Pilot

Author’s Note: I had wanted to do a CFNM story for a long time.  However, I could not come up with a real world situation that worked.  Fortunately, writers are not restricted to the current reality.  This story line was an attempt to take the gender biases that prevailed in the US and elsewhere up through the 1960’s and reverse them to put males in the disadvantaged social position.  The story then took on a life of its own.  What was expected to be a 10,000 word short story grew into an eleven chapter novella.  Hey, all I can do is write down what the muses tell me to.

Chapter 1

He climbed out of the car into the raw November weather.  He had eschewed his warm accouterments – except for his heated shoes, of course.  It wasn’t that long a walk through the parking lot back to the main entrance of the restaurant where he had deposited his family minutes before.  Gloves and hat were just things to keep track of.  After all, a man should be able handle much longer, colder walks than this in the nude.  Of course, the heated cock ring made things much more bearable where it counted.

Inside the restaurant’s front entrance, his family was ranged around the hostess station.  They looked expectantly at him.  They could be seated now that their party was complete. 

He noted that standard sign on the podium:

Gentlemen – This is a clothing-free establishment.  Please remove all articles of clothing.

That reminded him to strip off those shoes and offer them for checking.  Fortunately, the cock ring counted as jewelry.

His son, Jeremy, had manfully discarded all of his warm appointments before alighting from the car.  He stood comfortably naked beside his mom, his tiny penis giving no hint as to whether it was affected by the cold.  Since he was only eight, mandatory male nudity didn’t apply to him.  But he had been insisting on imitating adult dress behavior since he was five.   He seemed impatient to grow up.  Pilot was very proud of his little man.

Daughter Hillary and her mother had apparently already checked their coats.  The girl had asserted that since this was a dress up occasion, she should be allowed to be bottomless.  Neither parent objected.  Her pussy cleft looked very cute sprinkled with gold, red and green stick-on flecks and set off by her grass-green pixie boots.  Her rust colored long-sleeved top with a green beaded necklace were her own choices.  At ten-and-half she was developing her own sense of style. And sense of everything else, Pilot thought ruefully.  She was proving as strong-minded as her mother.

The raven-haired hostess was probably middle aged.  Nevertheless, her open-cup bustier displayed her bare breasts to good advantage.  Since mammalian display was considered a sign of authority, women in charge of men such as this hostess would naturally tend to expose themselves on the job.

“Nathan will show you to your table.  You’re in the President Anthony Room.” 

The hostess favored them with a perfunctory smile aimed mostly at Stephanie, the presiding woman in their group.  They formed a single file behind a tall young naked man wearing the white dog collar and wrist bands.  The accessories were set off well by their wearer’s dark skin pigmentation.  Like all of the male wait staff in this restaurant, his head was clean-shaven.

Bringing up the rear as their party snaked its way through the waiting diners and then the tables of the dining room, he noted his daughter’s head swiveling back and forth.  Her gaze lingered on all of the bare penises and asses in range.  She was developing quite an interest in all things male.

As they settled into their seats and the menus were distributed, Hillary made scant attempt to be subtle as she glanced repeatedly at Nathan’s cock.  Admittedly, it was an attention-worthy instrument.  She also made a show of turning to watch his retreating ass after he had assured them that their server would be with them shortly.  Pilot thought that she was right on schedule for her first bout of boy-craziness.

“What a cock on that guy!” the girl exclaimed as she leaned toward her mother.  Her wide blue eyes added emphasis.  “I’d give that a10 out of 10.”

His wife, Stephanie, smiled indulgently.

“He probably has that job because his penis looks so good.”

“I’d like to see him hard,” her daughter declared.  “Shouldn’t he be hard?”

“We’re probably just early.  The hostess probably didn’t have time to fluff him up,” her mother opined.  “If you keep watching you might see him hard later.”

Her mother glanced down at her menu as she continued to speak.  Pilot thought she looked great as usual despite the fact that they were celebrating her 35^th birthday.  Her pink top was see-through, allowing a good view of her breasts.  Unlike when he first met her, she was now using unobtrusive support to bolster her mammalian assets – a necessary accommodation with Mother Nature after nearly 12 years of ageing and birthing and breast feeding two babies.

“You’ve developed quite a fascination with cocks recently,” Stephanie observed without looking at her daughter.  “Maybe we should get you some contraception.”

“No danger,” Hillary replied sourly.  “The boys in my class have hard-ons like this.” 

Her mother looked up to see the girl raising a clenched hand with only the pinkie extended.

“You can’t do any damage with that,” her daughter concluded.

“But you’re in middle school now.  You have all that fine 8^th grade manhood available.”

Her mother was obviously baiting her.  Hillary did not distain the invitation.

“As if those guys would be interested in the likes of me,” she huffed.

“Yeah, you haven’t even started growing boobs yet,” Jeremy rejoined.

“I’ll have boobs before you have a dick you can do anything with,” his sister snapped.

“When I do get big, I’ll be so fine that you’re gonna want some.” 

“As if I’m ever going to want to do it with my scrawny brother.”

“Okay, you two,” Pilot intervened sternly.  “Let’s try to make this a pleasant evening.”

Whether because of his injunction or because of the sudden appearance of a member of the wait staff, the children lapsed into silence.  A short, slightly-built, naked Hispanic-looking boy had trundled up unobtrusively and was in the process of filling their water glasses. 

The pause gave their mother a chance to change the direction of the discussion.  Stephanie reached into her husband’s lap and claimed his penis.

“Of course,” she continued conversationally as she deftly slipped his cock ring off and set it beside his dish.  “You live with one of the nicest cocks around.”  She commenced stroking Pilot’s appendage.  The object of her manipulation quickly stood up to acknowledge the attention.  In a few moments the tip of his penis was visible above the table top.  Hillary and Jeremy took silent note of that familiar development before turning back to their menus.

Pilot knew how much she enjoyed putting him on display in public.  Some men might find that demeaning.  He had no problem with it – relished it, more like.  That was why he had made sure his crotch was clean shaven for this occasion. 

He returned her smile as he basked in her sincere admiration for his appointments.  Her eyes were as green as ever, even if her reddish-blonde hair needed chemical enhancement these days.  No matter, he made a point of keeping up his conditioning and stamina for her.  After all, a man had to please his woman, didn’t he?

“Ron” appeared briskly at their table to add his welcome and announce that he would be their server tonight.  He then solicited drink orders.  Hillary checked out his half-hard cock.  When he had recited the specials and retreated, she rated his cock a 6.  Charitably, she reserved the right to upgrade her scoring if he came back fully hard and showed appreciable growth.

His meeting Steph was the best thing that ever happened to him.  He was sure of that.  It occurred when he was at a crossroads in his life.  A high school graduate at the time he was juggling seasonal construction work, a moonlighting job at a health club and community college – none of which seemed to be going anywhere.

One night when he was making his circuit through the nude room on the gym, he saw her.  She was, of course, naked as was required by the rules governing that room, but that was her only point of compliance.  Clinging to one of the stationary weight machines, she was being fucked vigorously by one of the male patrons.  Of course, there wasn’t supposed to be any fucking on the machines because it prevented others from utilizing them.  That’s what gym mats were for.  Too, women patrons rarely came into the nude room.  That was Man Land.  It was the only room men could use since they had to be in the buff at all times.  Exercising here was tough and no-nonsense and the behavior was crude.  The women’s room required more decorous attire and more refined behavior.  Any woman that came into the nude room was declaring herself receptive to physical violation.  This woman had apparently found what she was looking for.

However, it was not her presence in the room or the fact that she was engaged in vigorous sex or the fact she was violating the rules that transfixed Pilot at that moment.  It was how beautiful she looked as she responded to the thrusting of the man’s cock inside her.  It occurred to him that if one image could depict ideal sex, it would be a picture of the scene before him – especially the woman.

With one leg riding on the shoulder of her assailant and the other trailing on the floor, her body was rolled sideways toward Pilot, so that he could observe her hairless pussy lips wiping the reciprocating shaft as it alternately plunged and withdrew.  Her taut breasts bobbed and shimmied with her body’s movements.  Her hands had found grab points over her head and across the front of her body where they strained to keep her on the bench.  But her face …

Eyes closed and head lulling, she emitted high pitched moans in rhythm with her partner’s strokes.  Sweat plastered her hair to her forehead and glistened on her arms, shoulders and those great breasts.  This was a woman in the throes of ultimate passion.  She had abandoned all thought of self or place and given herself over to the pleasure that was invading her body.

Suddenly she stiffened and arched her neck.  With an “oh, oh, oh” she went over.  Her body jerked as though an electric current was passing through it.  Once, twice, thrice and then she sagged.  The man finished her off with a couple of jerky thrusts before he pressed the root of his cock tightly to her pussy and acted out his own climax.  She seemed unaware that she was receiving his seed. 

Even with contraception in place, many women declined to receive the semen of a causal male fuck, requiring the man to withdraw and spill his offering elsewhere.  The majority of Pilot’s experiences had been like that.  Melissa, his first non-familial fuck, had haughtily enjoined him to “make sure” he pulled out before he came.  He nearly succeeded in complying with her wishes.  His ejaculation surprised him, so his first spurt did douse Melissa’s vaginal cavity.  Fortunately, enough of his subsequent production was deposited on her bedding to convince her that he had been obedient. 

The woman’s head drooped and she continued to gasp for a few moments.  Her partner gathered himself and pulled out, staggering back a few steps before regaining his balance.  Chest still heaving, he regarded his victim intently.  His hand crept to his slick, softening shaft as though to take inventory of its remaining serviceability.

Gradually, her breathing slowed and her eyelids flickered.  When they came fully open they were trained directly on Pilot.  That was the first time he beheld those bright green lights.  Although he didn’t recognize it that was also the time he first felt love.

Wordlessly, she stared at him as though unable to comprehend what he was.  Finally, she blinked and bestirred herself, rolling into an open-leg sitting position as her eyes remained locked on him.  She swallowed a couple of times before managing to speak.

“Hi,” she said breathily.  “Nice cock.”

It was then he realized that he was sporting a full erection, apparently the result of the visual stimulation she had provided.

She attempted a small, wan smile.

“I wish I had something left for you.  That’s a fine instrument you’ve got there.”

As she spoke, she straightened up and felt for her hair.  She drew it unnecessarily from around her face. 

“Hey, remember me?” 

Her late fucker seemed piqued at being ignored.  She turned her head to him.

“Oh, yeah, your boner looks familiar,” she replied coolly.  “That was nice.  Thanks.  If I knew your name, I’d mention it to my girl friends.”

He looked as though he was going to respond, but then thought the better of it.  He was smart enough to know that the woman was dismissing him.  Making a scene would just cause him trouble.  Prudently, he waved a dismissing hand and walked away.  The spectators began to disperse.

She noticed none of this as she turned back to Pilot.  Her look was quizzical.

“You saw the show, what’s your review?”

He grasped his cock and pumped it once for emphasis.

“You’re beautiful when you fuck.”

What surprised him about that remark was that in was exactly how he felt.  He’d made a life practice of being careful what he said to a woman, weighing each remark carefully before allowing it to pass his lips.  This was an imprudent break with tradition.

Her chin lifted a bit.  She still seemed skeptical of him.

“So you like to watch?”

“I like to watch you.” He was no longer amazed by what was coming out of his mouth.  “’Smatter of fact, I could watch you fuck all day.”

She seemed to digest that for a moment before she rose from the bench, her legs set wide apart.

“You work here?”  Her voice was neutral. 

He dragged his eyes away from her pussy.

“Yeah.”  Was she going to report him?  For what?

“When do you finish up?”

“Uh, in about 45 minutes.”

She lowered her chin.  Her expression softened at the same time.

“You know the coffee shop down the street?”  Even her voice was quieter.

“Yeah.”  He answered before he was sure he did.

“Will you meet me there as soon as you get off?”  It was a request.

