, getting him more excited every moment. And then he got his gun off inside her ass-hole.
"Ohhh, yesss ... yesss, I'm cummmmmm-mmmmmming," he groaned, "Keep grinding! Wiggle your ass!"
With a deep thrust, he drove his penis up her ass-hole, suddenly shooting his wad, making her ass-hole slick for his cock to slide. The sloshing sound of his powerful penis plunging up her ass-hole aroused and stimulated her, and she felt her own throbbing cunt crying out in its erotic need.
Pausing for a moment, he finally went berserk, driving his prick up her tight, cum-slick ass-hole, draining ever drop of erotic kicks from her tight butt. And then he pulled his huge cockhead from her ass after he'd rammed it up her all the way.
She collapsed on the bed, but soon he was spreading her legs, and gripping her white globular buttocks. He buried his face in her crotch, as he hungrily began sucking on her cunt.
The blonde stewardess enjoyed the way his hands groped for her naked hips. His fingers tightened in the soft fleshiness of her buttocks. And then he let his tongue slide along her hair-fringed fissure. Her naked, sweat-drenched body lay back, her head rolling from side to side on the pillow as she felt the Turk's torrid tongue sliding along her slit.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss ... yessss ... I can't stand it, suck me ... suck me," she moaned. This was the only invitation Omar needed to get in there and pump his tongue into her cunt. An agonizing grimace of rising desire twisted Natalie's features into a mask of absolute surrender.
Omar's virile, muscular body was covered with beads of sweat, tiny rivulets of perspiration were dripping from the hollows and crevices of his legs and torso and oozing onto the blonde stewardess's tingling flesh.
Omar pumped his tongue in and out of her cunt like a sex machine. He developed a deep, stabbing tongue rhythm, that caused her to quiver.
Her eyes popped open suddenly almost as if a volt of surging electricity had shot through her, as his tongue invaded the sensitive squirming twat. She ground hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans were degenerating into hoarse muffled gasps.
"Eat me ... eat my cunt" the blonde stewardess panted, as she locked her legs around the Turk's neck, pumping her pelvis forward, so her cunt would engulf his face.
The time bomb of Natalie's passion was ticking inexorably toward the inevitable moment of a writhing orgasm. He grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them fondly, as his tongue continued invading her hot, willing hole.
The curly blonde pubic pussy hair tickled his nose as he sniffed her down there. Soon, his tongue flipped inside her, searching, probing licking.
"Ohhh, ahhh, finger fuck my ass-hole," she begged him, as she felt his tongue lashing across her clit, erect and hard now.
The Turk's probing finger sensuously entered her slick ass-hole. It was easy to obtain entrance with his finger now that he had filled her ass-hole up with his own slick cum.
With his face buried in her crotch, he could hardly breathe. His lapping tongue movements caused her body to rock with tingling erotic delight. She loved the sensational flicking sensation of his tongue lashing across her clit, and then his teeth bore down on her there. He let his teeth sink into her clit, and her body trembled. With his finger sliding in her ass-hole, and his tongue surging in her cunt, he had her writhing, twisting, grinding into his face.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh, suck me ... I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming, yesss. Ohhh, ahhh, eat my pussy...."
Her hot pussy juices gushed in his mouth as he sucked hungrily. With his forefinger still slipping rhythmically up her ass-hole, his tongue lashing and licking in her cunt, she rolled back and forth begging for him.
Finishing, the Turk slipped his finger out of her ass-hole. Flipping his tongue from her slippery cunt, he looked up at her. The ripe-red nipples of her shapely bosoms appealed to him.
He got on top of her and sucked on each tit. After that he decided he would have her go down on him.
"Get down there and lick my prick, "he smilingly told her.
He got his hand behind her head, and forced her down between his outspread legs. Omar didn't hesitate to tell her exactly what he expected.
"I want you to lick my nuts," he told her. "Go ahead!"
She let her tongue tip slide along his huge balls. She saw his ball sack jerk, responding to her licking movements. His huge, quivering cock indicated how horny he was. She could smell the aroma of his crotch, and this appealed to her. His body glistened with a misty sheen of excitement, and soon she slipped both his lusty balls in her mouth and sucked on them smoothly.
Soon, she was licking up and down the length of his huge shaft. With an instinctual desire to provide her man with all the erotic excitement she knew how, she suddenly let her mouth slip over the meaty head of his cock. Her lips fastened firmly on his huge prick.
Natalie's nostrils flared at the pungent arousing scent of his manhood, as her mouth slipped rhythmically up and down his huge prick.
"Ohhh, Natalie, what a good cocksucker you are," the Turk panted as he pumped his prick into her mouth. His mammoth erection eased to the back of her throat. She could feel the hard cock-head throbbing. She was anxiously awaiting that orgasmic moment when he would explode in her mouth.
Instantly, his hands seized her head, and he shoved her down hard over his hugeness. He loved the feeling of possessing her, dominating her.
"Eat it," he demanded, "suck the cream out of my prick! Ohhh, cock-eater ... suck ... suck it out!"
Driving it deeply down her throat, she was finding it nearly impossible to breathe.
"Oh, Natalie, that's the way I want it! Don't take your mouth off my prick. Keep sucking?
Omar's saliva slickened steely shaft pistoned smoothly in and out of her hot mouth. She was actually anxious to have him cum in her mouth. She wanted the thrilling sensation of draining his cock.
"Eat me ... eat my cock," he begged.
The desire-swollen hardness drove in her mouth without mercy. She could feel the length of Omar's huge prick suddenly beginning to throb, tensing and stiffening to incredible rigidity. Her face reddened, her eyes turned white, and she was almost losing consciousness as he used her throat for the wildest of fucks, filling her face with so much cock-meat she could hardly breathe anymore. But it didn't matter.
"I'm almost there," he moaned, writhing, and twisting. And then she felt his saliva wet balls slap lewdly on her lips, as he plunged all the way down her throat. At last the spurting viscous liquid splashed resoundingly from his blood-stiffened prick, gushing in all its creamy thickness into her willing hot mouth. Omar's creamy, thick, tangy cum oozed from the corners of her mouth, as she sucked him.
His hands grasped her head, shoving her down harder on his cock-meat as the huge thrills raced through his lust inflamed body like a flash-fire. "Yessss ... suck me ... eat me ... ohhhhhhhh, Natalie, suck my prick off!"
The young blonde stewardess was anxious to please. She sucked hard on his hugeness, and he finished shooting at last. Slowly she slipped her full-sensuous lips from his huge, throbbing penis, licking the tip of it as she licked her way from his penis.
Gently, she laved his balls, and then licked at his inner thighs. Omar raised his legs up invitingly, slipping his hand under his round ass-cheeks, as she gently let her tongue slide along his ass-crack, providing him with more thrills.
Slipping her tongue from around his ass-hole, she rested her head on his strong thigh. Reaching down, Omar ran his fingers through her blonde hair, thanking her.
"I really like the way you give head," he told her.
For a moment, she was too embarrassed to reply. She had done this a couple of times in college on a heavy date. But it still made her feel uneasy.
"Why don't you straddle my face and swing your tits over my mouth?" the horny, dark-skinned, hairy Turk suggested to the blonde stewardess. For a tense moment, Natalie hesitated. She was coming back to her senses, and her untamed lusts seemed shameful and wrong.
Finally, she straddled him, lustfully swinging her huge bosoms back and forth across Omar's face. His tongue flipped out and he licked the excited distended red nipples, as he reached behind to grip her round ass globes. He enjoyed sucking on Natalie's tits, while he smoothly massaged her blonde bottom.
"Stop it," she finally told him, "stop it, Omar ... I've got to go back to the hotel."
Natalie was learning that once the fires of passion begin burning it is not easy to stop them from flaring up, out of control. Eventually, she convinced Omar that he should stop. And then she looked down at him with a loving expression on her face.
"You really know how to ignite me," he told her.
"We've had a wonderful night. But ... I must go now."
Natalie knew that if she didn't initiate action, Omar might get heated up again for more sex. She got off the bed and slowly began dressing. However, Omar insisted they shower together.
"On one condition," Natalie insisted, "we confine it to a shower. No more sex...."
Omar laughed as he looked at the innocent face of the young blonde stewardess. "Would I mislead you?" he smiled.
"Yes," she said evenly.
"Alright, we'll just take a shower ... no more sex, not tonight, anyway."
They took a shower together, and Omar did delight in sliding the soap all over her naked blonde body as the shower water poured over them both.
She washed him off too, at his insistence, even washing his cock, his balls, and his ass-hole for him.
Finally, they stepped out of the shower and dried off. After that they both dressed, and Omar drove her back to the hotel. When she was alone, she looked out of the picture window and saw the balcony and below the sparkling lights of Istanbul. She had discovered a lot of wonderful things about Turkey, not the least of which was Omar, the horny lover she had enjoyed so much that exciting night.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The following day Natalie had time to see some of the sights of Istanbul. The splendor of the Blue Mosque made her forget all about the previous night's adventures. And when she entered St. Sophia's magnificent edifice, she felt guilty about her wanton sexual activity. Caught in the comforting atmosphere of the huge cathedral, she vowed she would not give in to despair and depravity ever again. Feeling lonely was one thing. But trying to escape this unpleasant feeling by falling into the trap of lust was no answer.
The marketplace fascinated with its quaint small booths and the glistening gold rings, with their priceless gems bedazzling her as she looked at them.
She had made her mind up that she would no longer overspend as that made her anxious too. So, she simply admired the many fabulous things she saw in the exquisite little gem shops. Returning to the hotel at night, she had a quiet dinner alone in her room. When the bellboy acted as if he wanted to get better acquainted, she let him know that she wasn't interested. And this made her feel much better about the entire episode.
The next day, she had to get up early and be packed to take the airport bus provided for the crew of the jet lines. As dawn streaked across the Turkish sky when the sun rose, she thought of Omar and wondered if she would ever see him again.
Going through Customs didn't take long and then she was ready to think of Bombay, the next stop in the around-the-world flight she was on. However, she was kept so busy during the flight she barely had time to think about any personal impressions of Bombay. The plane was packed. Many of the men on board the plane were heading for Sri Lanka, and from what they told her about that place she found it fascinating.
One man in particular seemed to enjoy talking about Sri Lanka. He didn't hesitate to tell her why.
"Sri Lanka has everything," he explained. "The beaches are the best. There's a very elegant hotel I always go to. It's called Pegasus Reef Hotel, and it is set on the most magnificent stretch of white sand beaches anywhere on earth. Palm trees sway in the tropical breezes, and a French restaurant serves gourmet food. I wish I was there now."
"You make me envy you," Natalie assured him, "I've always wanted to go to Acapulco. And from what you say Colombo sounds like Waikiki Beach and Los Homos in Acapulco all rolled into one!"
He laughed, sipping his drink slowly, and took out his business card from his wallet. "If you ever come to Colombo ... do look me up!"
"I most certainly will," Natalie smiled.
First, there were the drinks, and then a couple of meals followed before the long flight was over. By the time Natalie arrived in Bombay her enthusiasm for travel was greatly diminished. She recognized she was completely exhausted and by the time the plane landed at the Bombay International Airport, she was not about to head for any sightseeing tour as she required rest. The Taj Mahal Hotel brought her to life again. The magnificent old marvel of a hotel was set on the Arabian Sea. Every room had a view of the sea. And the old wing which had been built during the time of British rule had a splendid style of Moorish architecture. When the desk clerk told her she could have a room in the old wing she was delighted as that was the wing she preferred. The new tower at the front of the older building was modern high-rise and resembled any other modern hotel with all of the up to the minute modern conveniences. But there was something romantic and appealing about the older wing that she enjoyed very much. Natalie's room had an arched ceiling with a ceiling fan in the middle of the room.
