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This little tale is a work of fiction. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Medi Junior Part One - What Mountains Can We Climb Next?

His fingers tightly gripping the long blonde hair, he forced her face against his crotch. Ignoring her gags, he pushed his brown uncut cock as far down the flight attendant’s throat. And then he was dumping his seed into her mouth. He sighed in contentment as he looked into her adoring blue eyes. Buffy had been a pleasant way to pass the trans-Atlantic flight. Done with her, he pushed her back and zipped up his jeans.

The twenty-something uniformed attendant pressed against him and she got off her knees. The tiny lavoratory was hardly meant for two to occupy, unless the kneeling partner didn’t mind being forced into uncomfortable contortions. When she attempted to kiss him, her breath reeking of cock, he turned his head aside. Slightly hurt, she did her best to straighten her clothes.

Squeezing past her, he opened the door and stepped out into first class. Looking around at the inquisitive faces, he smirked as the OCCUPIED light came back on. He was comfortably back in his set when Buffy, more presentable but still quite flushed, stepped out. This caused more than a little stirring of the confined passengers. Some of them had witnessed all three occurances. He pretty well ignored her as she began working the cabin, getting everyone ready for the landing.

As he stowed his stuff, he reflected on his summer. Paris had been liberating. His return to his native homeland had been stiffling. In Paris he had found the former Marine, now whoring in the Arab Quarter. Alice had been matter of fact about seeing him. He was just one more Arab john to her. Borrowing her from her pimp, he had screwed her until he thought his cock would drop off. DESTINY had turned her into a passionate, demanding container for his seed. And then, after returning her, he made a call. The next day he read about the French police, in concert with the American FBI, arresting an Embassy guard who had been AWOL for a year.

He had found it great fun to work the rest of embassy row, selecting other female embassy guards. He actually cocked five of them, two more Americans, a Brit, a Russian, and even more fun, an Israeli. DESTINY had turned them all from distant dates interested only in the lavish spending of his money, into cum guzzling hunters urgently trying to get his cock into there pussies whenever and where ever they could. As with Alice, they would all wind up dating groups of Arab men when he finished with them.

The trip to the family compound was a strained, one week ordeal, ending only when he needed to return to school. Although his family discretely paraded a number of properly modest Arab girls through the supper table, he wasn’t very interested. They were dull, stupid cows. On his way to the airport, he had to fight to keep his car under the speed limit.

In London, he switched to a US carrier, knowing it would be easier to get into the country if he submitted to the humiliating searches in the UK. After being quarentined, he managed to set near some of the flight attendants. He was able to identify the first class atendants. It took only a little effort to slip some TEMPEST into the pert little blonde’s soda. She drank it down and departed with the rest of the crew to prep the airplane. When the passengers boarded 45 minutes later, he was greeted by Buffy. Even to the unaware, she seemed rather keyed up. To his practiced eye, he knew she was moving beyond hot to trot.

While they were waiting for the cattle to be loaded into the back of the aircraft, Buffy served them all drinks and a snack. Setting on the aisle, he allowed his hand to linger on hers when she handed him his wine. From the quick look in her eye, he knew she had noticed. And later on, as she was making sure the passenger across the aisle was tucked in, he accidently allowed him to brush his arm against her ass. She should have shrugged it off, but she had given him a longer than normal look. And later on, after they were airborne, he waited until the second first-class atttendant was elsewhere to go stand in line for the lavoratory. She was in the kitchenette. Making sure that his actions were out of view of others, he reached over and groped her ass. She had sagged back against his hand before turning to face him. Moving directly to her, he had reached up and squeezed both of her ample breasts at the same time. She had leaned in against him and her hand had reached down and stroked his raging manhood.

He nodded to the lavoratory and disengaged from her. Once inside, he did not latch it. In about 15 seconds she joined him. She was extremely agressive, expecting him to take the more passive role. In the cramped space, he sat on the toilette and she rode him, hard. Only when she had drained him and he was slipping out of her, did she stop. Then she left and he went back to his seat.

Buffy continued to find reasons to work his part of first class. When he needed to go to the lavoratory a second time, she joined him within seconds. This time he convinced her to suck him for a time. She was eager to do it, before once again riding hm. If it had not been for the noises of the aircraft, the passengers would surely have heard her moans of satisfaction.

As they deplanned, she found a reason to ask him to wait just a second as she had something for him. Mostly out of site of the rest of the passengers, she put one of his hands on her breast, no loner wearing the bra she had started with, while her hand stroked his crotch hopefully. He murmured that he needed to get a car at Big Red, and might still be there when she got done.

After baggage, he was standing in line when she was suddenly at his side. Her hands were all over him as he signed for his car. One the bus, she was giving him a hand job to the intense amazement of two business types. In the car, she had his jeans open before they got out of the parking lot. He had trouble driving as she was suddenly down on him, sucking him yet again. Pulling into a convenient parking lot, he barely had time to turn the car off before she was straddling him, exposing her bare pussy to his manhood. Ignoring several people walking by, she urgently rode him again, moaning in pleasure as his man juice sought out her unprotected eggs.

The stupid bitch didn’t even care where they were going. On the other side of the city, in a dubious part of town, he suggested they get a quick bite to eat. When she was using the rest room, he went back out to the car and drove away. He occasionally wondered what ever happened to the sex starved blonde, wearing no underwear, a thin blouse and a short skirt. And her purse was still in the front seat of his car. Some of the black patrons had been eying her while he was still there.

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Once back in school, the wealthy Arab student reacquainted himself with some of his earlier conquests. But the result was predictable. He grew restless, and began to think in earnest of a larger scheme. With that, he called Hernandez again. He gave the PI a list of 15 names, many supplied by his pets. A couple of weeks later Hernandez called him back. In response to the 15 names provided, he was provided information on all of them. Medi passed along an additional 15 names and settled back to review the information he had. After some serious thought, he selected six for further development. Only after he had the data did he bother to look at their names: Krissie Mane, Yvette Nelson, Lindsey Hilts, Diane Sattler, Heather Schneider, and Sasha DiMicelli.