“Sure.”

She raised her head and seemed to be in charge again.

“Alright, see you then.”

She turned and walked to the ladies’ room without any further comment.  Her ass looked great, too.

She favored him with the slightest smile as he walked into the coffee shop.  She was perched demurely on a stool at a high table facing the door.  Freshly showered and dressed, there was no hint of highly sexed creature that had been thrashing on the end of a man’s cock barely an hour before.  Even from a distance the dominant feeling he got from her was complete coolness and self-containment.

Perhaps to appreciate her, he paused just inside the door.  Her eyes went to his cock momentarily.  He was soft again.  He had taken quite a bit of time to deflate after the incident at the club.  He had considered whacking off, but the little guy eventually stood down.  Since it was a warm, late May night he hadn’t bothered with shoes or anything else – not even a ring or watch.  He could not have been more naked.  He had a feeling she’d like him that way and if he gave her what she wanted, he’d get her.

As he approached he perceived that she hadn’t entirely adopted a virginal demeanor.  Her white top was tied loosely at the waist, so that it hung open allowing an extensive view of the gap between her tits.  But that was only the initial tease.  The viewer quickly discovered that her top was see-through and she was wearing nothing underneath.  The top stood off tautly as it draped her erect nipples.

Below the waist, her modesty was amply protected by what appeared to be a full cotton skirt that reached, but did not cover her knees.  The latter were held primly together.

They exchanged “hi’s” and she invited him to sit.  He perched on the stool opposite her with his legs apart.  His cock draped comfortably over the edge of the seat.  She touched her cup suggestively when she asked him what he’d like.  She relayed his requirements by calling over her shoulder to the naked man behind the counter.  The latter acknowledged her order with a nod.

She turned back to him.

“I’m Stephanie – Steph.”

“I’m Peter, but most people call me Pilot.”

He took the initiative to extend his hand across the table.  Disengaging from her cup, she extended hers.  The inevitable question:  why Pilot?  Customary answer: Because that’s what I wanted to be when I was a kid.  He hadn’t realized at the time that men mostly did menial jobs.  It was rare for anyone other than a woman to fill a professional role.

She smiled and asked him what he did instead.  In that smile he read empathy, sympathy and … interest.  Uncharacteristically, his heart and mouth opened.

His beverage arrived and remained untouched.  She leaned forward and propped her chin on her hand as her elbow rested on the table.  Her only contribution was an occasional question as he plowed on.

At length he stopped for a breath.  It was then he realized how long he’d been talking.  He was embarrassed at having spoken so much and so intimately.  She must think him a fool.  This is the last he’d see of her.  Nice move, dumbass.

She unpropped her chin and sat up.

“It’s getting late and I have to be in work in the morning,” she said.

His last hope flickered toward extinction.

“Can I see you tomorrow night?  It’s Friday and I won’t have a curfew.”

Her look was open and hopeful.  Suddenly, he was alive again.

“Uh, sure.” He rallied, trying to act cool.  “I can make it.  What time?”

“Can I pick you up at seven?  Is that too late to eat?”

“Uh, no that’s fine.”

She smiled, reading him.

“Let’s make it six, then.”

It was his turn to smile.

“Okay.”

She plucked out her phone and recorded his address and phone number.  He had nothing to record her information, so he didn’t ask.

They pushed back their stools and he trailed her to the door.  Once outside, she stopped and gazed at him.  Her hand went to his face.  Fingers trailed over his cheek and across his lips.  When they departed his chin, her face tilted upward.  He was at least a half head taller than she.

The kiss was soft and lingering.  Before it was over he felt those finger tips on his awakening cock.  She drew back and gave his penis a gentle squeeze.

“Tomorrow at six, then.”  It was almost a purr.

Chapter 2

It was 5:45 when he pawed through his jewelry and foot ware for the last time.  The hell with it.  Nothing worked.  It was going to be an au naturel evening.  If he wasn’t sophisticated enough for her, she’d have to deal with it.

The doorbell rang at 5:55.  He tried to hold back, but wound up lunging for the door knob after only a split second.

She was wearing a classic little black dress.  It showed plenty of cleavage (nearly to her waist, as a matter of fact) and the skirt was quite short, but all of her deepest secrets were secure.  The high heels completed her sophisticated look.  His cock chubbed up in appreciation.  Her eyes roved over him before she spoke.

“Hi, Pilot.  Are you ready?”

“I guess I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied with an air of resignation.

She smiled.  Her voice was in a lower register when she spoke.

“You look perfect.  I wouldn’t change a thing.”

As she came close to him, her hand closed around his cock just before her lips touched his.  It was a chaste kiss, so he was not distracted from appreciating her scent.  More than her touch, that raised a reaction in his loins. When she broke the kiss, her lips remained close to his.  He felt her breath on his mouth as her eyes flicked upward to meet his.

“Let’s go, then.”

She abruptly released his cock and turned to go.  His cock bobbed jauntily as he followed her down the path onto the blacktop and up to her car.  He minded his manners and opened the driver’s side door for her.  She glanced up at him briefly before slipping into the seat.  The approving look on her face was heady reward.  Stepping quickly, he circled the car and claimed his seat and belted in.  He was aware that he was acting really needy.  More coolness was called for, he chided himself.

During the ride, his cock descended to half-mast and drooled a bit of pre-cum in the process.  He surreptitiously whisked the discharge away as he followed her through the door of their destination. 

The restaurant was very high end.  Both the male patrons and wait staff wore elegant collars, cuffs and cock rings.  Nevertheless, Steph had taken his arm and made him feel superior to all of the male competition. 

The hostess wore a multi-hued ankle-length skirt.  It rode low on her hips, exposing her jewel-decorated navel.  A bracelet, rings and tasteful pendent were all she wore above the waist.  Her high, large breasts firmly established her authority.  Her areoles were colored the same subdued red as her lips and eyelids.  Without a doubt, she cut an attention-getting figure.

The poker-faced runner actually bowed slightly before turning to lead them to their table.  He was displaying a full erection.  Pilot knew that maintaining such a state for a long shift was probably the most demanding part of this type of job.  Frequent manual stroking would not be enough.  Tight cock rings that trap blood in the penis are quite dangerous, so chemical means were undoubtedly employed.

They were seated in a curved booth which put them close together.  Their knees touched.  They exchanged smiles as they got comfortable. 

Their waiter’s erection hovered over the table as he leaned to ignite the tiny candle.  His rigid penis wagged amiably as he introduced himself, welcomed them and took their drink order.  Pilot’s anticipation built as the waiter lingered.  Steph’s hand was on his upper thigh, providing impetus for his incipient excitement.  He was getting quite chubby.

“I love the way your cock looks.  I want to see you big.  Is that all right?”

“Sure,” he croaked.  He was dying for her to feel him.

She had him fully hard before their drinks arrived.  The similarly erect waiter seemed not to notice the activity as he asked if they had any questions about the menu.  Steph asked her companion if he was ready to order.  He lied and said he was.  She continued to stroke Pilot’s penis idly as she stated her selections.  Distracted, he made a couple of hasty choices.  She had a very nice touch.

When their waiter had withdrawn, they claimed their glasses.  She smiled at him as she proposed a toast to a promising start.  A gentle cock squeeze added emphasis.

After her first sip, she glanced at his erection.  Leaning over, her tongue claimed the pearl of precum from the tip of his cock.  Her mouth was working over the taste as her eyes reclaimed his.  She seemed quite matter-of-fact about what she was doing to him.  For his part, a haze of arousal was clouding his mind.  He knew he would have to do something for distraction or his lap would be full of cum in short order.

“I … I hogged the conversation last night.  I didn’t give you a chance to talk about you.”

“What about me?  What do you want to know?” she asked languidly, challenging him with a dreamy smile.

“Well …” He thought quickly.  “Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

She chuckled.

“I started early and worked hard at it.”  It was the segue to her story.

She wasn’t quite 13 when her mother developed a health issue that prevented her from providing sexual services to the men in her family.  Taking her only daughter aside, she told Steph that she would have to be the woman of the family for a while.  Since women were responsible to keep their males sexually satisfied in order to insure the men’s docility, this was a serious assignment.  Steph knew that her mother could have made other arrangements to see that her husband and son were provided for during her incapacity.  The fact that she elected to confer the responsibility on her young daughter was a vote of confidence that was not lost on Steph.  That, notwithstanding her growing curiosity about men and sex, caused her to readily accept the office.

As her father’s hands and mouth explored her naked body for the first time, Steph experienced a swirl of emotional reactions: embarrassment that her father was seeing her act like a slut, worry that the impeding sex was going to hurt, anxiety that she wouldn’t be able to perform satisfactorily and fear that she wouldn’t like fucking. 

Her dad took her slowly, however.  He crooned encouragement as his fingers stroked her vulva.  One found its way inside.  She stiffened and then wiggled against the invader, trying to enhance the stimulation. 

Feeling his stiff cock against her belly, she grasped it.  Silently, she marveled at its warm rigidity before relaxing her grip to stroke it lightly.  She had to surrender her new acquisition when her parent took a new position between her legs.  As his tongue lapped her clit, she writhed and gasped.  Her concern morphed from whether she would like sex to whether she could possibly stand such intense pleasure.

In response to his whispered question, she nodded her assent to receive him.  She gasped and whimpered repeatedly as her father pushed his penis into her vagina.  If she experienced any pain, it was quickly swallowed up by the torrent of amazing sensations.  Her realization that the full length of his cock was inside her came as he paused to nuzzle her neck.  When he raised his head and looked into her eyes again, she felt him begin.

Short, gentle strokes were followed by longer ones.  Instinctively, she raised her legs, seeking to meet her growing need.  She twitched and moaned as her father’s cock slipped past her sensitive spots.  His increasing tempo answered her unspoken wishes.  Her arousal gave way to unbridled passion and then to a climax.  As her orgasm broke over her, she was aware of her father’s body bucking and wrenching between her legs.  It was only afterward as he lay gasping on top of her that she realized that he had inseminated her.  She had been fucked.  She was a woman.

Her brother, who was two years older than she, was the next to fuck her.  His less gentle approach to lovemaking was not a problem.  The confidence gained from her experience with her father bulwarked her against disappointment when he came prematurely.  On the other hand, his higher energy fucking was exciting in its own way.  With practice, their bodies gradually got into sync.

Over the next several months, she spent a considerable amount of her non-school time either holding her legs aloft or sliding up and down her family members’ cocks.  When her mother returned to full activity, Steph only partially relinquished her temporary duties.  She had become far too enamored of sex.

Pilot remarked favorably on her recitation.  Encouraged, she shared more details about herself.  By the time they had finished their salads, he had learned that she had graduated with an engineering degree the year before (which probably meant she was a year older than he) and taken a job in this area.  She liked her job and was contemplating additional schooling – perhaps getting an MBA. 

Her second glass of wine caused her to become more personal (her grip on his penis had become intermittent as she felt the need to add gestures while her other hand was employed grasping a fork or clutching her wine glass).  She confided that she didn’t have many female associates outside of work.  She preferred the company of men.  The interactions she preferred were physical – tennis games, workouts, runs and, of course, bed games. 

“I think I’m obsessed with men and their cocks,” she opined, smiling a little unsteadily.  “Sometimes I think it might be fun to be a guy and be able to stick one of these” – her grip on his cock tightened for emphasis – “up a woman’s cunt.

“What really fascinates me is how you guys can be so much stronger than us.  Even male weaklings can do so much more than the average woman.  I love when a man puts his arms around me and really holds me tight.  It turns me on to think he can crush me if he wants.”

She paused as though catching herself.  Her gaze searched his face for a moment.

“The other thing that’s neat,” she continued in a more measured tone, “is how you guys can hold your liquor.  Bigger body mass.”  She made a wry face.  “I’m getting very silly, aren’t I?”