The green tile floor, and white walls complimented each other. There was a lovely balcony with a splendid view of the city of Bombay, the Arabian sea, and the strange-looking black sand beaches. The Arabian Sea itself had a most unusual color ... it was brown and appeared sandy. From the photos that Natalie had seen in the travel brochures she thought the Arabian Sea would be a blue. Natalie didn't feel like any sight-seeing at this point, and promptly proceeded to go to bed. She ordered from Room Service, so she wouldn't have to go to the bother of dressing for dinner. It was strangely humid and hot and the overhead ceiling fan proved to be very practical. At first, she had thought perhaps it was only for decorative purposes, a relic of another, slower era. However, the fan eliminated the stuffy feeling she might have had otherwise.
That night she slept soundly and the next day, she started out on her sight seeing expedition. At first, she went to an interesting park where the British had left behind one of their botanical gardens, created in a park, situated above the city water's supply, which was below in a well-built reservoir. After that, she went to lunch and in the afternoon visited a movie studio in downtown Bombay. They were shooting a picture, supposedly set on the desert, and this provided something most interesting for her to enjoy.
Meeting a producer by the name of Nazir Jariz proved to be the highlight of the entire afternoon. Nazir was a man who appreciated beautiful women and he had cast quite a few leading ladies in India's biggest films. Meeting the blonde stewardess got him so excited he began envisioning her as a blonde princess in one of the historical movies he was about to put before the cameras.
"Why don't you join me for dinner?" Nazir suggested to Natalie.
"I barely know you," she replied, being coy and reserved.
"We can take care of that problem," Nazir smiled, "You are a very lovely lady and you should dine at the finest restaurants in Bombay ... and I know where they are."
Thus, a dinner engagement was set, and that night Natalie met Nazir in the marble lobby of the Taj Mahal.
"We might as well begin here," he smiled, "we'll have a drink at the bar at the top of the hotel. It provides a superb view of the city. And I know you'll enjoy it."
As they went up the elevator together it dawned on Natalie that her producer friend had a distinct British accent.
"You ... don't sound like an Indian," she smiled as they disembarked from the elevator and proceeded down the hallway to the bar at the top of the Taj.
"That's true," Nazir smiled, "and I can tell you why. I went to Oxford University near London. So, I don't sound like a native."
Over drinks at the posh bar, Natalie thrilled to the sight of the fabulous city of Bombay spread out below. The twinkling lights of the fabled old city seemed to hide the fact that in this city there was gnawing poverty as well as huge wealth.
"How long will you be in Bombay?" he asked anxiously. "Tonight and tomorrow ... I must leave on the following day's flight for Hong Kong."
"That's too bad," he told her, "I was thinking perhaps you might test for the film role of the blonde princess who comes to India from England."
"I'm not an actress," Natalie insisted, "I'm just a stewardess." She said the word 'stewardess' in a way that bothered Nazir. He didn't like the idea of her down-playing the role she had selected for her life work at this point in time.
"You shouldn't say 'just' a stewardess," he insisted, "You have so much to see, so much living to do as you fly all over the world."
"That's true," she smiled at him, "and that's the right way to look at it. You simply can't look down on your role. You see I'm just serving the people who can afford to fly...."
Nazir was impressed with Natalie's modesty.
"Let's go to dinner now," he smiled.
They went down to the posh lobby, and when they got outside a doorman dressed in a white uniform, with a purple and white turban was there to open the door of the producer's limousine which he had parked nearby. A chauffeur sped them to another nearby hotel. The dining room on the top floor had a revolving restaurant that made it possible to enjoy Bombay all during dinner. Following dinner, Nazir surprised her by suggesting they stop in his apartment, which he claimed he kept in the hotel for entertaining his out of town guests.
The luxurious apartment was a fantasy sprung to life. The thick white carpeting, and the elegant furniture all added up to a very striking place. After drinks, he got to talking and then his hands began to wander to her thigh.
This bothered Natalie. She had though of Nazir as a cool businessman who was primarily interested in her film career possibilities. But, as the dark skinned Indian man began talking to her about his various plans she soon realized he was also a very ardent, and passionate man as well, and this annoyed and troubled her.
"I ... I am beside myself," he winked as his hand slipped smoothly under her dress while he quoted Indian religious verse.
"Don't you think you could recite something different when you are putting the make on me?' Natalie demanded, thinking of the hypocrisy of it all. But Nazir only shook his head.
"Sex is a religion with me," he explained, "I look upon each woman as a godly vessel and...."
Never before had Natalie heard such a line of bull. She pulled his hot hand from under her skirt, and didn't hesitate to tell the Indian producer what she thought of him.
"Alright, Nazir, buzz off my body! You're not putting the make on me with a lot of sweet talk. I'm not buying!"
Misunderstanding the American slang she was using and taking her words literally, the Indian film producer arched an eyebrow, "Of course you're not buying! I am...."
Reaching behind a silk pillow on the sofa he brought out a small red box, and handed it to Natalie.
"I'm buying," he smiled, "a little gift for you, my pet!"
Curiosity won out in the contest going on in her mind about the morality of accepting a lovely gift which might have some very tight sexual strings attached. Opening the box, her eyes fell upon a stunning diamond ring.
"Oh, Nazir," Natalie exclaimed, "you shouldn't have done it!"
"I know I shouldn't. My wife would say I shouldn't if she knew, but Natalie when I took one look at you I knew what I had to do!"
"That sounds like the words of an American love song," Natalie commented suspiciously as she looked up from the ring.
"They are," Nazir smiled proudly, "and I think they fit perfectly the feeling I must express to you for what you mean to me!"
At that point, the handsome Indian got to his feet, and began reciting an Indian verse, "You are life and love to me! You are beauty, of face and form! You are sunlight and moonlight! You make my life bright with your smile!"
"Is that original?"
"No, but I think it fits what I feel for you!"
Natalie could resist no longer. Her eyes swept down to the glittering diamond while Nazir got to his knees in front of the sofa and began reaching under her skirt. Soon he was pressing his lips against her hot legs, reaching to her moist inner thigh.
"Natalie, why don't we go into the bedroom. If I could just see you naked I wouldn't lay a finger on you."
Natalie looked at Nazir's intense eyes, hungering for a sight of her body, and she looked calculatingly at the diamond ring.
"Alright," she smiled, feeling somehow like a whore. Erasing such unpleasant thoughts from her mind she managed to go into the bedroom with Nazir and proceeded to disrobe.
When she saw Nazir undressing too, she looked at him in surprise.
"Why are you taking your clothes off?"
"I wouldn't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do," he smiled proudly. "I am certain you wouldn't want to leave India without seeing at least one Indian man naked."
"Why? Do Indian men have something different?"
"You'll see," Nazir smiled, as he undressed. He kept his eyes focused on Natalie who was undressing. He could hardly wait to see the wisp of pussy hair between her lithe, long legs.
When she finally did strip completely, and he saw her ripe, full bosoms with their erect nipples, and his eyes swept down to her pubic vee, he felt a wave of erotic desire tingling in his testicles, giving him a huge hard-on.
Nazir stepped out of his Indian silk boxer shorts and she caught sight of the huge, throbbing penis between his legs.
Nazir was proud of his throbbing cock and he didn't hesitate to stroke it a couple of times to bring it to full size.
"You can see me naked now," Natalie smiled innocently, hoping the sight of her body might possibly be enough to satisfy him. But, she soon discovered that was not the case.
"Get on the bed Natalie," Nazir suggested softly.
Natalie had gone this far and she figured she now had to go through the rest of it if he wasn't going to think of her as some kind of a prick teaser. The diamond-ring bribe had worked its magic on her mind. She had wanted it so desperately, she secretly knew she'd do just about anything a man would ask her to. Nazir wasn't a bad-looking man either. He could take off a little of the paunch around his middle, but he was tall, smooth-skinned and he had a huge cock.
As she lay on the bed, Natalie began thinking about what she was doing to herself and she felt guilty. It had been such a short time ago that she'd confessed her sins at St. Sophia in Istanbul. And now, here she was naked on a bed in Bombay.
As the naked Indian producer got on bed with her, and she tried to free herself from what she knew was coming, she felt helpless against his might, and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely smothered her trembling mouth. Soon his tongue was licking lustfully between her lips and against her tongue.
Nazir held the blonde stewardess close, his big hands hot and moving as they pressed into the full, round flesh of her ass to force her pelvis tighter against him, his height playing the throbbing head of his penis hard against the soft flat belly of Natalie. And then she felt her own erotic fires burning within her body. It was strange how once in the act of sex, the guilt would disappear. And the pleasure would take over. Wild little sensations of excitement made her body tingle with hot desire.
She lay there now, helpless at his lewd assault of her defenseless body. Even though she wanted in one part of her mind to resist him, she found herself giving way to the assault. She let her mouth give way to the rape of his tongue. He was forcing his body on her as his hands massaged and caressed her bosoms.
The blonde stewardess's full up-tilted breasts appealed to him. And with lewd movements, he felt of them, pinching the nipples obscenely.
"Ohhh, ohhhh, please stop," Natalie begged. But as he lifted his head she saw his evil, lewd grin and she knew Nazir would never stop until he had satisfied himself with her body.
"We're just getting acquainted, Natalie," he smiled, as his hands began exploring every crack and crevice of her naked body.
It was impossible Natalie thought to herself. Her own body was betraying her. She felt her desires coming alive with almost overpowering sensations of lustful desire.
She had to control herself. What was happening to her sense of moral decency, or had she cleansed herself of sordid religious concepts of morality. Then, she felt his huge hands on her satiny, naked flesh. He was moving upward ... upward to her thigh. The soft warm flesh of her inner thigh gave way to his lusts.
She wanted him too! Oh, noooo! Didn't she have more control of her emotions than that? Why should she suddenly desire him like this? Couldn't she stop this awful carnal craving?
Nazir looked down at Natalie where she lay stretched out beneath him in all her naked blonde splendor. She felt his hand on the silken flesh of her trembling thigh, moving higher with each stroke until he let them brush the pubic, fleecy blonde curls around her crotch.
He enjoyed letting his fingertips slide along her pink-slitted pussy, and watching her underneath him as the lewd and lustful feelings held sway.
The hairy, dark-skinned Indian movie producer was panting over her body now and this got her all the more aroused.
"I could just eat you," he told her. She groaned and twisted as she felt his fingertips sliding around her crotch. What had come over her? She desired him. She wanted to feel his huge, throbbing cock sliding in her cunt. Oh what horrible teasing. Nazir, straddling her deliberately brushed the head of his meaty erection back and forth over her cunt. He was enjoying the lewd excitement of gently inserting just the tip of his cock, and suddenly pulling out. It was quite obvious to the young stewardess, he was doing the prick-teasing, and she was his victim.
"You enjoy that?" Nazir grinned down at her.
"Yes ... ohhh, yess ... I ... I want you!"
"You want what?" the dark-skinned movie pro ducer teased the young blonde stewardess.
"I ... I want your cock in me ... I want you to. . to fuck me!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Once he'd managed to get her to say what she wanted, he didn't instantly give her what she asked for. Instead, he teasingly played with her ripe, full bosoms, squeezing them until she closed her eyes in shame.