Pilot had actually slowed his sipping as he saw her lift off into a buzz.  He knew it was time to take some initiative.  Turning toward her, he slipped an arm around her shoulders.  His other hand went under her skirt.  His lips touched hers just as his fingers touched her vulva.  She met his proffered kiss readily.  Sensing her acquiescence, he worked a finger into her vagina.  She responded by working her mouth more eagerly against his.

Abruptly, she broke off and looked meaningfully over his shoulder.  Pilot turned to see the assistant waiter standing on the other side of the table with their entrées in either hand.  His face was impassive but his cock was rampant.

Releasing her, they arranged themselves more decorously.  As the plates were set down, he turned his head toward her and raised his left hand to his mouth.  The middle digit – the one that had violated her cunt – slipped inside for prolonged suck.  The approval was evident on her face.

“Nice that you didn’t wear panties,” he observed as they picked up their forks.

She gave a slight shrug.

“What girl would wear panties on a date?” she posited.  “It’s inconsiderate of her date – not to mention inconvenient.”

They ate in silence for a bit.  As she sipped from her water glass, she reached over and caressed his cock.

“I’d like to see you move.  Will you go dancing with me after we’re done?”

He knew the right answer.

“I’d like that.  But I have a feeling you’re a maniac on the floor.”

“I don’t know about that, but I do think nude dancing the best foreplay, so I do it with a lot of enthusiasm.”  She seemed to consider.  “Mmm… Maybe my dancing is a little bit frenetic.”  She smiled mischievously.  “I guess you’ll have to draw your own conclusions.”

He asked what venue she had in mind.  She named a very hot club downtown.  He opined that it would take them a week to gain entrance.  She assured him that it would not be that difficult.  He was intrigued, but she seemed disinclined to elaborate.

Her buzz seemed to dissipate as their food disappeared.  They talked about their living arrangements.  She lived alone and found it challenging to take care of her personal business.  A house husband would be very handy, she observed jocularly.  He had recently lost his roommate, so his finances were a bit tight.  Her suggestion that they should move in together to meet their complementary needs was not in a serious vein, but it tended to quiet the conversation.

Her hand reappropriated his cock as they sat back and waited for their plates to be cleared away.  He laid an approving hand on her forearm as she declined the offer of coffee and desert.  She smiled at him as they waited for the bill.  He was kissing her neck when the check arrived.

Her driving didn’t show the effects of her wine consumption.  The car seemed to ride rails from the restaurant to the crowded parking lot adjacent to the club.  She opted for the valet parking with practiced familiarity.  Since he was barefoot, he was grateful not to have to pick his way across a parking lot minefield.  The only sensation he had to deal with was the cool air over his body – and that was certainly no hardship.

They skirted the clutch of people vying for entry and approached the burley bouncers guarding the entrance.  Pilot became aware that his companion was shifting her purse from one hand to the other as she sequentially lowered the straps of her dress.  One of the bouncers, a huge, round-faced black youth, turned to them just as Steph’s breasts popped free.

“Special pass,” Steph announced to the guard.   Her smile was a beat behind.

The bouncer was already grinning as his eyes swept over her mammalian display.

“Yeah, your credentials are in order, Ms. Varsky.”

He pulled the rope aside to let them pass.  Steph towed Pilot by his arm as her breasts bounced in concert with her strides.  When they had passed into the interior half light that throbbed with dance music, she turned expectantly to him.  He asked what he thought was the obvious question.

“You just flash your boobs and you’re in?”

She laughed.

“Not quite.  I’m holding out on you.  My ‘in’ is that I met a guy in a bar a couple of months ago.  He tried to impress me by saying he could get me into this club.  I took him up on it.  Turns out, when we were let in, the bouncer mentioned to him that his sister was looking for him.  Just like that he was busted.  I caught onto the fact that his sister was the managing partner in the club.  Anyway, long story short, I met her, we hit it off and by the time the night was over, the word had been passed that I had special entry privileges.”

“So the password is to show your tits?”

Another chuckle … 

“No, that’s just me playing with the guys.  They only have to see my face to let me in.  My nipples have nothing to do with it.”

They were standing in front of the coat check counter when she completed her explanation.

“Get my zipper, will you?”

After missing a beat while he ferreted out her meaning, he located the fastener in the back of her dress.  It opened smoothly.  She caught her dress by one strap as it puddled around her feet.  Stepping deftly out of the textile, she pushed both the dress and her purse across the counter simultaneously to the smartly dressed woman on the other side.  Pilot reaffirmed her lack of underwear as he allowed himself to check out her nude form.

She turned into his appraising stare.

“What?  When I told you I thought nude dancing was great foreplay, did you think I meant just naked guys?”

The foyer of the place opened onto a mezzanine that overlooked the main dance floor.  The swirling lights and relentless beat powered a chaotic legion of dancers below.  The males were, of course, nude, the females mostly dressed, albeit in rather brief costumes.  A couple of platforms above the floor provided a display for some well appointed naked men to gyrate.  One of them shared his space with an energetic topless woman.  The female DJ presided from a cantilevered platform off the far side of the mezzanine.

His date led Pilot by the cock down the curved ramp that deposited them on the dance floor.  There she released him, raised her arms and began to switch her hips as she backed in to the crowd.  He followed obediently, falling in sync with the music.

The appearance of a totally naked woman on the floor did not go unnoticed.  Pilot noted glances and stares by their neighbors.  He was unable to determine whether the on-lookers approved or disapproved of his date’s lack of raiment.  For her part, Steph seemed oblivious to the attention.  She was intent on the business at hand. 

She had some very provocative moves that included pussy thrusts.  Her dance program also included forays into his space to mash her tits and rub her mons against him.  The sights and feels took their toll. He was hard again. 

His condition was not allowed to persist.  Setting her legs wide apart, she moved directly to him, captured his bobbing cock in her hand and moved her cunt into its path.  He cooperated while she worked his cock head between her labia.  When he felt the telltale warmth of her vaginal opening, he probed.  Bending at the knees, he took advantage of her back-leaning pose to drive into her.  She wriggled her hips to help him set his cock for the next thrust.

As their bodies meshed with the intimacy of coupling, he supported her with hands behind the small of her back.  He watched her face while he stroked her a few times.  She was not quite looking at him, peering out of her lowered head with glazed eyes.  Her arms surrounded his neck loosely.  Taking her lack of interaction as consent, he fucked her in earnest.  She moaned and her body twitched out of rhythm to the music.  Her apparent helplessness aroused him still more.  He dropped all reservations, using her body as his heated arousal inspired him. 

The warning tingle in his cockhead went unnoticed at first, but as his climax approached, he was caught by responsibility.

“I’m gonna …”

“Give it to me,” she hissed.  Her head rolled upward for a moment to catch his eye for emphasis.

He was not gentle as he drove into her and jerked repeatedly in response to the pulses of semen he was releasing.  Gasping, he continued to grind into her in the aftermath.  She was more alert now, watching his face as she hung from his neck at the end of her arms.

As he recovered his breath, he sensed it was time to disengage.  As he did so, he was reluctant to meet her eyes.  He knew he had not provided her with a climax.  She might be annoyed.

“I’m sorry … I couldn’t …” he began.

“It’s not a problem,” she intervened firmly.  “I’ve been teasing you all night.  You had to shoot sometime.”  She gave him a reassuring smile.  “But you did mess me up pretty good.  I’m going to have to take a ladies’ room break.”

They parted at the dual entrances to the restrooms.  The men’s facility was a press of naked bodies.  The sweetish aroma of pot smoke was unmistakable.  The majority of the occupants were not engaged in any hygienic pursuits.  Mostly they milled around in conversation taking advantage of their refuge from the females. 

Pilot took care of his business, studiously ignoring the pot smokers and the one intravenous drug user he encountered.  This was a typical scene for men.  Most had no real prospects of advancing in careers and finding financial independence in any meaningful way.  The general frustration played out in anti-social behaviors like drugs.  Since they were always nude, men inclined to act out in more violent ways lacked the means to carry a weapon undetected.

Pilot quit the men’s room and took up a post waiting for his date.  He had time to reflect.

Men’s inferior position dated from before the establishment of the country.  Indeed, its foundations went back to the roots of Western civilization.  European customs had been among the most stringent in keeping men in their place.

In colonial times, the American tradition of subjugation of men became more ingrained with the introduction of black slavery.  History taught that in 1619 the Anntown colony in Virginia received its first boatload of West Africans.  Indeed this event was the inevitable extension of the trade that had been flourishing between Africa and the West Indies.  The Virginia arrivals were free African women seeking refuge from the repressive patriarchal societies of their homelands.  Many of them were educated and accomplished in agricultural and artistic pursuits.  This addition to the population of the struggling colony was well-received.

The new arrivals quickly proved themselves the equal of their European sisters in industry and commerce.  Their success began to generate friction between the groups that was greatly exacerbated by the dearth of men.  Moreover, the Africans were disdainful of the quality of the male talent available.  Some disparaged the “monkey-sized” penises of most of the European men.

Slavery to the rescue.  For some time, ships visiting the African coast had been soliciting males to embark for the Americas with the promise of making their fortunes.  When enough males accepted the offer of passage at very nominal cost to them, they set sail on what appeared to be a male-crewed ship.  Typically, a few days outbound when the first spate of choppy weather disabled the passengers with seasickness, the male passengers found themselves clapped in irons below decks.  In cases where the men had brought along wives or concubines, their consternation was doubled by finding themselves subject to the very women they had commanded.

When the slavers started arriving in Anntown, the naked, shackled men found themselves the subject of vigorous bidding from women of both races.  Inter-ethnic tensions ebbed away quickly as supplies of vigorous males increased.  Of course, the new arrivals proved far less docile than their conditioned European counterparts.  Moreover, their bad example began to negatively influence their white brothers.  Various measures were implemented to deal with the problem of slave rebellion.  One that proved somewhat effective was adopting universal male nudity rules.  Being deprived of the ability to conceal weapons or employ fiber from textiles for nefarious purposes no doubt limited the methods available for perpetrating violence, but its main effect derived from the fact that nudity de-empowers the naked in the presence of assertively dressed.  To the frustration of male ambitions, nudity quickly became the law of the land.

When the Founding Mothers finally succeeded in negotiating independence from the Queen of England’s government, they reaffirmed the Western tradition of female dominance by setting up a system which firmly held the “aggressive and violent” gender in check.  Males were dependent on female sufferance for their basic needs and prevented from acting independently.  Enforced nudity and sexual acquiescence by females was an effective means of keeping men compliant.  The theory was that as long as men had sufficient access to sex, they would accept almost any treatment.  The practice of dominant women frequently submitting sexually to their otherwise powerless men was classically called “tempering.”  Later the term “pacifying” came into common use.  In these more politically correct times, “satisfying” was the characterization.  By any name, the mellow frame of mind that frequent fucking engendered kept men home and happy.

The superior physical strength of the males was harnessed for home’s and society’s needs.  That limited the need for educating the bulk of the men – a happy economy.  However, recent scholarship had found that many of the more erudite and accomplished of the Mothers were actually inspired, advised and coached by men close to them.  Abigail Smith, for instance, frequently took the counsel of her husband, John Adams.  She made a point of bringing him to Philadelphia for the Continental Congress.  Martha Wayles, who was the prime negotiator of Independence, enjoyed the counsel of her well-read man-servant, Tom Jefferson.  Consistent with the practices of Southern ladies at the time, he was also her lover and father of her children.  When she died shortly after accomplishing her mission to the English Crown, her will bequeathed Tom’s services to her young friend, Sally Hemings.  Hemings later became Secretary of State and then the third president of the republic.  Sally apparently benefited from Jefferson’s advice as well as his prodigious sperm production, achieving significant political and reproductive success.

Although overt male slavery had been abolished a century ago, men remained in second-class status.  Even getting the vote some six decades later failed to advance their lot.  Indeed, the male vote remained splintered and directionless.  The few men who had achieved significant public office seemed more concerned with fitting in rather than spearheading the cause of change.  Somehow their naked bodies sprinkled among their clothed female colleagues on the floor of Congress managed to make them seem even less consequential than they would be on the street.

Pilot had no doubt that men could play a wider role in society and government, but he was in no hurry to assert his demand for same.  Militancy and civil disobedience merely confirmed the female establishment’s assumption of the aggressive and mercurial tendencies of the male gender that made them unfit for leadership.  In moments of self-doubt, however, he still wondered if he were being too docile – even for a man.

“Hey, fella, wanna have a good time?”

Steph was back and full of playful energy.  It was easy to banish serious musings as she smiled and teased, squeezing her bare breasts between her crossed arms.

They danced tirelessly, drawing energy from each other.  His erection was back and seemed just as indefatigable.  It made a few brief visits to her pussy but neither of them made an attempt to get off.

When they visited the bar, she perched him on the one available stool before giving him an excellent blow job.  When the blinding pleasure of his ejaculation – all of which she caught and swallowed – subsided he knew he was the envy of every man in sight.  While not the only male who had his cock sucked that evening, he was certainly the only one being serviced by a completely naked woman.  He might have even provoked the fantasy among some of the on-lookers that he was in control of his relationship, dominating this female.

It was late but far from closing time when she suggested they depart.  She said something about “saving some for later.”  He held her purse while she donned her dress in the lobby

By her initiative they chattered continuously about the characters and behaviors they witnessed.  They enjoy a few chuckles regarding the reactions they themselves had provoked.  In amazingly short time, they were parked in front his apartment. 

She did not presume but waited for his invitation.  Instead of vocalizing it, he alighted without a word, circled the car and opened her door.  She stepped out of the car and slipped her arms around his neck.  They traded tongue thrusts in the glow of the courtesy light.

The door had barely closed behind them before he had her zipper down.  This time, she simply allowed the garment to fall.  She didn’t have the opportunity to step out of the circle of cloth before he scooped her up in his arms.  She squeaked in surprise as she quickly looped her arms around his neck.

In the time it took for him to join her on the bed after setting her down, she had kicked off her shoes.  His hard cock probed her belly as he reached for her.  His aggressive foreplay was driven by his feverish desire.  He afforded her little opportunity to respond as his hands and lips took possession of her. 

He mounted her after finger fucking her to a highly excited state.  She was pulling him to her and thrusting back excitedly as he entered her.  Her cunt was amazingly wet.

Having cum twice already he had no problem holding out.  He thrilled at the convulsive reaction of her cunt muscles as he drove her through two violent orgasms.  During the second she pleaded deliriously for “no more.”  He knew she meant the opposite. 

The rotary motion he adopted as she writhed in the aftermath of her latest climax had the desired effect.  The tingle in his cock head quickly swelled into a burning need.  With a groan, he drove into her and released.  The root of his cock dashed repeatedly against her pussy lips as he surged with each wave of pleasure.

At last he settled down on top of her.  As he caught his breath he realized that he had not only been quite presumptuous by cumming inside her without seeking permission, but he had also taken exclusive charge of the fuck – a serious male no-no.

He raised his head to seek her face.

“I, uh ,,, sorry I …”

“Hey,” she interrupted. Her fingers dug into his hair.  “You don’t have to apologize for being a man and taking what you need.”  She let her sternness drop away.  A small smile crept onto her lips.  “And, by the way, that was a great fuck.  When you take care of business that well, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.  Off the record, I’m getting a feeling that I’m on to something special, namely you.”

When her murmured words registered, he turned his face into her exploring hand.  He kissed the palm.  She kept the hand on his lips for a second kiss.  Then she pulled his face down to hers.  As he complied, he was conscious of his cock still lulling inside her.

When they had disengaged, she rolled onto her side and snuggled against him with her head tucked under his chin.  The warmth of her body and the softness of her breasts suffused him with a sense of contentment.  Feeling the moisture from her pussy as she draped a leg over him kept a steady thrum of sexual desire in his body.  On a level just below consciousness he knew he would be having her again soon.

“You shouldn’t hesitate about taking charge when you’re with a woman,” she said into his chest.  “You have great sex instincts.  You shouldn’t wait for her to tell you what she wants.”

He squeezed a little with his encircling arm.

“Not all women like that.  They want to be in charge.”

“I’ll let you in on a closely-held girl secret: We don’t always know what we want.  Sometimes we want someone else to take the initiative – to surprise us.  I think you’re the kind of guy that can come up with nice surprises.”

There seemed to be nothing more to do but to roll her onto her back, gather her to him and kiss her.  They continued to cuddle after the lights were extinguished.

Chapter 3

When they woke up the next morning, she got on top and rode his cock.  The foreplay had been quite leisurely and protracted.   When she was overtaken by her orgasm, he took charge, rolling her over on her back and fucking her vigorously to his own climax.  His conscience was clear after he shot his cum into her this time.

Gallantly, he retrieved her bag from the trunk of her car.  It yielded a bounty of female necessities.  After their joint shower, he prepared breakfast while she assembled her “look.”  When she appeared in the kitchen in search of sustenance, he was pleased to see that she had not included clothes in her ensemble.

She did dress when they ventured out.  He had to admit she did look great in the half top and short-shorts as she took her cuts at the pitches served up by the robot in the batting cages (his idea).  So good did her body look in motion that he nearly failed to note her impressive performance.

It took all his skill and concentration to edge her score in Skee-Ball (also his idea).  She did her best to distract him with gooses and cock-grabs.  He took his victor’s revenge on the bench outside the amusement palace when he stripped off her shorts and fucked her vigorously (their mutual idea).  They paid scant attention to passers-by, some of whom became spectators.  Their audience had mostly dispersed by the time Pilot came down from his climax with the shank of his cock still well up in his recumbent partner’s cunt.

As the bare-bottomed Steph sat next to him, her head lay on his shoulder.  In the pause in activity, Pilot noted the politely quick glances they garnered from the passing crowd.  He was serene in the knowledge that public sex was a protected right since the Stewart case that was decided over a generation ago.  That case held that since women had a legal responsibility to provide men with sexual mollification, restricting the possible venues for that activity was illegal.  Since then millions of school children had been instructed that public fucking was their right and even their responsibility.

Pilot was in a fog of delirium when he reported to his construction job on Monday.  In retrospect, he counted an even dozen instances of vaginal sex between him and Stephanie over the previous two- and-a-half days.  Thrice she had sucked him off.  When they had parted that morning, his partner had opined that she’d probably gained five pounds over the weekend due entirely to her intake of his cum.

His forewoman noted his spacey attitude and demanded to know what the problem was.  He simply told her that he’d gotten very little sleep the night before – a completely true statement.  She correctly surmised that there was more to it than that and put him on light duty to forestall his becoming a safety hazard.

Pilot saw Stephanie every night that week. 

On Monday night, she drove him home after they were both finished at the gym.  They fucked like they hadn’t seen each other in a month.  She made the mistake of expressing her approval of his service after dressing.  Her earnest appreciation kisses turned into a mutual rekindling of passions.  It was all she could do to wrestle him off and dash out the door.

Tuesday was more sedate.  She came to his place after work and watched as he prepared dinner.  Her work clothes – a tailored suit – remained firmly in place as they ate.  It was only when she moved to help him clean up and he pointed out the peril of smudging her clothes that she allowed him to remove them.  He took his time fucking her.  When he finished, they both dozed off.  He roused around eleven to see her finish dressing and accept her kiss before she departed.

Wednesday was a gym night again.  She collected him after his shift but took him to a bar.  As they sat side-by-side at a table, she matter-of-factly fondled his cock.  That activity and their conversation notwithstanding, she exhibited obvious distraction as she monitored the thin crowd.

“You see that blonde at the bar on the left?” she asked abruptly.

Pilot glanced over to see a young woman in a rather dressy blue frock and over-permed hair.  She was talking with the naked bartender.  Pilot acknowledged the scene.

“Her girlfriend just got a hook-up and left her.  It’s getting late for a work night and she’s obviously on the make.  She might settle for that bartender, but that would mean she’s going to have to hang around ‘til closing or until he gets a break.”

“Yeah, so?”

“I think you should perform an intervention and save her from a disappointing night.  You should take charge of the situation and fuck her.”  She concluded her remarks with an encouraging smile.

Pilot missed a beat while he replayed her suggestion in his head to confirm that he had heard her correctly.

“You think I should go offer to fuck her?”

“Not offer.  Tell her you want to fuck her.  Here and now.”  Steph’s earnestness was unmistakable. 

“Why should she say yes?”

“Because you’re a confident guy who’s going to give her a great experience.  She’ll pick up on that – and she’s horny.  She’ll want to do it.  You just have to convince her that she should.”

He looked at his companion for a long moment.  Her expression did not change.  Finally, she said, “Go ahead.”

He turned and gave the girl a long look.  His body started to move.  Resolutely, he got to his feet and strode in the direction of his quarry.  Notwithstanding his apparent confidence, his mind was blank.

She was sitting sideways to the bar, leaning back in her stool as she animatedly chatted up the bartender.  She finished her sentence before turning to acknowledge Pilot standing in front of her.  He waited for her gaze to travel to his erect cock before addressing her.

“Hi,” he said.  “I’d like to fuck you.”

She looked incredulous before her expression descended into a frown.  She had a rather straight nose and short chin.  Not gorgeous, but okay.

“Well, I’d like it to rain chardonnay, but I don’t think that’s going to happen either.”

Pilot grasped his rigid shaft, drawing her eyes once again.  He grinned.

“I’ve been told my cum tastes like chardonnay.  And it warms your insides, too.”

She returned his gaze without rejoinder.  Then she turned her head and glanced at Stephanie.  Turning back she addressed him.

“Isn’t that your girlfriend?”

“Yeah, I told her I was going to come over and fuck you.”

“And she’s okay with that?”

“She’s okay with whatever I want.  I take good care of her, so she’s cool with my checking out what other girls have between their legs.  She knows good men are hard to find – and vice versa.”

He gave his cock another tug for emphasis.  She looked again.  He could tell she was inclined to his proposition.

“Let’s say I could use a little poke,” she admitted.  “What do you have in mind?”

He let go of his cock, laid his forearm on the bar and leaned forward.  His hand found a spot on the inside of her knee.  The bartender had drifted away.

“I’ll show you,” he murmured.

Her arms remained where they were – one on the bar the other draped over her stool back – as his hand flowed along the inside of her thigh.  He took his time, appreciating how smooth a woman’s inner thigh is.  Her body stiffened only slightly when he touched her panty-covered pussy.

His finger circumvented the barrier and found its way between her lips.  She allowed her thighs to relax in an attempt to ease his entry.  There was no mistaking her receptiveness. His moistened finger found everything inside her in order. 

Her head was lolling and her eyes half shut when he moved to take possession of her.  She didn’t react when his finger withdrew and both his hands slipped under her skirt.  Locating the waistband of the panties, he peeled them down.  She raised herself imperceptibly to allow their removal.  Her underwear slipped smoothly over her shoes before dropping to the floor.  Her legs opened.

“I … have rubbers,” she murmured distractedly as he pushed up her skirt.  Once he had her exposed, his hands encased her bare hips to position her.  He ignored her comment and she didn’t pursue it. 

He finger fucked her a bit more.  Her eyes were completely closed and mouth drooped open.  When her writhing and gasping rose to a promising level, he grasped his cock and placed at her entrance.  Without opening her eyes, she raised her legs to align her passage.

Holding her hips with both hands, he thrust.  She gasped.  Back and push again.  A whimper.  He drove home.  She moaned.

As he ground against her pussy, she hooked her legs around his waist.  Her head had rolled back.  Her surrender was complete.  This was his show.