"Stop it ... Stop torturing me like this!"
Nazir was accustomed to dealing with beautiful and very spoiled young women. And he prided himself in knowing exactly how to handle them to obtain what he wanted.
Her mind had become a whirlpool of conflict. Part of him desiring sex with him and another part of her hating him.
"I can't wait to lap you up," he smiled, "to lick your sweet, juicy cunt!"
And then she felt his hands once more go down to her smooth thighs, his finger slid into her cuntal hole, and suddenly withdrew just as she was beginning to enjoy.
"Feel good?" he smiled, enjoying the cat and mouse game he was making of their sexual interlude.
"Yes ... yes ... I ... I like your finger inside if me....
Then it happened again. Nazir let his finger teasingly slide along her moistening pussy slit. She felt his thick long finger tracing the thick, pink-furrowed line of her nakedly exposed cunt, as she writhed and squirmed beneath it, uncontrollably.
Spasms of unwanted desire surged through her entire being now, almost consuming her with its fiery, lust-ridden trail.
Slowly, Nazir parted the wisps of soft blonde sparse pubic hair, worming his finger deeper and deeper into her excited, moist channel, sending shocks of wild delight soaring through her entire being.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, no ... noooooo," she whimpered as the mounting passionate desires flamed in her body.
The aroused young blonde stewardess tossed her head and whimpered in her emotional turmoil, and strange craving. A stimulating shock of carnal desire and craving made her willingly spread her legs. She was twitching and squirming, her buttocks rising, as he gently probed inside her moist depths. Her sensitive pussy-slit was taunted now as he continued playing with her, an evil grin of domination surfacing on the producer's lust-driven face.
He enjoyed seeing her thighs, gently thrusting upward as he kept probing inside her pussy. The electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing bud of her clitoris caused unrestrained passion to sweep over her. It was lewdly saturating her entire being, and Natalie bit her lips to hold back the moan of mindless bliss she experienced, as the ecstatic thrills of sensuous passion surged through her, causing her breasts to shiver and shake.
But as she saw the wicked and somehow evil grin on Nazir's face, Natalie knew she had to rouse her slumbering conscience and stop him before it was too late. These forbidden, lascivious acts were all wrong. She knew they were, but how could she stop him when she was enjoying it so much. She felt hopelessly trapped in her own lewd and lustful desires. And that was what made it all seem so painful, so incredibly torturous.
Catching her breath, Natalie tried to find words to express her feeling. The sensual shock of his fingers teasing obscenely around her hotly quivering clitoris caused her to writhe her buttocks around in a vain effort to escape the frenzied spasms of desire she felt now.
"Oh, Nazir ... I'm no whore," she moaned, "you are treating me like a slut ... Ohhhh, I ... I can't."
The diamond ring was flashing in her mind. That was the price he was willing to pay for her body.
She consoled herself. At least he was willing to pay a good price for her sexual favors, providing the diamond was real, of course.
The Indian movie producer's fingers teased the erect bud of her clitoris, as fresh spasms of desire coursed wildly over her vibrant, flesh. "You know how to excite me," she moaned, writhing in passion-filled ecstasy.
The helpless blonde stewardess closed her eyes in sexual delight. She felt the cool rush of air, as he parted her legs, toying with her fleshy buttocks, exploring her all over like a curious child examining a new toy. His big hands clutched her bosoms hotly, kneading, rolling and squeezing the nipples almost painfully between his fingers, until his warm, wet mouth encompassed one, his lashing tongue flipping over the tiny nipple in maddening excited lust.
And then he sucked on her other bosom in the same manner. Even though she hated herself for being this ignited by his passionate love-making it didn't prevent her from pushing his head down over both tits as he sucked and licked, and nibbled on them.
All the time he was doing this he was inserting his hot, and anxious hand between her moist tingling thighs.
The hard distended pink nipples were now completely exposed to him and she could feel his hot breath there as he played with them, rolling, squeezing and then licking with his wet tongue.
Painfully he'd take her nipples between his fingers, and then his tongue flipped back and forth here. She loved the arousing way he was going at it now. His wet, hot tongue licked between the valley of her bosoms, letting his hands slide down to her smooth stomach. Now and then his hand would dip down to her crotch, and he once again would insert one probing finger in her pussy, sliding his fingertip gently back and forth across her erect clitoris.
The helpless young stewardess closed her eyes, raising herself up, assisting him, as he continued sliding his fingers in her vagina. His taunting fingertips soon had her pumping back in response.
She moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her vagina, and suddenly got down between her nakedly splayed legs. He was kneeling now between her legs that he had forcibly and obscenely spread open to him, his face twisted in a lewd grin. She let her eyes trail over his muscular powerful naked torso to the thick, hardened penis standing out from his lean loins.
Her eyes widened in a strange sense of disbelief and terror realizing at last what she was doing. A licentious smirk formed on his face and his hands lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the hard, blood-engorged head.
"You like it, don't you?" he smiled, "and I wonder if you feel I am worthy enough to enter your cunt!"
Natalie hardly heard his obscene words. She was more than a little shocked with the sight of his huge, already pulsating organ. She couldn't help but gape at the massiveness of Nazir's throbbing penis. Its length and thickness caused her to stare in profound awe, while the sight of her own naked, obscenely spread-open thighs filled her with shame. Once again the feeling of helplessness swept over her. Her fogged brain had trouble responding. It further registered that Nazir was deriving some kind of warped, sadistic pleasure out of this. She detected a kind of gleam in his eyes that gave her this distinct impression.
Yet, she found herself staring as if she were transfixed on the inhuman sized fleshy instrument that he was holding in his hand. Stroking his throbbing penis proudly, he made her wonder if she could ever take all that thick cockmeat into herself.
"Is it big enough?" the Indian film producer laughed obscenely. "I guess you beautiful young stewardesses have a lot of opportunities!"
Natalie hated to have Nazir think she was some kind of a slut. She didn't think of herself this way and it was painful to have him think of her like this.
She couldn't help gape at the massive pulsating penis. Its length and its thickness caused her to stare and finally reach out and feel of the huge, throbbing cock.
The almost inhuman size of his fleshy instrument caused her to feel almost ill. He seemed to delight in holding and stroking its thickness, terrorizing her with his huge cock.
He dropped his weight upon her, and then she felt the hardness of his hugely pulsating penis sliding into the tender flesh of her belly, his thick hands once more reaching up to squeeze her full shapely bosoms.
And then his mouth was smothering hers, his hot tongue being inserted in her mouth as he plunged deep into her mouth.
After he had Frenched with her a few moments, he eased his tongue from her mouth, and brought it down to the lips of her vagina. Gently spreading the pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his quivering red tongue into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina, he prepared to eat her. She thrilled to the erotic sensation of having him down there around her crotch.
The electrifying excitement she felt when Nazir's hot tongue licked along the gleaming bud of her erect little clitoris was different and more arousing than anything she'd ever experienced before.
She kept involuntarily lifting her legs again, and then she decided to make her escape. Nazir lost his balance as she pulled away. But he quickly was on his knees and he seized her by the ankle.
"Where were you going?" the dark skinned man smiled at the shapely young blonde stewardess.
Nazir leaped forward, the weight of his chest striking against her lower abdomen and sending her back against the nightstand. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs, and shimmied down until his face arrived over the soft hair-lined lips of the prone Stewardess's cunt. With her legs spread wide apart, and her eyes open in abject terror, she began struggling again, but it was a hopeless battle. She could see him lunged on all fours down between her quivering widespread thighs leering up at her between her large upstanding breasts like a sex-crazed animal, ready to pounce on his prey.
His eyes fell upon the moistly glistening flesh of her nakedly exposed cuntal lips which seemed to be offered up to his gloating mouth as a defenseless sacrifice. She lay underneath him, unable to move.
The shame and humiliation Natalie felt now was complete. She looked at Nazir's pink tongue obscenely circling his lips as he prepared to devour her. She could feel his hot breath, as he prepared for the ravishment of her quivering, hot vagina.
Natalie felt only repugnance toward him as he let his hands slide over her smooth abdomen. She watched as he let his nose nudge closer to her soft down-covered pubic mound, placing his palms flat against the inside of her trembling young thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her pink cunt.
Ever so slowly he drew the ragged pink pussy lips apart, exposing the moistly palpitating slit to his gaze. Leering in almost a gloating manner he lowered his head, worming the wet long length of his tongue into the throbbing warm walls of her pussy.
Natalie could not understand what was happening to her own emotions. There was a sudden change from brutality to a feeling of tenderness that caught her by surprise.
She figured she might as well give in to this man and let him lick her any way he wanted. She felt his warmly licking tongue slip gently forward. Nazir was almost caressing the blushing folds of her pink pussy flesh. An erotic sensation overcame Natalie. What he was doing down there might cause her to erupt at any moment. She tightly clenched her buttocks together against the pressure he exerted with his thumbs, and finally he eased off her. Yet he still kept a constant outward tension against her legs until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly relaxed.
Nazir saw a slight moisture forming along the inflamed cuntal folds. The glistening wetness was triggering his tongue to lusty desire. As the pain of his powerful hand-grip lessened, Natalie could feel her own lusts rising to match his erotic mood.
When Nazir saw her ease her thighs wider and wider apart, he knew it would be only a matter of time before she would succumb to the ministrations of his tongue at the warm inner flanges of her cunt. Yet, he had no idea it would happen quite this soon. He was almost disappointed as he felt half the fun was the battle.
His mind was intoxicated by the wafting scent of her tight young pussy. Again, Nazir snaked his tongue into the smooth pink cleavage of flesh, and felt her attempt to move before lying acquiescent when his fingers pressurized for a moment on her thighs. Nazir let his tongue simply rest there, luxuriating in the delicious taste of her beginning-to-juice cunt. And then he slowly eased his tongue below the tiny pleasure bud at the tip of her wetly trembling pussy. She was becoming accustomed to having his face in her crotch, his tongue in her twat now.
He could tell she was quieting down, not wanting to raise such an objection to his licking of her crotch as she had at first.
Her movements indicated to him she was enjoying it too. For her hips gently undulated from side to side as his wet hot tongue began licking at her crotch. He knew how to slide his tongue against the sensitive softness of her moist secret parts.
Nazir lifted his mouth so that the tip of his tongue rested on top of the erect bud of her clitoris. And then he softly flicked his tongue back and forth.
The blonde young stewardess sighed. She was enjoying what he was doing to her enormously.
Permitting her muscles to relax in a loose tranquility, she lay back and enjoyed the pleasure with his tongue that the producer was providing with her.
Nazir's sensitive tongue could feel her clitoris grow erect as he began feathering his tongue ever so lightly over the palpitating, moist nub of her clitoris.
The producer's impatient cock was throbbing with desire now. Drops of crystal cum were oozing from the small slit at the crown of his cock. He could hardly wait to have her, and have her he must.
Natalie's mounting arousal had held him back from instantly thrusting his massive male organ into her tight little cunt. He wanted to be gentle with her. He was determined she was going to enjoy their intercourse as much as he would. But he was tasting victory in her pussy now. For her own juicy responses indicated to him she was as turned on with him as he obviously was with her. Their little battle on the bed had only been an exciting prelude for something that was to follow. He didn't want to destroy the whole thing by moving too quickly. Using some cunning and strategy he felt he could find his sex slave willingly cooperating with his own obscene and lewd desires that had his balls burning.