He used his hands to manipulate her pelvis as he sought impart some rotary motion to his first series of strokes.  She gripped at her chair back and the bar as her passion rose.  Her legs pulled at him.  He heeded her signals of urgency and began to fuck her more vigorously.

As he worked her, he noted the location of her clit.  Adjusting his attack, he managed to hit it repeatedly.  She began to thrash.  Everything was perfect.  She was just wet enough and tight enough to make it interesting.  He resolved to give her a fuck she would remember.

When her orgasm caused her to stiffen and shudder, Pilot timed his strokes to meet her movements.  He kept up a good rolling fuck until she cried out.  Sensing that she was finished, he went for his own climax. 

Steph was feeling quite aroused by the time she saw Pilot make his final plunge into the girl’s cunt.  She noted the way his gluts dimpled with the effort of releasing his seed.  As his climax ran its course, she cast an eye around the room.  She smiled at what she saw.

Pilot made some mini-thrusts into his partner’s pussy as he waited to feel the strength return to his limbs.  He enjoyed the tantalizing tickle in his urethra as he stretched and contracted his softening penis.  He had had this girl very well indeed.  Her dazed blinking and gasping gratified him nearly as much as the searing pleasure of his release.

Backing up a step, he allowed his spent member to slide from its living sheath.  The young woman looked up when she felt his departure.  Perceiving her attempt to regain some decorum, he helped her to her feet.

“I, uh, need to go to the ladies’ room,” she muttered as she smoothed down her dress.  Retrieving her purse from the bar, she weaved toward the facility.

Pilot couldn’t quite suppress his smile as Steph watched him critically on his return.  She finally smiled as well.

“It looked good,” she probed as he reclaimed his seat.  “How did it feel?”

“Great,” he replied matter-of-factly.  “One of my ten best fucks of all time.”

His companion arched a critical eyebrow.

“Really?”

He grinned and leaned into her face.

“The other nine were with you.”

She seemed only partially mollified.

“You’ve fucked me more than nine times,” she pointed out. 

“You know you’ve got something special, don’t you?”

Steph asked that question later that evening while she was naked, perched on a kitchen stool with her legs draped over Pilot’s shoulders.  His rigid cock was up inside her cunt where it was gently pulsing with barely perceptible strokes.  Apparently turned on by Pilot’s conquest of the girl at the bar, she maneuvered him into a similar situation.  But then she wanted to talk.

“I think you mentioned that the first time you saw it,” he smirked.

“You know I’m not talking about your cock.” She seemed to want to be taken seriously. 

He assumed a suitably sober attentiveness, hoping that he could get on with the fuck soon.

“You convinced that girl to let you fuck her.  Most guys couldn’t pull that off.  Not only that, did you see the group at the end of the bar?  You had their complete attention.  Judging from the way the guys looked at each other and nodded when you were done, I think that if they hadn’t been with girls, they would have carried you out into the street on their shoulders.

“I mean, you’ve got a way with people.  You can get them on your side – to do what you want – you can influence them.  I think it’s because you’ve got a streak of quiet self-confidence and it comes across as soon as they meet you.  As I see it, that gives you a lot of untapped potential.”

Thoughts of fucking receded into the background for the moment. 

“For what?  Sales?  Politics?”

“No, I was thinking you should go for something with a higher return, like getting into a line of work that you wouldn’t normally be able to.”

He was stock still.  His cock was being held tightly in her moist interior and it was as hard as ever, but he wasn’t thinking about sex.  He was wondering.  His next question was delivered in a strained voice since he was barely breathing.

“Like what?”

“Flying.”

Her response was delivered in a neutral tone that was all out of proportion to the explosion it caused in his brain.  Old memories and desires that he had thought long buried sprang into the foreground of his mind.  There they cavorted and writhed like tormented souls, demanding vindication.  Immediately he was assailed by guilt at having tried to suppress them. 

“Ooh, I felt your cock twitch when I said that.”  She was smiling knowingly, apparently quite pleased with his reaction.

Pilot paused in his subtle stroking, groping for mental footing.

“How can I do that?  That’s not the kind of job that’s open to guys.”

“Not usually, but you’re not like most guys.  You’re very persuasive.  People like you right away.”

“So?  That and three fifty gets me a tall double latte.”

“… or gets someone to buy you a double latte.”

She rocked her pelvis a bit to sustain the stimulation her cunt was receiving.  He took the hint and resumed his shallow thrusts.

“You do it routinely in a minor way to get you through,” she continued.  “What I’m suggesting is that you harness your charisma and use it to get what you really want.”

“I already have you,” he temporized while he tried to grasp what she was suggesting.

“You know what I’m talking about.  Your cock hasn’t drained that much blood from your brain.”

“All right.  I’ll bite.  How does being charismatic get me a job as a pilot?”

“Well, that and your schooling.  You’re taking all that math and science.  That’s unusual for a guy.  It gets you noticed – as well as qualified.”

Pilot realized that during his recitation on the first night in the coffee shop he’d provided quite a bit of detail and that she’d listened closely.  True, he had always had a lively interest in those subjects.  He’d seen their application in daily experiences such as in his construction work, in athletic endeavors and in those flight simulator electronic games he couldn’t get enough of.  He was within a course or two of getting his associate degree in science and technology.  Up until now it seemed like a dead end

“How do I start putting all this together?” he heard himself asking.

“I have a contact I can chase down.”  She smiled slyly.  “I’ll get the door open, but you’ll have to take it from there.  Deal?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, but his mind was in a whirl.

His partner pushed her cunt against his cock.

“Speaking of deals, how about if we close this one?”

Given the level of his distraction, he was surprised how well he performed.   He fucked her into a very satisfactory orgasm to which she testified by punishing his shoulders with her heels.  It took him a bit longer to prime his balls but she seemed content to continue accepting his thrusts until he was ready to release.  She watched his face intently as he reacted to the sting of ecstasy along the length of his cock.  Rocking her pelvis, she nursed the semen from his straining member.  When he slumped against her, she embraced him and kissed him until he recovered.

Chapter 4

“You sure she’s not playing you?” Tony asked as they attacked each other virtually within the environment of the electronic game.

“Playing how?” Pilot kept his eyes fixed on the screen as his avatar parried his companion’s attack.

Tony was his best friend and co-worker.  They were killing time on Thursday after the job until Steph finished her work day.  Tony was nursing a beer.  Pilot had passed to avoid greeting his date already smelling of alcohol.

Pilot and Steph had been a steady item for a few weeks.  Things had started to take on the feeling of a routine.  The semester had concluded and Pilot had decided to take his remaining courses during the Summer to maintain his academic momentum.  The only difference between one weekday and another was whether he and Steph got together at her place or his.  Still, the sex was great.  His girlfriend had shown considerable inventiveness in that area, including a delightful exhibitionist streak.

“I mean, girls are controllers,” Tony continued.  “And they’re all about themselves.  Guys with plans and ambitions of their own are not part of the program.  On top of that, the girls pay the bills.  What kind of shot do you have?”

Tony wasn’t the smartest person Pilot knew, but he was a keen observer of the interpersonal scene and occasionally rendered some insightful verdicts.

“That’s some girls … Maybe most girls, but not every girl.  I think mine’s different.”

Tony put the game on pause and reached for his beer bottle.

“You can’t tell.  Girls are natural head gamers.  Guys make plans.  Girls – whose expectations change by the minute – don’t think that’s important.  So, when a guy lets on he has ideas, girls usually just tolerate them – as long as the guy is still giving them what they want.”

Tony rose holding his apparently empty bottle by the end of the neck with his finger tips.  His other hand gave his cock a quick tug.  Pilot noted his friend’s unconscious habit – apparently an attempt to coax his sex organ into maximum presentability.

“When it gets old,” he continued, “the girl sends the guy a signal that he’d better bag his plans.  He either does or he finds himself without a relationship … and maybe without a meal ticket.”

His companion fished another brew from the refrigerator.

“It ain’t no mystery why so many guys do drugs or drink a lot.  You gotta do something to ballast your brain.”

For emphasis, he popped the top from his new bottle and took a strong pull.

Pilot watched his friend lean back against the counter and cross his arms for emphasis while still gripping his bottle prominently.  His cock seemed mutely impotent as it lay on his balls.

“I’m just sayin’: Be careful how much you let it hang out there.  You could get it stepped on.  My old man used to say ‘Men plan but women pay.  That’s the difference between fantasy and reality.’”

Pilot found it easier to disabuse his friend of his concerns than it was to quash the disquiet in his own mind.  After all, she had been rather vague the past couple of weeks about her progress helping him get into flying.  No! He was 95% sure his girlfriend was sincerely committed to his success, but there was that pesky modicum of doubt.  He resolved he would not allow it to affect his behavior toward her.

That resolution notwithstanding, when Steph arrived at his apartment Pilot greeted her tensely.  In an attempt to regain his equilibrium, he took the initiative to undress her inside the door.  She acquiesced without hesitation, actually giggling as she was rapidly denuded. 

After some naked embraces and kisses – hers soft and tender, his insistent and hard – Pilot felt his cock tugging urgently at him.  Bowing to his little master, he backed the girl onto an upholstered chair and held one of her legs up as he penetrated her cunt.  She struggled into a more comfortable position and watched him while he sawed her cunt vigorously.  The strain on his own muscles was nearly excruciating but he persisted until he released his packet with a guttural roar.

Even after his climax had subsided he was gritting his teeth as he tried to force his balls to shoot more spunk into his victim.  At last he released her leg and staggered back, his erection still holding forth defiantly.

Steph lay crosswise on the chair regarding him quizzically from between her open legs.  Her ravaged cunt displayed the aftermath of their coupling like an accusing third eye.

“That felt like angry sex.  Is something wrong?”  Her tone was inquisitive but non-threatening.  It was obvious that an explanation was required of him.

“I wasn’t angry,” he insisted quickly.  “I was just kind of … agitated.”

All three of her eyes regarded him skeptically. 

“What were you agitated about?”  When he hesitated, she added, “Come on.  You practically dry fucked me up to my throat.  That’s pretty agitated.”

He dropped his eyes finally.  He was angry – with himself – and ashamed.

“I, uh, was thinking about what you said …. about flying … and thought that it couldn’t happen … and that you had no right to make me think that it could … and … I’m sorry …”

She cocked her head but otherwise didn’t move.  Her lips parted but she seemed to hold up while she considered what to say.

“In that case, you’d better kiss me and make it up to me,” she said quietly.  The slightest trace of smile curled her lips.

He stumbled forward, placed his hands on the back and arm of the chair, surrounding her.  She lifted her chin to meet him.  Her arms encircled his neck as she sucked on his tongue.

She held him so that their faces were only a couple of inches apart when they broke.  Her gaze was soft but steady.

“I need you to trust me - not blindly, but I just want you give me a chance to prove I’m in your corner.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.  His vision was unaccountably misted.  His nod preceded his croaked “okay.”

The cloud gradually lifted as they prepared dinner.  She touched him repeatedly and solicited kisses and nuzzles from him as they chopped, stirred and tasted their creations. 

At the meal’s conclusion she allowed him to shepherd her into the bedroom.  He took the lead in foreplay, sucking and kissing as she alternately tittered and gasped her approval.  He chose when to begin the fuck but took her more gently.  She helped with his chore, reinforcing his thrusts by pulling him to her with her interlocked legs. 

He gave her respite when she was overwhelmed with by an orgasm, pausing his vigorous stroking until she rejoined him.  Two lesser spasms wracked her body before he surrendered to the exigencies of nature and released his seed into her body.  His own body bucked violently as the shocks of pleasure leapt the length of his cock into his abdomen.  Holding her tightly, he steadied himself while he waited for his recovery.  He felt purged and even pardoned.

“Mmm, much better,” she murmured as they cuddled afterward.  “Now that we’re all happily fucked, I’ll tell you what I found out.”