Nazir slowly increased the pressure of his tongue, thinking how wonderful it was to have a pair of smooth white thighs pressed warmly about his shoulders. And then he felt Natalie clench her legs tightly together all of a sudden, as some kind of rejection, and he couldn't understand why this was.
Her pressure remained gentle, and lingered in his dazed mind. She had watched him moving his head down between her creamily smooth thighs. She had seen him push his face over her mound. She knew what he was doing. She knew it was depraved and obscene. Yet she hadn't stopped him before. Her body responded, her vagina juices were beginning to flow.
Was their some kind of guilt hidden deep within her that made her act like this? Why? He couldn't answer this puzzling question that tormented him at this moment.
"Mmmmmm," Natalie sighed, and her buttocks abruptly relaxed as a sudden feeling of great warmth flowered through her being. Gazing down fondly at the gently bobbing head between her thighs, she felt suddenly possessed of the desire to grip his head in her hands, to shove his hotly working mouth still tighter to her awakening loins.
How could this lurid desire be tugging at her? She couldn't understand it. She was a decent girl who despised dirty old men who liked to fasten their faces in her hot loins, and slide their eager tongues in her twat. Yet, she had to tell herself the truth about Nazir's wet, slippery tongue sliding inside her vagina now. She loved it. She hungered for his mouth to be pressed on her cunt.
She was quiet now, no longer anxious to escape. She wanted his insistent tongue to continue gliding inside her, to flick across her clitoris, to ignite, and incite her passions to the bursting point. She was as desperate for his tongue, as he apparently was for her pussy.
For a moment, Nazir raised his mouth. Yet, he still let the tip of his tongue remain; resting over the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. Every so softly now, he flicked it back and forth. The girl sighed, letting her muscles relax even more in the marvelous sensations he was generating in her crotch.
"Ohhh, Nazir ... I ... I love it," she moaned. He had a way of slipping his tongue ever so delicately over her there. She was so keyed up now he realized she could cum at any moment.
It was all Nazir could do now not to stab his penis in her. He could feel his own juices ready to erupt. The nakedly captive stewardess squirmed slightly, as he tightened his hands over her thighs so she couldn't slip away. With one quick plunge of his wet thick tongue, he thrust forward between the fleshy warm folds of her cunt and began orally fucking her. A flooding feeling seemed to race over her body as if a thousand tiny fingers were slipping inside her pink moist vagina, and caressing her most secret parts. Natalie jerked suddenly downward.
She had never experienced anything quite so tantalizing, quite so arousing, stimulating and satisfying.
She arched her back to momentarily withdraw from the pleasure. Yet, she began involuntarily pushing toward him in a spasm of delight and ground her buttocks back up toward him. Again and again she screwed his face, grinding her cunt tightly to his pressing lips. All the time she was thrilling to the erotic sensations of his plunging, driving tongue which continued pumping into her in the most depraved, obscene way imaginable.
Her breath exploded into small quick gasps that muffled themselves in tiny mewling grunts, as her face twisted in a lust-contorted moment of hot desire.
And then he began a sudden flicking of his tongue rapidly in and out of her warmly clinging vaginal passage, thrusting his tongue and lips still closer to her crotch.
Withdrawing his tongue a moment, he began to lick crazily across the little folds of cuntal flesh that were exposed. Her buttocks were swaying now, sensuously churning in response to his slippery tongue movements about her body.
"Ohhh, ahhh," she gasped in half protest, as the uncontrollable building lust seared through her inflamed body, carrying her to a passion peak she had never known before Nazir's wild, wet tongue flipped around her cunt, her ass-cheeks, and his hands gripped her here tightly.
CHAPTER NINE
Nazir could tell the blonde stewardess was unable to control herself any longer. And it was to this passionate pitch that he had deliberately built up. Gone were all her inhibitions.
"Spread your legs, Natalie," he smiled at her, "I'm going to fuck you good!"
Trembling with a mixture of lewd anticipation and fear, the young blodne stewardess parted her thighs. Nazir's anxious finger slid down her wetly glistening vaginal slit until they rested at the hot pulsing portal of her cunt. With his free hand, he seized the shaft of his long throbbing cock with his fingers and stroked it obscenely against the ragged edges of her pussy, sending ripples of erotic lust surging through her loins. He ground slowly forward with his hips, guiding his thick massive penis forward until the thick rubbery head nosed into her wetly pulsating cuntal lips. The blonde young stewardess moved her head from side to side. She could feel him using the bulbous hot tip of his penis to part her flue down there. Closing her eyes, a shudder of delight tingled through the sensitive opening of her pulsing pussy. Holding her breath for what seemed like an eternity, she lay there in complete subjugation before him, not daring to breathe.
"Ahhhh," she moaned as she felt the passionate pressure of his penis shoving against the elastic tight entrance to her virginal young cunt.
And then he thrust his manhood inside her.
"Yessss," she gasped, as she felt the first hard pressure against the thick penis sliding inside her moist welcoming womanhood. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Let me feel that prick of yours driving inside me!"
Natalie thrilled to the stimulating sensation of his hugeness sliding in her cunt. He was pistoning his rigidly thick penis through her vaginally tight opening and thrilling to every second of it. As Nazir watched her becoming so aroused and excited it added to his pleasure. He enjoyed seeing her beneath him, as he relentlessly continued penetrating his penis in her tight cunt.
Again and again he stabbed inside her. Hot waves of pleasure rippled through her body. He reared up with his hands, pressing on either side of her shoulders, levering his loins so that the great length of his massive cock lay even with her throbbing moistening cuntal lips.
Her vaginal muscles grasped the head of his blood-engorged penis pushing inside her pulsating vaginal passage, and then he drove forward, his weight crashing against her full, ripe bosoms. He rammed his hips forward at the same time. The heated hardness of his pecker drove into her with a battering ram suddenness. He continued pistoning his penis into her tightly clinging cunt, shoving the moist soft flesh of her pussy before it with a surge of lewd sensation.
There was no stopping him now. He loved this fantastic sensation. "Fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck me!" he gasped, as she groaned under him. Never before had he met an American girl who seemed to crave his cock like this young girl.
"Grab my ass and play with me there," he told her. Her hot hands gripped his sinewy ass cheeks, squeezing them with her hot feeling now.
"Yes ... ohh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted, pushing up to meet his advancing cockstabs. "All the way up there, Nazir! I want every fucking inch of your cock! Every inch!"
The lust contorted look on Natalie's face indicated to him just how horny she was, and he responded by plunging in deep, rutting cockstabs.
He kept on pumping into her, as she listened to the obscene sound of his balls, slapping loudly into the defenselessly clenched cheeks of her upturned ass.
Never in Natalie's life had she met any man who could turn on the sex power in his penis like Nazir.
He had himself under such perfect control and then he became a sex pistol.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck me!" he gasped, rutting into her now. His hotly pulsating penis seemed to be filling and expanding inside the wet throbbing walls of her cunt. Soon he would be coming. And it was this thick surge of creamy hot cum she was waiting for. She wanted that erotic moment of fulfillment when he would drive inside her.
His massively throbbing shaft pumped completely inside her, thrilling her as no man had ever aroused her before.
Natalie could feel every ridge and pulsing vein of his penis against the soft moist walls of her cunt. His thick throbbing cock continued pumping in its own erotic rhythm of his loins. Soon, they were both slippery with a misty sheen of perspiration as their bodies lustfully slapped together in a lustful manner.
"Ahhh," he grunted breathlessly as he continued pumping it to her. "Slip your finger up my ass-hole Natalie. A good prostate gland massage always adds fire to my fuck!"
Reaching behind him, Natalie felt of his round, firm ass-globes. Parting his buttocks, she slipped her hand smoothly between his ass-crack, gently permitting one finger to slip up his tight rectum.
"Oh, yess, fuck ... fuck me!" he begged, "I want your finger sliding up my ass-hole while I screw your cunt!"
Natalie's index finger glided smoothly up his tight anus, as he pumped it to her with forceful cockstabs.
Nazir's hot throbbing flesh stabbed up her cunt another half-inch. He kept driving inside her, driving her almost to a point of frenzy. At last, she withdrew her finger from his behind, clasping his firm round ass cheeks and sensuously squeezing them, as he kept ramming it into her hot, yielding cuntal flesh.
"How do you like having sex with a man from India?" Nazir smiled proudly, as he continued plunging his penis into her.
Looking up at him, Natalie nodded and smiled. "Ohhh, Nazir ... I love having you fuck me! Keep fucking me!"
Her chest rose and fell, letting her generous-sized bosoms push against him, as he went on screwing her.
"Tell me it feels good!" he demanded, "I want to hear it from your own lips!"
His eyes blazed with erotic ecstasy, as he proudly rode his huge, throbbing penis in her cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Yesss ... Yess," she cried eagerly enjoying every thrilling thrust of his hugeness in her gripping cunt.
Again and again, she felt him driving forward, the muscles of his chest seeming to fuse with the trembling mounds of her breasts.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Natalie whimpered weakly, willing to cooperate with him completely now.
At this point she was willing to let him do anything he pleased. Her feelings had sped beyond the limits of what she felt was decency. She could tell how much he enjoyed the fact all of her inhibitions were vanishing with every thrust of his mighty cock into her pussy.
Nazir throbbed deeper, letting his fingers dig into the softness of her arm at the same time. She was defenseless now, her resistance destroyed by his lustful desires.
"Do it to me, fuck me!" she panted passionately, the veil of defenses having lifted. Her humiliation was complete now.
Nazir smiled down at her, his hands reaching down over the softly resilient flesh of her naked young buttocks, his fingers erotically sliding down the anal crevice. Parting her smooth ass-cheeks, he inserted his finger, sliding to her puckered little anus. He could feel it soft and warm, anxious for the insertion of his finger.
Nazir gently thrust his outstretched forefinger inward until he began penetrating the tightly clenched opening. He could feel Natalie's body lurching toward him, as his finger was inserted in her ass-hole. It felt fantastic to have her loins grinding sensuously against his hips as she tried to get away from the relentless pressure.
"What are you doing?" she whispered in his ear, churning her hips at the same time as his finger began thrusting obscenely in and out of her tight anus.
Nazir smiled at her and informed her quietly, "fucking your ass-hole with my finger, while I screw your cunt with my cock! That's what I'm doing!"
Nazir let his finger circle around inside her ass-hole, enjoying working against the elastic tightness of her channel, stretching the rubbery softness wider, ever wider as he let his finger stab into her. He continued stabbing his finger up her ass-hole, and went on pumping his thick prick in her cunt.
She felt helpless in the grasp of his lust.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged the Indian man. "I want it up my ass-hole. I want your cock in my cunt ... deeper!"
He drove his penis deeper in her vagina, his slick balls slapping her bare body, as he continued fingering her ass-hole.
"Ahhh, ohhh, yesss ... yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me!" she moaned in a frenzy. "I ... I can't stand it!"
Natalie had become so worked up, she was orgasming now. Her cuntal juices provided superb lubrication for his thrusting cock as he went on driving his prick up her pussy. A sudden perverse urge hit the Indian producer. With his finger slipping up her ass-hole, he could imagine how much pleasure he might derive from having sex with her if she would only allow him the opportunity to dive his cock up her ass.
She couldn't complain that his cock wasn't well lubricated. For now he was well oiled down there and ready to attack her from the rear. Pressing his lips on hers, he slowly insinuated his tongue along her lips. And then he inserted his tongue inside her mouth, circulating it smoothly.
She was panting at this point, her body dripping with the perspiration that came from her wild sexual ride. Nazir had managed to control himself and his cock was still hard.