It was a week later that she dropped him off at the airport.  Except for his sandals, he was naked in the warm sunlight.  His whole body was smooth from a fresh shave.  Thanks to Steph’s solicitude, his cock was “fluffed up” in a chubby, distended state.  It bobbed confidently as he strode to his destination. 

The pleasant motion of his member causes him to recall their parting exchange.  Steph had straightened up from sucking his cock but continued to grip it earnestly.  Her concern was obvious.

“Okay.  Now remember, use your sex.  For you, it can be a deal closer.”

He had grinned and kissed her, suppressing an urge to say “yes, Mom.”  He was quite amused.  After all, he was a man in a women’s world.  He used his sex instinctively.  Reminding him to provide sexual favors for advantage was like reminding a duck in the water to paddle.

The airport was a private operation with one runway. Its margins were decorated with brightly colored single engine planes and drab, low buildings. 

The front office was populated by one paunchy, older naked guy who seemed to be sorting through some files.  The denizen looked up and swept his visitor with an appraising gaze.  In response to Pilot’s inquiry, he jerked a thumb over his shoulder indicating a long, narrow corridor paved with discolored tiles.

“The office at the end on the left,” was the extent of his conversation.

Pilot parked his foot ware under the coat rack and padded to the designated office.  The door was open.  The sole occupant was a rather broad middle aged Afro woman who sat behind the metal desk with a phone jammed in her ear.

Her eyes flashed over him.  She said something into the phone along the lines of “I can do that” before waving him in and indicating the visitor’s chair directly in front of her desk.  Pilot did a quick calculation and pulled the chair back away from the desk a few inches.  Sitting, he kept his legs well apart, the better to display his assets.  He saw his host take note.

Stephanie had networked her way into contact with people in the aviation game.  The end of her series of phone calls and meetings was this private airport.  It carried on the usual enterprises – charters, air tours, hangering and maintenance and of course flying lessons.  Steph had tentatively worked out a deal for Pilot to work here and get what he wanted most.  Now it was up to him to close that deal.  He felt the pressure, but his confidence had not deserted him.  This was going to get locked down – now.

Finally, his companion cradled the phone and looked at him.  He sensed her practiced shrewdness.

“I guess you’re the messiah I was told to expect.”

The challenge was evident, but she seemed to deliver her comment with some amusement.  He rose from his seat and took a step toward her desk with his hand extended.

“I don’t know what you were told, but I’m Peter Kravitz and you must be Ms. Morgan.  Pleased to meet you.”  She leaned forward to grip his hand perfunctorily.  “And I’m here about a job.”

As he resumed his seat, she remained leaning forward in hers.  Her forearms rested on the desk framing her exceptional buxomness as she watched him closely.  He sat back and laid his forearms on the arm rests.  He knew that would keep his cock the center of attention.

“Well, for the record, what kind of job are you looking for?”

“I want to get into the flying business.  I want to learn everything I can about it and I’m willing to start at the bottom.”

“You want to be a pilot, don’t you?”

“That’s right.  An airline pilot, eventually.”  He saw where this was going.  “I know that costs a lot of money that I don’t have, so I’m looking for a work-learn arrangement.”

She rocked back in her chair while she framed her reply.

“What’s in it for me and my business?”

“I learn fast and work hard – and I’m personable.  Since business is person-to-person, I can be an asset if you put me out in front.”

She regarded him narrowly, then her gaze drifted lower.  He picked up on her thought process.  He casually touched his cock.

“And this is one of the person-to-person assets I bring to the party,” he added.

“I can see you’re loaded with personality and I’m sure you know how to use that thing, but I need steak, not just sizzle.”

“I know you can’t fly by charm.  You have to know what you’re doing, technically.  You’ve seen my transcript.  I can learn tough things.  I know I can fly.  If I do, I can earn my keep in the air.  I’ll train, fly charters – whatever.”

“You’re going to have to start lower than that.  You’re going to have to show you can learn the little jobs first.”

“If you mean my first job will be on the end of deck broom, I’m okay with that. “

She nodded.

“While you’re sweeping, you’re going to have to show me you understand how things work and then how to make things better.”

He did his best to sound confident.  “Fair enough.”

She got to her feet, indicating the conclusion of the interview.  He mimicked her move.

“You’ll talk to my partner next.  I’ll take you over there.”

He trailed her back down the hallway through the front office where his host nodded to the clerk and stated her intention to go “over to the shop.”  Pilot quickly decided to leave his sandals where they were.  Unadorned birthday suit sent the best message.

As he followed the boss through the door, he noted that she really wasn’t as heavy as she appeared behind the desk.  Her broad shoulders and heavy bosom gave way rather quickly to a noticeably narrower waist.  Admittedly, the back end was rather ample but the chino-clad legs were reasonably shaped with thin ankles.  He could fuck her if he had to.

She glanced sidelong at him as he caught up and fell in step.  Checking out the old package again, he thought with satisfaction.

The walkway was asphalt but clear of rubble, so the walking was easy.  The sun had not had time to make it too hot for bare feet.

Ms. Morgan assumed the role of tour guide, highlighting the appointments of her facility.  The tone of their interaction was increasingly relaxed.  Pilot began to feel more collegial toward his escort, daring to ask probing questions about the operation.  She answered frankly without hesitation.

“You usually look this good?” she asked abruptly as they turned down the walkway to their destination.

He wasn’t sure what she meant.

“No, probably not.  My girlfriend made sure I was all trimmed up to look my best.  Of course, if my job involves meeting the public I can look like this every day.”

“You’ve got a pretty package.”  She nodded at his crotch.  “A guy with your assets has a lot possibilities.”

Pilot thrust his pelvis slightly, causing his cock to wag with more authority.

“Possibilities are what I’m open to,” he said, hoping his tone carried the deeper meaning.  He concentrated on his cock and felt it distending.  It gradually began to lift.  He was sure his companion noticed.

The hanger they entered featured a caramel-and-brown plane with a raised engine cowling as a center piece.  A tall mobile toolbox and freestanding electronic analyzers huddled solicitously nearby.  Amongst them, two coveralled women moved back and forth.

“Francine …” Ms. Morgan waited for the taller of the two to turn to them.  That didn’t happen before Pilot noted her well-shaped ass.  Her tits were quite nice, too, when they swung into view. “This is Peter Kravitz.”

His new acquaintance swept him with a cool glance.  He didn’t notice her reaction to his sex organ because he was struck by her appearance.  Her height – maybe an inch or so  greater than his – was just the beginning.  Her smooth, mocha skin was drawn over high, round cheek bones and surrounded long-tailed, heavy-lidded unexpectedly light hazel gray eyes.  Her hair was pulled back close to her skull giving her a classic sculpted look.  It was obvious that she was decades younger than her partner.

Francine’s full lips drew back slightly from her sparkling white teeth as she extended a long-fingered hand to him. 

“Pleased to meet you, Peter Kravtiz.”  Her low greeting, carefully pronouncing his full name carried a hint of sardonic humor that caused his guard to come up.

Her hand was as cool as her gaze, but there was undeniable electric in their touching.  He felt his crotch come alive.

“Nice meeting you, too.”  He managed to keep his voice level.

As their hands disengaged, he saw her eyes go back to his cock.  Without looking himself, he knew his member was giving him away.  It must have been nearly horizontal by then.  She seemed mildly amused when her eyes returned to his face.

The other girl mechanic was “Shelby” who only nodded an unsmiling greeting as she wiped her hands on a rag.  Ms. Morgan did little more than enjoin her partner to “bring him up front when you’re done.”  Before she took her leave and advised Pilot that it had been nice talking to him and that she would see him later.

“Can you take it from here?” the tall woman asked the shorter one.  After receiving an affirmative murmur, she turned back to Pilot.

“Let’s go in the office,” she said to him as she set off across the hanger.  The coolness in her manner persisted.

He hurried to catch up to walk abreast of her, but she was silent until the door closed behind them.  She didn’t invite him to sit.  For her part, she propped her ass against the desk and crossed her arms over her breasts.  That’s when she fixed him with a glare.

“Okay, cards on the table.  Your girlfriend schmoozed the owner to grease the way for you.  Unless you take a dump on the floor, you’re gonna get hired here.  The question I have for you is why I shouldn’t just use you as my personal dildo until a find a reason to fire you.”

Pilot let a beat go by before he replied.  In the real world, she was right.  A typical guy on the job is expected to give his boss – or any other female that mattered – sex.  Pilot himself had fucked the superintendant on his current job more than a few times.  The rationale was that men had to be sexually disarmed regularly to keep them compliant.  In fact, it was more often than not an opportunity for women to gratuitously exploit men.  Of course, men being what they are, it was not a completely repugnant arrangement to most guys.  The rub lay in the case of a man like Pilot who had ambitions beyond being a sex toy.

“I’ve got no problem with giving you or any other woman sex.  I’m a guy and that’s what guys do.  And I like to think I’m not half bad at satisfying a woman.  But you can only fuck so much in a day.  If I’m on the payroll, you might as well use the rest of my time to your – and your company’s – advantage.”  He paused for the space of a breath before continuing.  “I’m a bundle of raw talent and potential.  If you give me a serious chance you might be pleasantly surprised.”  He allowed himself an ironic smile.  “That will give you two reasons to smile.”

When his companion lifted and cocked her well-shaped head, when her lips parted in a slow smile, he knew he had scored his point.

“If nothing else, you’re smooth.  That might mean you’re smart.  It might mean you’re just sly.  I hear you want to fly.  When you fly you are meeting Mother Nature on her terms.  She’s doesn’t issue points for being glib.  You’re either on the right side or the wrong side of the laws of physics.  When you’re on the wrong side, you die.  I teach the flying school around here.  If you don’t convince me that you have the right stuff, you’ll never get a chance to dig a hole with a plane.”

“I’m clear on that.  It’s all on me.”  He tried to sound crisp and sure.

His interviewer broke the mood by shifting to half-sit on the desk edge, turning to face him head-on.  Her gaze also softened.  She tossed him a few softballs by asking about his current employment and education.  Then she asked how long he’d been with Stephanie.  When he admitted it was only a matter of weeks, her interest was piqued.

“She really went to bat for you.  What do you suppose she likes about you?”

“I don’t know.”  He was suddenly wary.  “All I’ve shown her is that I’m good company and I know how to please her in bed.”

His host deployed that slow, knowing smile once more.

“No chance that it’s love?”  When he stiffened without replying, her smile broadened.  “That’s a woman’s weakness.  The smartest, most accomplished, hardest boiled woman will go all in for a guy she loves.  I think you got yourself loved.”

She let that observation hang in the air for a moment before she roused herself to stand up.

“Okay, enough of the preliminaries.  It’s time you showed me what you’ve got under the hood, boy.”

As she spoke, she leaned across the desk and opened a top drawer.  Pilot recognized the foil packet that she pulled out and placed on the front edge of the desk.  Then she straightened up and fixed him with a meaningful look as she briskly pulled down the full length zipper of her coveralls.

When her pink bra peeked out, Pilot knew what was required of him.  He returned her gaze as he closed the distance between them with measured strides.  The coveralls peeled off her shoulders smoothly and slid down her arms.  He let them hang from her hips as he reached around her to pop her bra clasp.  Their noses nearly touched.  Her eyes flicked back and forth over his face as she felt the results of his efforts.

The return route of his hands passed over her shoulders, guiding the bra straps down her arms.  Both of them looked down to watch as her breasts were revealed.  Those breasts lived up to their promise – nicely shaped, firm with very suckable nipples.  He indulged his impulse and bent to apply his mouth to each of them in turn.

The head of his fully erect cock bumped into her abdomen as he lifted her outer garment off her hips and let it fall to her ankles.  He acknowledged her matching pink bikini panties by stroking her pussy lips through them.  His fingers trailed along her inner thigh as he knelt to her work shoes.  She reacted with a wiggle and a gasp.