"I'll fuck your ass-hole," he smiled, as he pulled his tongue from her open, wet mouth. "And you'll love it!"
Natalie wasn't so sure she would love being sodomized. It seemed like an almost frightful kind of act. Yet, she determined she would permit his entrance into her behind if he wanted it so bad. He had a way of riding his finger up her tight rectum that did excite her.
Nazir wasted no time in sliding his slick cock from her cunt. He wanted to degrade and humiliate her every way he knew how. Smiling lewdly, he told her the position he wanted her to get in.
"Get on all fours," he demanded, "over there in front of the mirror. I want to watch it slipping up your ass-hole...."
Reluctantly, the blonde, shapely naked stewardess slid off the huge bed, and walked over to the floor length mirrors Nazir had pointed out to her at the side of the room. She hesitated a long moment before getting on the floor.
"Hurry up," the Indian producer insisted, "get on all fours on the floor like a fucking dog!"
Turning, Natalie looked into his eyes. She could see a sadistic look on his face that frightened her. Yet she didn't want to create a commotion. It might only trigger the savage instinct that was already functioning within.
Clasping her smooth, silken ass-cheeks, Nazir suddenly shoved forward, driving the full length of his manhood up her behind. With a deep penetrating cockstab he jabbed it into her.
"Fuck," he exclaimed excitedly, "Fuck!"
Nazir could feel the huge head of his throbbing cock coming to a sudden stop at her tight-puckered-up anus. With a ruthless force, he drove forward, as he decided to ram it to her.
"Come on and fuck," he commanded, "that's the way to do it!"
His throbbing cock almost tore her ass-flesh as he rammed in up to the hilt. Lewdly, his balls bounced against her buttocks as he pumped into her ass without mercy.
She kept her ass-cheeks turning, as she writhed in pain as he continued riding up her ass with a savage fury.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yesss, fuck me, fuck me!" the dark-skinned Indian man begged the blonde young stewardess as he went on thrusting into her tight, twisting ass-hole. "Ohhh, ahhh, yesss, yesss, fuck, fuuuck!"
She loved the sensation of his pistoning penis now, for he was developing a rhythm, and she was picking up his zestful fucking movements. Pushing back to him, she felt him stabbing in her ass-hole, and she got more excited every moment.
As her hips undulated to his insistent cockstabs, he became more aroused than ever. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. He thrust his cock all the way up her ass-hole.
It was strange how stimulating it felt to have his penis inserted all the way up her behind. And she loved the riding rhythm. She couldn't get enough of him now.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, yes ... yessss!" she finally blurted as she found herself almost overcome with the electrical thrills that shot through her body. When Nazir reached around and found her vagina, she felt his finger slip inside her cuntal crevice, and she loved it.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yessss, yesss, fuck me!" she panted. Nazir knew precisely how to keep his fingers flicking back and forth across her lobe bud, as he continued stabbing up her ass-hole.
And then he got his gun off. His powerful penis exploded in her ass-hole. Her ass-muscles squeezed the sticky cum from his throbbing, pistoning penis, coating her with his cum, providing a slick trail for his driving prick.
As his fingertips continued flipping in an erotic fashion against her clit, she could feel him bringing her to orgasm.
"Ohhh, ahhhh, ohhhh, I'm cuming, I'm cuming," she cried out in her sexual ecstasy. Her hot cuntal juices gushed down her moist inner thigh. And all the while she was juicing, Nazir's thick prick was gliding up her tight anus.
Slowly, he eased his cock out of her ass-hole, some of his cum dripping on her bare bottom. Pulling his fingers from her snatch, he looked up at her with a proud and pleased smile.
"I guess that ought to take care of you," he told her.
This bothered Natalie. She wasn't sure what
Nazir meant by that statement, and as she got to her feet she asked him about it.
"You wanted to be fucked like that," he smiled proudly, going over to his large bed and stretching out naked.
"You did force me," she reminded him.
Natalie didn't hesitate to pour herself a drink. She wasn't accustomed to any man talking to her like this and she was troubled.
"You'll get used to our customs," Nazir insisted, "as you travel around the world you will find we all have our different ways of enjoying sex if you know what I mean."
"I'm finding out," she informed him, "and fast!"
Natalie didn't have much more to say to him, but Nazir was curious about her sexual history and didn't hesitate to ask her quite a few questions concerning what she had been doing.
"How many men have you had on this trip?"
"Why do you ask?" she demanded.
"It excites my imagination to have a gorgeous girl talk about the men who have screwed her," he explained.
Natalie didn't hesitate to tell him what she thought of him.
"I hate to say this," she said bluntly, "but I think you are sick on the subject of sex."
Nazir was outraged to think she would speak to him like that. Rising dramatically from the bed he stood before her, his limp penis dangling awkwardly between his legs.
"In my country a woman dares not speak to a man like that!" he boomed, his voice becoming vitriolic. "I'm sorry...."
"You should be," he snapped, "I will get you back to the Taj ... get dressed...."
The change that she observed as he vented his rage indicated to her just how little pressure he could take.
She got dressed quietly and it didn't take her long to let him know the feeling was mutual.
"I'm so glad to learn about your customs," she said, "you were kind to take me around the streets of Bombay."
A few moments later he was driving her back to her hotel and he didn't have much to say.
"I'm really sorry if I offended you," he told her. "I ... I became very aroused when I saw you. After all, we don't have many blondes in Bombay."
"You don't need to apologize," Natalie insisted, "you did what you wanted to and I see nothing to apologize about."
After he let her out of his car, she didn't look back. She walked directly past the turbanned doorman into the marble lobby of the Taj Mahal Hotel and went over to the elevators after she'd gone to the reception desk to get the key to her room.
CHAPTER TEN
It was becoming glaringly apparent to Natalie that she could never continue a wild sex life like this for long on her airplane hops around the world. She would have to develop the kind of cool whereby she could sort out the males she was meeting. Otherwise, she could see what would happen shortly. She would become lost in a mire of sexual misadventures and she couldn't let this happen.
The next stop after Bombay was Hong Kong. She had heard so much about the beautiful city of Hong Kong that she looked forward to seeing the spectacular harbor view from atop a mountain peak.
The very next day she was at the Bombay airport bright and early to prepare for the next flight.
Going through customs was always a bore but it didn't take her long this day as she managed to open her luggage quickly for the inspectors to check everything out. When she got on the plane, she went to work immediately, seeing to it that the drinks, and hot food containers were all in good order for the flight.
The time sped by swiftly. There was one stop at the Bangkok airport and then she was there. She was excited and pleased over the fact Hong Kong lived up to her dreams. But it had been a very long hop and she was completely exhausted.
Once they had gone through customs, Natalie checked into the Hong Kong Bay Hotel. It was right on the bay and the huge window in her large bedroom afforded a fantastic view of the lights in the bay. She was certain that by daylight it would be a superb view and she could hardly wait for daylight. But now she was exhausted and needed the rest. And she needed it badly.
Natalie was grateful she had a three day layover in Hong Kong and took a harbor cruise boat so she could go to Repulse Beach. She had heard so much about this famous beach she was eager to see it for herself. It turned out to be a very beautiful beach in a superb setting. She enjoyed the veranda at the Repulse Beach Hotel. Here she got into talking to a young diamond merchant by the name of Anthony Liu.
"But you don't need to call me Anthony," the pleasant looking Chinese man informed her, "call me Tony."
"Alright, Tony," Natalie smiled, "I've fallen in love with Hong Kong. I wouldn't mind living here in one of those fabulous mountainside apartments with a great bay view."
Tony smiled appreciatively, "It always makes me very happy when I find someone who appreciates the beauty of our fair city."
"I do," she smiled.
"Then you must permit me the honor of showing you our most elegant spots in Hong Kong tonight. May I have the honor of taking you to dinner. I will show you where we have the best Cantonese food in the world."
"Oh, Tony, I barely know you," she laughed. "I appreciate your generous offer ... but ... "
Tony Liu looked so disappointed by her response that she had to take back every word she was saying.
"Alright, Tony," she finally shrugged, "if it means that much to you I guess I could join you for dinner but that is all ... I mean, I don't know the customs of your country and I don't want to mislead you if you know what I'm talking about."
Tony responded innocently, his eyes widening in wonder.
"Dinner ... that is all ... I ask no more than the pleasure of your company at dinner. Is there something wrong?"
Natalie felt as though she had become much too suspicious. She regretted the fact she was so suspicious that she almost overturned a chance to meet a successful Hong Kong Chinese businessman. Certainly, Tony represented dignity, success and good manners.
"Come along," a woman told Natalie, noticing she was lingering over her drink at the veranda overlooking Repulse Harbor, "the ship is ready ... everyone is on board but you...."
Natalie blushed. She felt foolish, having kept anyone waiting while she struck up an acquaintance with a new person.
"Alright," she smiled, "I'm sorry ... Tony I must go. But if you want to meet me for dinner tonight around seven at the Hong Kong Bay Hotel ... that will be alright ... "
"Natalie...." Tony called after her, "I still don't know your last name ... what is it?"
"Natalie Winthrop," she replied.
At Seven that night, Tony Liu was at the front reception desk of the Hong Kong Bay Hotel. He asked for the room number of Natalie and the reception clerk told him to pick up the house phone and call her. Tony phoned her that way, and Natalie wasted no time in meeting him in the lobby. She was grateful she'd brought along a shimmery blue formal that went with her blonde hair magnificently.
Tony Liu was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and black tie. He looked very formal and dignified.
"You look lovely tonight," he smiled at Natalie, and this pleased her.
"Why thank you," she told him, "and I must compliment you on your suit. So many American men are casual. It's fun to find someone who appreciates good clothes."
"Hong Kong is famous the world over for its suits," he smiled, "so maybe you should thank the Hong Kong tailors, not me."
Natalie laughed as she followed him out to the curb where his shiny black Mercedes was parked and waiting for them.
"Tonight we'll go to the Mandarin Tower dining room," he smiled enthusiastically, "they have such a fantastic view from there and the food is Cantonese. Some say it's the world's finest!"
The idea of going to the Mandarin pleased Natalie. She had read about this famous hotel, and even remembered Liz Taylor and Richard Burton enjoyed the superb food here.
That night they dined on Walnut Chow Mein, and other Cantonese gourmet delights. After dinner, they went for a ride and Tony was about to take her back to her hotel when she asked him where he lived.
Pointing toward a high-rise apartment building, perched high on a Hong Kong mountainside, Natalie couldn't help but marvel.
"Oh, Tony ... what a view you've got from up there...."
"It is nice, Natalie," he smiled, "would you like to see it?"
For a second Natalie hesitated.
"Of course I would but I wouldn't want you getting any wrong ideas about me...."
Turning, Tony Liu looked at the blonde young American stewardess. The hotness he felt building up in his loins, he concealed by his casual, cool reply.
"Why, Natalie," he shook his head, putting on the act, "I don't know what you're talking about!"
"Oh, yes you do," she said, "most men expect a girl will go to bed with them if they agree to go up to their apartment."
"I'm afraid your customs are different from our Chinese customs," Tony said, turning the car around.
"Why are you turning around?" she asked curiously.
"I was driving in the direction of my apartment," he explained, "and I didn't think you would like that!"
She looked at him and smiled.
"Forgive me for being so suspicious. This is my first time around the world you see. I haven't had the opportunity to become acquainted with Chinese customs yet."
"Then you must become acquainted now," Tony insisted. "We have many beautiful customs. Many interesting ways of looking at life!"
"Please, Tony, I want to see your apartment."
"Alright," he said agreeably, pleased he had made his point effectively as he turned around and headed back up the mountainside road he was taking before. They finally drove into the underground garage and Natalie couldn't help marvel at the many automobiles parked in tiers.
"What a lot of cars," she commented.
They took the elevator to the apartment where Tony Liu resided. When he opened the door to his posh apartment, she let out a small squeal of delight.
"Oh, Tony ... what a magnificent view!"
Natalie almost ran over to the huge picture window which fronted the bay. She was eager to see the sparkling lights down below, the beautiful houses and apartments that dotted the dark mountainside, and then her attention was called to the lights of the ships and boats in the harbor.
"I've never seen anything like it," she said in awe as Tony Liu turned some soft music on for her.
Coming up behind her now as she stood at the huge picture window he gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
"You are a very beautiful girl," he told her, "very beautiful!" It pleased her to hear him say this, and for once she didn't feel fear. Tony was so gentle, so refined, she didn't think of him in the same way she had some of her other lovers around the world.
"When I was a little girl," she said quietly, "I saw a technicolor movie about Hong Kong. I believe Jerry Lewis acted in it. I loved the lights of the city ... but when I see it for myself I realize the movie wasn't able to capture the half of it."
And then she felt Tony Liu's body pressing close to her.
"Natalie I find you the most beautiful sight in the world. I stand in awe of your beauty."
The young Hong Kong diamond merchant was prepared to tempt her and he didn't hesitate to lay it on thick.
"May I give you a small token of my esteem," he said in a most refined and cultured manner as he turned around and went to his desk which stood over near the white marble fireplace at the far side of the lush living room. Pulling out the right hand desk drawer, he brought out a small box. And then he went back to the window where Natalie still stood, frozen by the beauty of the spectacular sight of Hong Kong Harbor at night.
"This is for you," Tony Liu smiled at the blonde stewardess. Glancing at his hands where he was holding the box out to her, Natalie looked at him in delight.
"More ... oh, Tony ... this view is enough to last me a lifetime."
"You've made me so happy tonight," he smiled, "I want to give you something to remember me by."
Timidly, Natalie opened the small golden box, and then she let out a howl of delight.
"A diamond butterfly," she gasped in amazement, "how gorgeous!" It was apparent to Tony how impressed she was with the diamond butterfly and this pleased him enormously.
"I thought you'd like this," he smiled, "the beauty of the butterfly is captured in dazzling diamonds. But it can never compare to the beauty you possess!"
Natalie couldn't stand it any longer. Tony had been so kind and thoughtful she knew he richly deserved a reward. She lovingly wrapped her arms around him, embracing him, and kissing him finally full on the lips. Tony wasn't surprised. This was a regular routine for him. He had succeeded in making the diamond butterfly work wonders on women.
He didn't hesitate to press his lips back against hers. And then he went a step further. He let his tongue slip along her lips. Finally, he pumped his tongue inside her mouth. They enjoyed their love duet.
"Oh, Natalie if I could just see you naked in all your splendor ... just the sight of you would be enough...."
Natalie felt she understood Tony Liu. He was a refined, sensitive man who appreciated beauty. This was evidenced by the spectacular beauty of the diamond butterfly he had just gifted her with. She could understand how just the sight of her naked body would be enough to trigger erotic excitement in his body.
"Oh, Tony, if you want to see my body so badly ... I guess ... I guess there wouldn't be anything wrong!"
Even while she was mouthing the words, she felt guilty. She knew very well the sight of her naked body could inflame the passions of the horny Chinese diamonds merchant. But he had been so kind, so thoughtful and considerate of her, she hated to refuse him anything.
"Alright ... I could strip ... but it would have to end there. I'm not that kind of woman, Tony," she smiled.
Reassuringly, Tony pressed his lips lovingly on her forehead. "Of course you're not," he smiled.
As she turned away from the window, Tony pulled the drapes behind her. He had made his point and he was eager to enjoy her body now.
She slipped out of her clothes swiftly, and Tony watched as she did so. When she was totally nude, he dropped to his knees in a worshipful manner that stunned her.
"What are you doing?" she asked awkwardly.
Her eyes looked down upon the kneeling Chinese man. Slowly, Tony Liu raised his head, his eyes sweeping past her hair-fringed fissure, up past her jutting breasts with distended nipples and to her adoring blue eyes, which failed to conceal their amazement at his posture.
"I worship beauty," he explained, clutching her bare naked thighs in a tight embrace.
"Control yourself, Mr. Liu," she shook her head nervously.
"You can call me Tony," he smiled, letting his lips slide along her cuntal lips. And then he let his tongue flip inside her.
With a grand display of innocence, the young woman pulled away from the Chinese diamond merchant's thrusting tongue.
"What are you doing, Mr. Liu ... control yourself!"
Looking up at her sheepishly, he apologized.
"Usually I can worship from afar," he smiled, "but tonight under the spell of your cunt I got carried away."
"Mr. Liu ... you could at least call my vagina a pussy," she complained, "cunt isn't a Chinese word!"
"That's what you think," he smiled, "we have many American tourists. It is easy to pick up American slang."
"A lady refers to her sexual organ as a pussy!"
"A hot pink pussy?" he teased, trying to convince her to have sex with him.
Natalie could see that by accepting the dazzling diamond butterfly she had opened the floodgates. Now, he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had sex with her.
This puzzled, perplexed and tortured her to the point where she suggested, "suppose I give you the diamond butterfly back and put my clothes on."
"I would never force you to do anything contrary to your desires," Mr. Liu smiled weakly up at her.
As she saw the disappointment flash across his face, she felt sad and guilty. There was no other way now to respond.
"Alright, if it means so much I guess I can let you ... do what you want to do...."
The trim young diamond merchant got to his feet and began undressing. The thought of returning the butterfly usually succeeded in getting girls to shed their morals, and succumb to his passionate desires.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Natalie slipped over to the bed and waited for the handsome young diamond merchant to join her.
"Be my guest! Please, be my guest!" he smiled as she started looking at the large swelling under his fly. "It looks like you have a little animal living in your shorts."
"Pet it," he smiled, "Go ahead and feel of it."
At this point, Tony got on the bed with her. He lay back and smiled up at her. "You can take the little animal out of its nest. They tell me this animal-likes fresh air."
Even though his cock was anxious to jump to freedom, Tony found it much more stimulating and arousing to play the game this way.
Natalie reached down to his crotch and let her hand gently slide over his bulging shorts. .
"Go ahead," he told her, "pull it out ... play with it!"
Slowly, she slid down Tony's shorts. It wasn't long until she pulled his rigid manhood from his confining cotton shorts. Soon, she was letting her hand stroke up and down on his throbbing long penis.
"Doesn't it look good to you?" Tony smiled excitedly, "I want to see you suck on my cock! Go ahead and suck on me!"
When Natalie saw how large it was she could hardly wait to let her mouth slip over the entire length of his cock. It didn't take her long before she was letting her pink tongue tip slip over the head of his meaty cock. And then she was soon permitting Tony to plunge the whole thing in her mouth and let her suck.
"You know how to suck my cock," he told her, a smile sweeping across his face. "Just keep sucking on me!"
Tony could feel her perfect white teeth bite into the skin of his cock. He felt it when she closed her jaws around the ridge, just under the thick cap of his penis.
"Suck me, suck me," he panted, reaching out and holding her head down on his throbbing manhood. He could hardly wait to send his thick stream of creamy white cum into the girl's mouth. He was anxious to fill her face with his thick sperm.
"Ohhh, yess, yesss," he panted, "keep licking me
... suck it off! Suck my cock off!"
Having Tony's thick prick in her mouth had begun to please her. She could agitate his swelling balls with one hand, while she held his firm, thrusting cock with the other, restraining him so he wouldn't slide it so far down her throat she would choke on his prick.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yess, yesss, suck on me," he begged, "that's the way ... and I want you to swallow it!"
Natalie had his whole fucking penis in her mouth. She liked the tangy taste of his cum that was about to explode in her mouth.
"Ohhh, ahhh, come on ... suck ... suck my prick," he begged eagerly. At this point Tony reached out and gripped her head, shoving her down over his meaty cockhead. "I want you to eat me," he begged, "ohhh, baby, suck on it ... that's how it's done ... up and down ... just like that!"
Her fingertips played with his balls, and all the while she went on sucking on his manhood, determined to bring him off.
Natalie had plenty of practice at cocksucking now. She had developed a lot of style on cock-eating and was proud of her achievement.
"That's how you do it," he panted, "keep it up!"
He wanted to make sure that when he did explode she would catch his full load in her mouth and keep sucking.
"I never knew you could suck like this," he gasped, feeling her tongue lightly slip into the tip of his cock. He loved having her between his thighs. Her hot lips clasped his throbbing penis tightly now, and tears of pleasure filled Natalie's eyes.
It bothered her. She was enjoying it much too much. She was surprised that she could ever thrill to having his prick in her mouth like she was now. The promise of a mouthful of white, creamy cum excited her.
He was about ready to explode now. Her lips held him fast. She was anxious to catch every delicious drop of his tasty fluid.
Slowly her lip grip covered the entire head of his throbbing penis. Her abrasive tongue slid its way around the conical surface of his cockhead. She held his cock still with her hand. And then she went up and down on his throbbing rod with newfound determination and zest.
"Oh, yeah ... suck it good. Milk it!" Tony moaned. His head was tossing back and forth. He was trying to hold back. He wanted to make it last. But he was nevertheless uncertain as to how long he could keep his sperm from splashing down her throat. The white sperm in his balls was boiling hot and heavy, ready with the slightest provocation to erupt in her mouth.
His hips began rocking in time to her sucking. And how Natalie sucked on Tony's huge meaty erection. It was almost as if she'd been transformed into a milking machine. She was anxious for her feeding, eager to feel his hot come shoot down her throat. And Tony well knew that when he finally did shoot his load he was going to really cum--flooding her face, sending hot jets of delicious cum rushing down her willing throat. He grasped her head, shoving her farther down over his huge prick.
"Eat me ... eat my cock," he demanded, "that's the way ... suck on my prick ... suck me off ... ohhhh, ahhh, suck ... suck my prick off!"
Tony's fucking rhythm had built slowly. But as Natalie's hot mouth energetically sped up and down his thick shaft, he began pumping it to her fast. "Ohhh, ahhh, suck ... suck my prick, suck it off! "he demanded. "That's how Natalie ... you're a good cockeater!"
Up and down, up and down Natalie's head bobbed. Her lips kept a steady seal on the surface of his penis. Her tongue flicked at the cock-skin until his rich whipped cream almost shot into her waiting and willing mouth.
"I ... I can't stand it," Tony grunted, thrusting his entire slippery cock down the young girl's throat. "Ohhh, ahhh, I'm cuming ... I'm cuming. Eat me ... eat my cock! Suck it off!"
His hips continued pumping, as he shot her his wad.
"Eat it ... eat it ... suck off!"
His head jerked from side to side as she sucked the cream out of his cock. With skill and delight Natalie swallowed all of the thick spurting sperm that shot from his cockhead. It hurtled against the back of her throat almost making her choke for an obscene moment.
Once he'd finished unloading his cum in her mouth, his penis returned to its normal size. Pulling her mouth off him, she let her tongue trail down to his testicles and she licked him there.
"Slip your tongue back and forth around my ass-crack," Tony smiled. He raised himself up, propping his ass-cheeks up on a pillow as she bent over and let her slippery tongue slide back and forth around his buttocks. Finally, she pumped her tongue up Tony's ass-hole, arousing and stimulating him by so doing.