When the laces were undone and her feet extracted, there was the matter of her socks.  When the first came off, he lightly stroked to sole of her foot.  She jerked and that smile exploded in spite of herself.

“Stop … tickles …,” she half begged with a giggle.

At last, the rest of the offending garment lay puddled around her feet.  She was leaning against the desk when from his kneeling position he reached up for the waistband of her panties.  Her ass obligingly broke contact with her support to let the silky undergarment be drawn down her legs.  The smooth cleft of her pussy made its debut.  He watched it intently as he disengaged the panties from around her ankles.

The sound she made as his mouth engaged her cunt was like a kitten’s mew.  Encouraged, he shifted his face upward to lap her clit while a middle finger slipped inside her.  Locating the right spot, he worked his digit back and forth over it.   She squirmed and became progressively wetter.

Deeming his partner sufficiently prepared, he regained his feet to maneuver her up on the desk.  She accepted his mute coaching and lay back.  Her legs looped around him, signaling her receptiveness to copulation.  Pilot guided his cock to her moist opening and prepared to enter.                                                                

“Uh, the rubber …?” she suggested pointedly.

In answer, he looked her directly in the eyes and pushed.  She flinched and caught her breath as he entered her.

“I have a strict ‘no condoms’ policy,” he told her in an easy voice.  “If I fuck a girl, she’s got to take my stuff.”

He gave another thrust.  She was opening nicely.  Her eyes became unfocused as her lids descended.  He took that as acquiescence. His next stroke was smooth and slow.  When it ended he was all the way in.  Working her cunt with the root of his cock, he allowed his lips to curl upward ever so slightly.

“You feel really good,” he murmured as he began to fuck her.

Her face softened and her eyes closed completely as her body began to rock under the influence of his strokes.  When her legs tightened around him to assist with his thrusts, he knew she had agreed that he was doing the right thing.

Leaning into her, he wrapped his hands around her waist to pull her to him as he fucked.  Having her thus under control he varied his ministrations to bring her up.  Reading her reactions, he found what he wanted.  He began to pound her with purpose.

“Oh, oh, oh ,,, OH!”

Her cunt gripped his cock tightly as her body stiffened.  Then came the thrashing.  He held on gamely, grinding against her persistently to make sure his cock was well up inside her during the tumult of her climax.

As soon as her cunt grip relaxed, he resumed stroking her.  Serenely confident of the outcome he continued to assault his subdued partner waiting for the indication of his own climax.  It announced itself as a heaviness, then a tingle and finally the welling. 

He faltered as his cock exploded with its first jet of semen.  Gasping and fighting to remain engaged as his knees softened, he endured the blinding pleasure of his follow-on spurts.  Even after he was empty, his ejaculatory muscles continued to spasm trying to expel non-existent semen.

As their panting breaths slowed, their eyes reconnected.  He found the way her breasts moved in step with her breathing very appealing.  Her legs had relaxed their surrounding grip on his midsection.  He did not take the hint however. His hands continued grip her waist and hold her tight to his crotch while his cock softened within her cunt.  For emphasis, he worked his member into her with mini strokes.

Her eyes continued to engage his as she clenched her vaginal muscles.  It had the effect of expelling his cock from within her.  He tried to push back against the challenge but was ultimately betrayed by his shrinking member.  He relented and stepped back from her.  Her legs disengaged from around him but she remained reclining on the desktop for a moment.  Finally, she rose on one elbow and then sat up.

“Good fuck, Peter Kravitz.  I like the way you rise to a challenge – no pun intended.”  She regarded him steadily as she spoke.

“Thanks.  And I like a woman who doesn’t just lay there and take it.”

“In that case, I think we’re going to get along fine.”

She used her arms to boost herself off the desk.  Once on her feet, she extended a hand to him.

“Welcome aboard, Peter.”

He liked the authoritative way her breasts stood out from her chest and the way she took a confident spread-legged stance.  He took her hand firmly.

“Thanks.  Good to be aboard.  But call me ‘Pilot.’”

She raised an eyebrow, but merely replied “Okay, Pilot.”

They cleaned up in the restroom off the office.  He hooked her bra when she turned to wordlessly solicit his assistance.  Once that was accomplished, he allowed his hands to run down her flanks.  She glanced over her shoulder with that slight, knowing smile.   

“Easy, boy.  You’ll have plenty of opportunity to feel me.  We’ve fooled around enough for now.”

Once she was again arrayed in her coveralls and work shoes, she casually reached out and gave his cock a tug.

“Let’s go talk to Mom.”

Surprised, Pilot remarked on the familial relationship between the women. 

“Oh, this airport is family affair,” was the matter-of-fact reply.  “Shelby’s my cousin, her mom, my aunt does the books and I guess you saw Dad in the front office.”

“That guy’s your father?”

“So my mom tells me,” she admitted as they made their way back to the admin building.  “He and Mom had a hot thing going back when they were young and beautiful and I was the result.  But Dad still had that male allergy to responsibility going on, so he took off for a while.  He did the complete route of drugs and alcohol while he sowed all of that wild semen.  He was in touch occasionally, though, and Mom kept the light in the window.  He finally came back for good when I was a teenager.  He’s been well behaved since then.”

Pilot digested that revelation as the admin building came into sight.

“So there’s no Mr. Francine that married into your family fortune?”

She dropped her eyes and tried on a self-conscious smile.

“Not much of a fortune.  Mom and I only have a minority stake in the place.  And there’s not much money in private aviation.  You have to love this business.  It’s kind of like the circus or undertaking – you do it because your family’s in it and always has been.”

Pilot held the door for his companion.  Reflecting that she had evaded the main point of his question, he decided he now understood the situation.  Put your game face on and seal this deal, he thought.

Chapter 5

Steph subjected him to a multi-kiss attack when he related his starting date at his new job.  She particularly approved of the fact that he had negotiated a firm arrangement for starting flight training.  He endured much needless advice on how to proceed and conduct his affairs both before and after he reported to work.  Eventually, a few glasses of wine tamed her excitement and raised her ardor.  She was a very affectionate fuck.

The following weekend saw a new mutual personal best for amount of sex engaged in.  When they finally parted, the reminiscence of the sex was not what dominated his thoughts.  Of course, the tingle in his urethra and the vague ache in his balls were ample reminder of that.  But his real sense of satisfaction came from the sense of empowerment – even of equality – with regard to women that sex gave him. 

He took to his new job with vengeance.  His concentration could not have been more intense.  Quickly, he fell into a pattern of arriving early and staying late.  The number of hours for which he was paid paled next to the hours worked. 

 As his understanding of airport operations grew, so did his self-confidence.  He never found it necessary to ask a question more than once.  His astuteness was noted by his employers and quickly gained him acceptance.

His feeling of empowerment blossomed in the warmth of Steph’s admiration.  With time the suggestion that Francine had made about his girlfriend’s being in love with him sounded more plausible.  He began to accept that the feeling might be mutual even though he was fucking his boss three or four times a week.

When Steph began to suggest that they set up housekeeping together, Pilot fended her off.  He was apprehensive about that kind of commitment.  However, even though she didn’t press, the prospect of formalizing their arrangement to that extent continued to nag at him.  He vacillated between accepting the inevitable and rehearsing a speech in which he would tell her that they should see less of each other for a while.  Neither of those occurred.

Francine was a solicitous trainer.  She recognized his potential and hard work.  On days when he would be confronting a major test, she would take to her knees and suck his cock until he reached a blinding climax.  He found that routine wonderfully relaxing and mind-clearing.

On the day he performed the first solo of his flight training it was clear that Francine was inclined to express her approval in a special way.  They fornicated in the grass in the early Autumn shade behind the maintenance hanger.  It was a lazy session and he took his time.  When he had spent himself inside her, he lay on top of her and drowsed.

When she stirred under him, he awoke abruptly.  A scrap of a dream fled unrecalled.  His cock had gone limp and fallen out of his partner’s wet cunt.  His sweat oiled her naked skin.  She was lulling deliciously on her back, obviously receptive to him.  But he took notice of none of that.  He was resolved.  He would ask – no, tell – Steph that it was time they lived together.

He remembered the day he moved in that the news was dominated by coordinated demonstrations by men’s groups in various cities nationwide.  Many donned clothes –  including women’s clothes – to protest the lack of opportunity for males.  A smattering of female sympathizers also participated.  A few of the bolder women showed up in the nude.  The police – many of them males – dispersed the persistent demonstrators with dogs, tear gas and water cannon accompanied by large numbers of arrests. 

Tony volunteered to help him move.  It was hardly necessary given the meager state of Pilot’s possessions, but he accepted his friend’s help gladly.  Steph joined in the sorting and sequestering of her new roommate’s kit.  Some beer and a pizza joined the gathering and soon conviviality made its appearance.

Steph declared that the ambient temperature was too high for anything but what the guys were wearing.  Her clothing comingled in a heap as her naked body made its appearance.  Tony made a point of trying not to stare at his friend’s woman, but his cock ultimately betrayed him.  Steph chuckled at his predicament and offered to make amends. 

Pilot watched as his woman teased his friend’s body and then lay back to be penetrated.  She favored Pilot with several smiling glances as she danced through the familiar process of being fucked.  As soon as she was receiving regular thrusts from Tony, she beckoned him.  His sympathetically rigid cock swayed as he approached the trysters. 

Tony was in the zone, pounding Steph’s cunt fiercely.  Head turned aside, Steph exchanged tongue kisses with Pilot while her hand groped for his member.  He took the hint, stood and then leaned over the sofa to brace himself against its back.  She in turn took charge of guiding him into her mouth.  She sucked until the shocks of her orgasm caused her to break off.  He took his cock back and finished himself off.

“Hey, bro, I never thought we’d double end a bitch together.  It was great.”

Pilot just smiled at his friend as they were leave-taking outside Steph’s house.  Tony suddenly appeared awkward.

“Thanks, Pilot, for being okay with me doing your woman.”

“No problem, buddy,” Pilot replied, feeling a renewed bond with his friend.  “The lady makes the choice.  We just supply the cock when she calls for it.”

 “You and Tony looked good fucking.  Of course, you look good fucking anybody.”

He made a point of sounding conversational as though nothing out of the ordinary happened, but the challenge was there.  Steph didn’t miss a beat as she continued cleaning up the residue of their meal.

“Your buddy has been eyeing me up since we met.  I figured I’d give him a mercy jump so he wouldn’t get into obsessing about me.”

“Well, he left here a happy man.”

Her reply came out of a knowing smile.

“Unless I’m misreading the situation, he wasn’t the only happy man in the room.”

Still naked, she abandoned her task and crossed to him. Her arms slipped around his neck.  After she delivered a peck on the corner of the mouth, she drew her head back and looked him in the eye.

“I want everyone you like to like me.  I don’t want you losing any relationships because we’re setting up housekeeping.  Nipping sexual tension in the bud is a good way to keep things cool.”

He was acutely aware that her mons was pressed against his cock.  Her nipples were against his chest.  He was thinking how smart she was.  In that moment he loved and desired her more than any time previously.  Their “house warming” fuck was very good.

They married a year almost to the day that their co-habitation began.  Steph had waited until her pregnancy was confirmed before proposing marriage.  Even if he were so inclined, he could hardly refuse under the circumstances.

Since they put together the wedding very quickly, his bride still looked quite slim in her hip-hugging white, full length skirt.  Only a very sheer veil hung down over her bare shoulders and breasts as she waited at the altar for his mother to deliver him.  Thanks to the prior ministrations of the bridal attendants, his cock swung stiffly as he strode down the aisle.

Steph held his cock as he promised to love, honor and obey her and then slipped the ceremonial ring over his cock head and up his shaft.  She deftly pulled his balls through the retaining ring, making a neat job of the whole affair.

By the time the nuptials were held, Pilot was licensed and flying regularly.  Charters were the premium assignments but the air tours and sky diving transports filled out his schedule – and contributed precious flying time to his log. 