It excited him to see her jiggling tits. And then he felt her tongue invading his tight rectum, and he closed his eyes in erotic ecstasy at this special sensation.
"Ahhh, ohhh, yess, yesss," he blurted, "eat my ass!"
For a brief second, she kept her tongue plunging up Tony's tight ass-hole until he'd become so aroused he was trembling.
When she caught sight of Tony's cock getting hard again, she was once more aroused. Moving forward she pressed her bosom against his throbbing long penis. And then she let his huge cock slip between her soft breast flesh. She massaged his cock in this manner until he had a huge hard on.
"Move up," Tony smiled, "let me lick your tits."
Moving forward, she Swung her bosoms back and forth across his face. He let his tongue lash out and lick her here. She was becoming more turned on and aroused by the moment.
"Oh, yes ... yes, "he moaned, enjoying this sensation enormously.
But what the sexually obsessed stewardess really wanted now was for Tony's tongue to slide into her cunt. She moved forward and finally let her hips rest on his shoulders as she shoved her juicy cunt in his mouth.
"Suck on me ... suck my pussy!"
He looked up at her hair-fringed fissure. Putting her thumbs on her cuntal lips, she parted them, displaying her moist pink pussy. Her tongue flipped along her juicy cunt as his eyes closed in awe. The taste of the blonde young American stewardess's fresh young cunt caused his tongue to sweep inside her in a savage sexual ritual.
"Eat me ... ohhh, ahhh, suck me ... lick my cunt," she cried out anxiously. It was all she could do to control herself. She loved the erotic sensation of his tongue flipping down there.
Natalie whimpered as he sucked voraciously on her cunt. Emitting passionate sounds, she gasped for air while he sucked hungrily on her torrid pink wet twat. The flesh parted, as he let his stiffened tongue surge inside her, on a journey to an orgasm.
"Eat me," she gasped, "eat my cunt! Suck me ... suck my pussy!" The lurid animalish frenzy with which the dignified young diamond dealer went at her cunt was such a contrast to his normally composed state.
And then he shoved his middle finger up her tight anal passage.
"Eat me ... eat me," she groaned. "Ohhh, ahhh, yess ... yessss!"
Her firm, young blonde hips rocked from side to side in an erotic dance of delight as he hungrily kept his thick lips pressed against her parted pussy lips.
The pungent scent of her cunt goaded him on.
Using his tongue effectively he flipped it back and forth across her erect clitoris. And she was so aroused by now, she trembled all over.
"Eat my juicy cunt," she cried passionately, "lick it lover! Suck on me ... that's how you eat pussy!"
The erotic words came tumbling out of her mouth as his tongue had her so completely turned-on. The finger flipping up her ass-hole had her equally stimulated. That finger in her ass-hole, seemed to guide her cunt pressing on Tony's willing mouth.
Her sizzling cunt was starting to drip juices. The lewd display of erotic desire had her cunt dripping. Tony anxiously lapped her up. He couldn't seem to get enough of her.
And then she gushed in his mouth and he sucked her in, enjoying the delicious taste of her twat. Pulling his finger from her cheeky buttocks, he gripped them in his full hands and imagined what a pleasure it would be to ram his rigid prick up her tight ass-hole.
"I want to fuck you," he smiled at her, "and fuck you good!"
"Ohhh, not there," the blonde stewardess protested. "Tony you'd kill me with that cock of yours riding up my ass-hole."
Crude words were flowing freely from her mouth now and she couldn't believe the sound of her own voice, using such lurid words. Yet they were the only words that seemed to fit perfectly the circumstances of what was happening.
"I would be gentle," he assured her. But Natalie still wasn't quite so sure. "I ... I think you could use my ... my pussy!
"Of course I could slip it in your cunt," Tony grinned assuredly as he prepared to invade her behind. Reaching over, he slowly opened a nightstand and pulled out a container of some clear, slippery substance.
"You won't even feel it," he smiled, "when I use this on my cock!"
Applying a thick, coating of the lubrication to his penile shaft, he asked her to pull on it, and add some more lubrication.
"Make it a good lube job," he told her.
Immediately, she decided it might be fun to pull on Tony's slick cock. Adding some lubrication to his shaft she began pumping up and down on his throbbing penis. Soon, his huge cock was ready to be inserted in her rectum. But fear surfaced once more and she looked at him nervously.
"I ... I don't think I can go through with it," she told him.
"Of course you can," he insisted.
Reluctantly, she positioned herself, getting on her hands and knees. She felt him behind her, clasping her round ass cheeks. Soon, he was sliding his huge prick up her ass-hole, driving in with a forceful jab.
"Up your ass-hole," he grunted, sending his thick skewering prick right up her butt. Being screwed in this forbidden place by his wicked prick did frighten her. She felt him surge right up to her tight, puckered anus ring. And then he paused momentarily.
"Relax," he insisted, "you'll like it once I get it shoved up your ass-hole!"
Clasping her bare buttocks, he slowly eased forward, and then she felt the tip of his cock driving past the tight anus. The huge cock surged deeper in her ass-hole, as he pistoned into her behind.
"Ohhh, that feels fantastic!" he exclaimed excitedly, "grab it with your ass, Natalie ... tighter ... grip my prick in your butt, baby and fuck up a storm."
She could see how much Tony enjoyed sodomizing her ass-hole, as he continued stabbing up her behind with vigor and force
"Fuck," he commanded, "that's the way ... fuck ... fuck fast!"
Deeper, ever deeper he kept penetrating her ass-hole.
She felt Tony's balls slap lewdly against her ass-cheeks as he continued raving her rectum. And then she came alive. She loved the erotic sensation of having his prick riding up her behind.
"Stick it in me, shove your prick up my ass-hole," she begged, rolling her hips back and forth in a strange kind of savage sexual ecstasy. Tony became so excited he was prompted to pat her buttocks until they hurt as he became rough and slapped her lewdly.
"Ohhhh, ahhh, I'm almost there ... this is the way I like it best of all ... nice and tight!"
The rubbery grip of her rectum pulled on his penis. He was so excited now he could hardly stand it.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried frantically.
"Ohh, ahhh, yess ... I want it ... every fucking inch ... stick it in me, Tony!"
The Chinese man was pleased. He'd brought the young American girl around full-circle. At first she hadn't wanted it at all. Now she was begging for it ... she couldn't get enough of his cock and he was filled with burning lust to satisfy her.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss. Grind your ass!"
Sadistically, Tony's hugeness invaded her ass-hole in sodomistic ravishment. He couldn't get enough of her. The depravity of the act seemed to arouse his passions, inflame his desires, excite his imagination and cause the sperm in his balls to boil with lusty, carnal craving.
"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck meeeee!"
"It'll be a pleasure," the Chinese sodomist grunted, rutting up the young blonde girl's tortured ass-hole all the way. Reaching underneath her, Tony fingered her cunt. He let his fingers slide behind the downy curls of her crotch. And then he let his fingers slide to her erect clit. She loved this arousing sensation in her pussy, and responded with churning hip movements, which added a fiery dimension to his fuck.
"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried passionately. "Ahhh, ohhh, yess, yess!"
The thrilling sensation of having his huge prick stabbing up her ass-hole, his bloated balls slapping against her bare buttocks, while his finger played inside her throbbing cunt, carried her right to the brink of climax.
"Yes, Tony ... yes," she gasped, "I ... I want it
ALL!"
His penis drove in the tight ass-hole, still deeper as he brought himself still closer to climax.
"That's how you do it," he gasped, "just like that! Fuck ... fuck it!"
With erotic urgency, he stabbed in her twisting ass-hole and then it happened. His hot surges of cum splashed up her rectum.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, I'm cummmmming," Tony blurted excitedly as the hot white jets of cum sprayed up her ass-hole. Just keep fucking!" The wild thrills that chased through her body now had her completely turned on. She responded by letting her ass-muscles seize his sliding stabbing prick and squeeze. More sperm spurted up her ass-hole, providing a slick ride for Tony's sliding shaft.
"Ahhhh, ohhhh, yess ... yesss ... just like that!" he moaned in a passion filled moment of erotic frenzy.
The delicious depths of her slick ass-hole had provided the perfect place for him to shoot his wad, and she knew how much he enjoyed it. At the same time, Tony's fingers were working gingerly inside her cunt.
"Get me off," she begged, as she felt herself nearing climax.
It didn't take Tony long to bring the hot young stewardess to a gushing climax. A few more finger stabs in her cunt and he heard her crying out in a lustful moment of erotic frenzy.
"Ohhh, ahhhhh, yesssss, yesssss!" and her head rolled from side to side as she came. Tony promptly pulled his prick from her behind. And then she rolled over, spreading her legs for him.
The black-haired Chinese businessman got down between her nakedly splayed legs to take full advantage of his position He sucked on her cunt until she whimpered. The raging genital heat in her loins got her so aroused, she was juicing again. His turgid tongue continued stabbing in her pussy as he ate her. The taste of her cuntal juices prompted Tony to lift her leg up and lick down her inner thigh hungrily--
CHAPTER TWELVE
As Tony finished lapping up the cunt juices on Natalie's inner thighs, her body writhed and twisted so much he had difficulty sliding his tongue down her leg.
"Enough," she smiled down at him as he sucked hungrily.
Finally, he pulled his tongue from the pouting lips of her pussy, and licked up to her tits. He massaged one breast while he sucked on the other and then finished by Frenching with her.
Side-glancing at a nearby nightstand clock, Natalie realized she had better call a halt to their love-making.
"I've got an early flight tomorrow," she explained as best she could to the virile Chinese man who was still licking at her breast flesh.
"I ... I must apologize for getting carried away with you," he smiled.
"That's alright," Natalie said nervously, "but all good things must come to an end ... even our wild love-making."
"Unless you'd like to live in Hong Kong," Tony suggested with a wicked wink.
"I ... I can't stay here," she laughed, "I do have a job and one I enjoy."
Tony got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. She joined him in a shower and he derived special pleasure from soaping her down in her most intimate areas. He slipped the soap in her pussy and smiled up at her.
"You enjoy sex so much you should get married," Natalie told him.
"I can't get married," he smiled.
"Why not?" she asked, as they emerged from the shower.
"I am already married," he explained.
That surprised Natalie. She looked at him, dropping the towel, her jaw hanging slack. "You mean you are married ... and you want me!"
Tony picked her towel up for her, tossing it aside and handed her a fresh one.
"Many men who can afford it hire other women," he explained in an almost casual manner. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"Oh, nothing," she shook her head in complete disagreement. "But in my country marriage vows mean something."
"Vows are taken to be broken," the Chinese businessman laughed. They both dressed and then went downstairs in the underground garage to get in the car to drive back to her hotel. Once they had parted, she realized this adventure marked the first time she had accepted anything in exchange for sex. The diamond butterfly was indeed beautiful, though small, yet it made her feel like a whore. At least she had done it for a diamond butterfly she thought to herself, and some women will do it for nothing.
And then it dawned on her that there were a few women who probably did it for love, with no strings attached, no gifts, no consideration but their emotions at the moment sex rears its ugly head.
She hastily undressed and went to bed. The next day would be exciting. She would be arriving in the tropical paradise of Hawaii, and she could hardly wait for that moment.
Right now, she had so many things that were concerning her mind. She dare not think of anything but her work. It was a long, long flight from Hong Kong to Honolulu. There would be plenty of time to think about other things later. And there would be one fuel stop briefly in Guam. She looked forward to seeing Guam as she'd heard so much about it.
During the few free moments she did have a new stewardess she'd just met in Hong Kong told her about the intrigue that was going on in the cockpit of the airplane.
"Captain Mason wants me to come into the cabin but I wouldn't dare," Debbie declared.
"Why not?" Natalie asked innocently.
"Apparently you don't know Captain Mason like I do," she laughed.
Just then a passenger interrupted their conversation and Debbie couldn't tell her more until two hours later as the plane was approaching Guam for the fuel stop.
"Tell me," Natalie insisted, "I find Captain Mason fascinating. Is he a lecherous kind of man?"
"That's not the word for it," Debbie laughed, "he's a real sex maniac. He want me to make it with him while his co-pilot watches."
Natalie almost choked on the coke she was drinking. It seemed as if everywhere she went she was running into people who had lost their moral values and it bothered her.
"That's disgusting," she declared. "You could call that an orgy!"
"That is what they'd like," she told her frankly.
Later during the flight, the young Captain Mason told Natalie he wanted to see her in the cockpit.
"Later," she told him, trying to busy herself with tidying up the area where the lunches and dinners are stored. But the Captain wouldn't be put off. "It's an emergency, young lady," he said sternly. "And I am the Captain of the plane ... remember that!"
"Yes, Captain," Natalie nodded. Following him into the cockpit, he asked her some disturbing questions.
"I hope Debbie hasn't been spreading lies about me," he began, "what did she tell you about me."
"Nothing," she answered, "Nothing at all!"
When she got into the cockpit, she was pleased to see the other young Captain who was there, watching the controls carefully.
"Captain Turner ... meet the beautiful Natalie Winthrop who is new on the around the world flight."
Young, blonde Natalie smiled at the olive-skinned, muscular young Captain Turner who told her, "relax honey ... we have a couple of hours of smooth sailing."
And then Captain Mason surprised her with an obscene suggestion.
"Just think Natalie we could have an orgy in the cockpit if you want to enjoy yourself."
Natalie shivered as he became so bold.
"How dare you talk to me like that!"
"Your Chinese lover in Hong Kong told me you liked his diamond butterfly ... get off it, Natalie, you're no virgin."
Once Natalie was made aware of the fact the Captain knew she had traded a wild night of sex with the Hong Kong diamond merchant in exchange for a tiny diamond butterfly, she felt guilty.
"Why don't you bend over?" Captain Mason suggested, "I'd like to sodomize you. Tony told me you've got a night tight ass-hole."
The crude, abrasive talk upset Natalie. Yet there was another side to her personality that didn't want to be put down by the demanding young Captain.
"Maybe I'm a wild, raving sex maniac," Natalie smirked, "perhaps I'm more woman than you can handle."
"That's alright," the young Captain smiled, "you can give Turner a cocksuck while I screw your ass-hole."
Natalie was hardly prepared for such an indecent suggestion, but to her complete amazement, Captain Mason was locking the cockpit door and the smiling young Captain Turner was slowly unzipping his fly.
"You're not kidding," she exclaimed in amazement, "you are going to ... to fuck me while...."
"Don't worry, it's been done before," Captain Mason smiled as he pulled down his pants, and shorts revealing his huge cock. He stroked his penis a couple of times and told Natalie to prime it with her mouth.
"Get on your knees and suck on it first and then I'll fuck you with it!"
Turner was pulling out his throbbing cock, revealing a huge hard-on. "When you finish blowing him, you can suck on me," he smiled.
Natalie was fascinated by the prospect of having two men at the same time. She knew it would be an exciting erotic experience. Yet, there was a hesitation she felt. This was going too far. She couldn't deny all of the things she had learned as a young girl in an instant of passionate desire and be instantly transformed into a wanton woman.
"Pull on it," Captain Mason smiled confidently, reaching for her hand and placing it on his hugeness.
The moment she felt her hand gripping his throbbing cock, she wanted to have him place it in her mouth. Stroking it a couple of times she saw it get larger.
"On your knees cockeater," he smiled, certain she would obey his command.
She got on her knees, and pulled his throbbing long cock to her mouth and suddenly began sucking. Her cheeks in as she built up a suction in her mouth. It did feel good to hold his throbbing long penis in her mouth and slowly, silently sucking on him.
"Play with the balls," Captain Mason told the young blonde stewardess. Natalie's fingers reached for his lust-bloated balls. She gently massaged them for the horny Captain. At the same time she could see out of the corner of her eye that the other young man was pulling on his huge cock. He winked at her as she watched him.
"Don't suck it off," Captain Mason insisted, "just wet it and get it slick so I can stick it up your ass-hole. You can suck Captain Turner's prick off while I sodomize your ass-hole."
It was strange how casually Captain Mason could speak of the most depraved sexual acts, making them sound decent.
At the moment Captain Mason felt he was going to get his rocks off, he forcefully shoved Natalie from his throbbing penis.
"Get off my cock, "he demanded, "and bend over!"
Sliding her mouth from his penis, she did as she was instructed. She bent over, and finally was in a position where Captain Mason could sodomize her. Even though the idea seemed terrifying, she knew she must follow through. Her skirt was flipped up, and her sheer white nylon panties pulled down. The horny young Captain let his hands slide over her smooth, round ass-cheeks. And then, he parted her buttocks, as he prepared to invade her ass-hole with his throbbing long cock.
She felt his slick, wet cock sliding forward. With a hard, driving cockstab, he plunged up her tight rectum. At first, she felt as though she was coming apart at the seams. The terrible torture of having all of Mason's manmeat sliding up her tight ass-hole was not easy to endure.
"Relax," he insisted, "and enjoy it!"
The idea of enjoying anything quite this wild made her angry. She hated what was happening, but she had no will to resist when she finally felt his thrusting, forceful stabs building in tempo.
"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck ... fuck it," the smiling young Captain demanded, as he revved up his balls and plunged his prick up her ass-hole with all his force and might. "That's the way I want it," he gasped, "just like that! fuck me ... fuck me!"
By shoving back to meet his plunging penis stabs, she could see it was producing waves of erotic pleasure in his entire body. He was trembling with passionate feeling as he fucked her intensely.
The co-pilot, Captain Turner reached for her head, and fitted his manmeat in her mouth.
"Suck on this for awhile," he told her, "that's the way ... just suck on it ... suck ... suck ... suck it off!"
"You're the meat in the middle of our sex sandwich, "Captain Mason laughed, as he continued thrusting into her tight, tortured ass-hole, his huge, lusty balls slapping on her bare behind.
"Ohhh, ahhh, yess ... yesss ... fuck ... fuck it off!" he grunted, rutting deeper in her ass-hole with every penetrating thrust of his penis. She was enjoying it more now.
It was strange how this connection, having the young Captain's virile, hard cock sliding up her ass-hole aroused her. She couldn't get enough of him. She enjoyed the lewd, deep-driving cockstabs, the erotic sound of his sweaty, bloated balls banging on her buttocks.
At the same time, Captain Turner was enjoying getting his cock sucked. She let her tongue slide over the tip of his male member, dipping slightly into the small slit at the crown of his cock.
"Yess ... yesss, cocksucker, suck ... suck my prick ... oh, Natalie, baby, can you ever suck cock!"
The young Captain let his head rotate from side to side, as he closed his eyes, and she sucked smoothly on his hugeness. It did feel good to have him jabbing it in her mouth, his trusty balls bouncing on her chin.
Captain Mason suggested their cocks explode in her at the same time.
"That would make it twice as exciting," he told her. "I'm almost there ... Tell me Turner when you are ready to get your cock off in her mouth. She'd enjoy it more if we could make it together ... you shooting her a good load of sperm in her mouth, and I'd shoot my wad up her ass-hole."
The whole idea of getting off at the same instant excited Natalie. She was eager to see if they could make it at the same instant.
When Captain Turner couldn't hold back any longer he didn't hesitate to let her know he was there.
"Ohhh, ahhh, suck ... suck my prick," he panted, "I ... I'm cummmming ... Captain Turner held her head down on his cock. He watched as she ate his thick creamy cum, lapping it up like an animal. And a second later, Captain Mason felt his tingling balls ready to unload in her ass-hole.
"I'm cummming," he gasped in sexual ecstasy, "Ohhh, ahhh, yess, yesss! Fuck it ... fuck ... keep grabbing my pecker with your ass-hole, honey!"
The blonde young stewardess accommodated the Captain's request. She kept her ass muscles seizing his stabbing penis, squeezing the cum out of his cock. Captain Mason's huge cock throbbing in her slick ass-hole was easy sliding now. He pumped it in her butt a couple more times, while she continued sucking on the other young Captain's cock.
Finally, easing her mouth from Captain Turner's penis, she felt the other young Captain withdrawing his hard, throbbing cock from her behind.
Slipping her white nylon panties back on, she threw her skirt back and got to her feet.
"Will that be all?" she said with heavy sarcasm.
"Could always eat your pussy if you wanted me too," Captain Mason smiled, opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue.
Natalie laughed as she told him, "Thanks, but no thanks! I've got to get back to the people on the plane. Time to serve dinner!"
She turned around, and hastily went back to her post to fulfill her various duties as the stewardess.
When she arrived in Honolulu she didn't want to disembark with Captain Mason, but he was right beside her, asking anxiously, "Is this your first trip to Honolulu?"
"Why, yes it is now that you mention it," she told him.
"Remarkable," he told her hastily, "you are so lucky to have me as your personal guide to show you around!"
Captain Mason insisted, "You'll love all the sights I can show you. I know the most remote moonlit beaches where everybody goes around in the buff."
"I'm not a nudist," Natalie insisted as she relented and joined him in his taxi to downtown Honolulu where she was staying at the pink stucco Royal Hawaiian Hotel right on the beach at Waikiki.
All the way into town, Captain Mason was trying to seduce her. "A young girl like you on your own can get into a lot of trouble. That's why I want to help you!"
"Look, Captain," the blonde stewardess shook her head, "you are panting ... why don't you relax and turn-on with some native girl doing a horny hula."
"Not a bad idea," he finally snapped, "some stewardesses I know don't appreciate good sex."
"I'm no virgin," Natalie admitted frankly, "but
I'm no sex freak either. I get the idea you and Captain Turner like to find a girl and try everything. That's not my idea of a good time!"
"You enjoyed being the meat in the middle of our little sex sandwich scene in the cockpit, didn't you?"
This was a question that was very difficult for Natalie to answer. She knew very well just how much she had enjoyed the sex sandwich episode with the two young Captains, and this haunted her. Maybe she could make it on the Vegas hooker circuit in a big way. Her own carnal appetites indicated just how hooked she was on sex.
Finally, she admitted candidly, "yes ... it was fun. But it was also the wrong thing to do. "I know that!"
"How can you be so sure it's wrong to enjoy an orgy?"
She thought about that question a long moment, and then replied, "Sex should be a one on one experience!"
That answer supplied Captain Turner with just the words he needed. He didn't hesitate to tell her, "alright, if that's the way you want to play, let's make it one on one!"
It pleased her to be able to swing him around to her way of thinking. When she found the young Captain wanted to take her out in a sailboat, she agreed. But, she told him, "first I've got to rest up. I'm exhausted from the long flight!"
"And the wild fuck," he smiled. "But if I know you Natalie, you'll be ready to swing again tomorrow night."
"You know you're right," she smiled, as they finally pulled up to the pink stucco hotel right on the beach.