It helped that he gained a following among airport patrons.  Some women seemed to be titillated by the prospect of being flown by a naked male.  Pilot turned up the wattage on his personality in those situations.  Where he detected it, he never failed to feed whatever sexual fantasies his customers harbored concerning him.  If the circumstances were right and the customer interested, he didn’t hesitate to step up to make those fantasies a reality.  He found that sexually satisfied customers tended to be repeat customers.

Pilot learned early on that Sharon Dunbar was the majority shareholder in the airport.  It was one of her smaller holdings.  She maintained ownership because she liked the chic of not only owning a private plane, but also hangering it at her own airport.  Her typical visit to the airstrip, however, lasted only long enough for her to step from her chauffeur-driven car into her plane and later reverse the process.  Pilot also learned that it was she who was at the end of Step’s networking chain that got him the job.

It was her plane that interested Pilot.  A twin engine jet commuter was the next step in his professional experience and Ms. Dunbar owned the only one that used this facility.  He began to explore the possibilities with Ms. Morgan.  The latter assented to arrange an introduction.  It took place in their quarry’s office.

Ms. Dunbar’s balance sheet was only slightly more impressive than she herself.  Although well into her forties with short, prematurely gray hair, she was whip thin and nearly always wore close-fitting black clothes. She was not exceptionally tall, but the high heels on all of her foot ware not only conferred height, but also her air of command authority.

When Pilot’s boss introduced them, Ms. Dunbar kept her seat, only leaning forward to accept Pilot’s proffered hand.  He remained standing while his new acquaintance looked him over.  His well-plumped cock apparently garnered her approval. 

She invited them to sit and Ms. Morgan began to report on the airport’s operations.  She invited Pilot to add amplifying details, providing cover for his presence.  A young naked black man displaying an impressive erection slipped into the room to dispense a tray of refreshments.  Ms. Dunbar’s gaze traveled to him and checked out his hard-on before she thanked him by name.  The lingering glance she bestowed on her visitors seemed to inquire if they got the message.  Pilot did.

“But don’t you primarily fly?” she abruptly asked Pilot as they took up their coffee cups.

Pilot promptly acknowledged the correctness of her perception.  Then he modestly added that he was learning all he could about flying and the business of aviation.  He offered a thumbnail of his experience.  She took the bait.

“So you’ve never done jets?”

“No, but I’m very interested in getting into them.”  He let less than a beat go by before adding, “I see you’ve got a nice one.”

She continued to look at him steadily as she framed a slow reply.

“You should come down sometime and take a ride with us.  Maybe we can get you into the pusspit.”

By the time he had finished his earnest affirmation of his desire to do so, she had set down her cup and turned back to Ms. Morgan.  Her long fingers continued to stroke the handle as they conversed. 

When their business concluded, Pilot was surprised that Ms. Dunbar had failed to make the connection between him and the anonymous male she had sponsored for employment sight unseen.  He wasn’t surprised however when he was invited to co-pilot her jet a few days later.  

Pilot was acquainted with Ms. Shay, the female captain, from previous business at the airport.  A mid-to-late forties woman with dark, straight red hair, she tended to wear uniforms that were too tight for her squat, not very toned frame. 

Shay had always dealt with him and the other airstrip personnel with cool detachment.  It was apparent that she held herself on a higher level.  Today it was clear that she was not in favor of their new relationship.

Orders were orders, however, so despite her distain she checked him out on the controls.  He’d done his homework, so he was able to demonstrate precocious familiarity.  She grudgingly acknowledged that before warning him to keep his hands off during the flight.  Sharon Dunbar’s plane-side arrival interrupted them before he could frame a rejoinder to her injunction.  Pilot followed Shay into the cabin to greet their passenger.  Screened by the captain’s body, he was able to give his cock a few furtive pumps to make it presentable.

Their boss was alone.  From experience, Pilot knew that she was usually accompanied by a boy-toy.  Even before her cat-eying-the-canary greeting, he knew he would have a role to play after they landed.  This was, after all, an overnight trip.

Pilot was attentive and competent during check-out and take-off.   Once they had leveled off he did his best to charm his companion.  She acknowledged his conversation with only monosyllables.  Finally she addressed him.

“Listen,” she said, “I know you want to fly this ship, but you’re not here to fly.  The boss lady brought you along to warm her bed and stretch her cunt.  Your flight qualifications are hanging there between your legs.”

“You seem pretty sure of that,” he non-questioned.  Then he smiled thinly.  “It’s true I probably can fly this thing with my cock, but I’m better with my hands.”

She snorted an appreciation of his comment.

“Look,” he continued.  “You’re right that she has me along to provide a little diversity in her fuck life and I plan to accommodate her.  But I’m as serious as a heart attack about flying and I need experience with this craft.  That means I’m going to do whatever I have to to get more rides in it.  Therefore you and I are going to be an item.  You can fight that or you can make it easy on both of us.  I’m going to have the kind of access to her that you won’t have – through her cunt.  Give me a chance and my pillow talk with Dunbar will include favorable mention of you.  Otherwise …”

He ended with a shrug.  Her eyes narrowed.

“Is that a threat?”

He realized that he needed to back off, but he did not hurry his reply.

“I’m saying I’ll do what I have to and sleep with who I have to get what I want.  If you were a guy you’d understand that.  But the bottom line is that getting time in this ship is just a means to an end for me.  As soon as I get together some qualifications, I’m moving on.  The more you play ball with me, the sooner you’re rid of me for good.”

She continued to regard him steadily as she took a long breath.  When he saw the tension leave her body, he knew he had achieved a breakthrough.

“You sure that’s all you want?” she asked quietly.

He matched her tone with his level reply. 

“Absolutely.  Your job is not on my agenda.”

“Okay, then, Hot Shot.  Let’s see if you can do anything other than fuck.”

He tried to suppress his smile they both turned back to the controls.

It was dusk when they landed.  A chill breeze greeted them when they alighted from the plane.  Pilot hefted his shoulder bag and hoped they would go indoors quickly.  He had worn only a pair of shoes and his cap with the airstrip logo.  His cock retreated against him for warmth.

The car arrived in minutes.  Ms. Dunbar nodded to Pilot to join her, indicating that the captain would look after the plane.  Pilot glanced back at the captain as he climbed into the car.  She only gave a slight shrug before turning away.

“How did Jennifer treat you?” his host asked after they were underway.

“Uh, oh, Captain Shay was fine.  We got to an understanding pretty quickly.  She let me fly and showed me a few things.”

He concluded that was a satisfactory reply when Ms. Dunbar nodded.

“She can be a little proprietary.  It’s good if you were able to deal with that.”

Her eyes traveled down his front to his crotch.  After that pregnant pause she changed the subject.

“So, now we’ve got to get rested up for tomorrow – for my meeting and your flight home.”

“I’m ready for little R&R,” he agreed, meeting her eyes.

Their driver was a mousey slip named Marianne.  It turned out she was also Ms. Dunbar’s assistant who had gone on ahead to make the arrangements.  Listening to their interaction, Pilot concluded that Marianne was a sycophant who would probably dive naked into a vat of flaming oil if her boss hinted she should.

At Ms. Dunbar’s direction, Pilot was given a key card to her room.  It was stipulated that his roommate would join him as soon as she “went over a few things” with Marianne.  The latter was clutching a portfolio as if her life depended on it.  On his way up to the room, he wondered if there were lesbian aspects to the women’s relationship. 

By turns, Pilot made himself presentable and then comfortable as he awaited his benefactor’s arrival.  He mentally rehearsed a few possible approaches to foreplay, all the while knowing that the woman would set the agenda once she arrived and it would be up to him to improvise a response.

The noise at the door preceded Ms. Dunbar’s entrance.  He greeted her from his seat on the sofa.  She parked her shoulder bag on a chair and crossed to stand directly in front of him.

“Ready for your R&R?” she asked as she reached around behind her waist with both hands.  Her lips professed the thinnest smile.

“Yes, I believe I am.” 

He watched while the snug waist of the long, black skirt suddenly relaxed.  Her hands guided the open garment over her hips before releasing it to slide to the floor around her high heeled boots.  Ms. Dunbar’s pussy was clean shaven.

She closed the distance between them with a couple of deliberate strides.

“In that case, let’s invite your friend to the party.”

He opened his legs wider as she moved to kneel in front of him.  Her eyes met his as she lifted his cock to her descending lips.  His member began to stiffen at once.

His chest was heaving with labored breaths when she regained her feet.  Planting one knee on the seat beside him, her hand located his shoulder for support before she completed her straddle of his hips.  The finger tips of the remaining hand guided his swaying cock to its maximum vertical orientation. 

She used his cockhead to trace her open slit before pointing it at her entrance.  His hands gripped her thighs while his eyes watched hers.  Her face betrayed no change as he felt her come down on him.  The sensation of his cockhead’s becoming moist and encased raised his arousal.

Ms. Dunbar’s sexual prowess quickly became apparent.  The way she rotated and gyrated as she fucked herself on his cock left no doubt of that.  In moments she was emitted throaty squeals and his gasps were scarcely less audible.  He joined her, stroking vigorously whenever he could manage it amid her whirl of motion.

When her need became too great, she leaned forward and gave way to straight, rapid pumps.  He seconded her efforts, meeting each stroke with a thrust of his own.  That took its toll on him.  The welling in his cock was irresistible.  Tightening his grip on her waist, he attempted to hold her while he spurted.  She could not be contained, however. Her body dashed repeatedly against his while she emitted strangled screams.  As he pressed into her at the peak of his passion he realized that she was cuming with him.

Slumped against him, he was nearly suffocated against her blouse as she gasped and panted.  At last she leaned back and looked at him.  As she did so, her eyes gained focus and her breathing slowed.

“I’ve been wanting to ride your cock since the first time I saw it.”  Her voice came out in a hiss that sounded almost menacing.  “Fortunately it didn’t disappoint.”

Any inclination toward jocularity died under that pronouncement.  He’d never considered sex a deadly serious undertaking before.  His perspective began to adjust with respect to Ms. Dunbar.

“Glad you liked it,” he replied neutrally.

She seemed not to have heard him as she raised herself off his lap and backed onto her feet.  His limp cock flopped onto his thigh.  She took note of that development before turning and stooping to retrieve her skirt.

She was sideways to him and starting off in the direction of the bathroom when she spoke.

“Let’s get cleaned up.  I’m starving.”

Chapter 6

Marianne joined them for dinner.  Close up Pilot decided that the assistant wasn’t half bad looking.  A bit on the short side of average height, her straight, blunt cut chestnut hair showed stylishly streaked color.  She was fuller figured than he first thought, displaying some inviting roundness to her hips and breasts.  The glasses she had been wearing earlier were gone, allowing a clear view of her deep brown eyes and their generous fringe of lashes.  On reflection, he decided that she was not much if any older than he.

Of course, Ms. Dunbar directed the conversation which ranged from high level financial trends to how good it felt to finally get fucked by someone who knows how.  She emphasized her approval of the latter development by stroking Pilot’s thigh.  Her pinky tickled his cock as she did so.  It caused him to achieve a pleasant chubbiness.  Since he had deferentially taken the center position in the semi-circular booth, Marianne was able to note the state of his genitals, which she did frequently but furtively. 

The younger woman contributed single sentence observations on the financial and business topics and only uncomfortable silence to the explicit sexual revelations.  Pilot did his best to participate in the repartee.  He related the business topics to his experience operating the airport and thanked Ms. Dunbar for her generous approval of their fuck.  He caught a quizzical glance from the younger of his companions after the latter remark.  She did have quite nice eyes.

Mindful of circumstances, he studiously avoided alcohol, pleading that he would be flying tomorrow.  Ms. Dunbar sardonically saluted his forbearance by raising her wine glass.  Nevertheless, she eventually limited herself to one glass.  Pilot had the feeling that she might be less than congenial company if she drank her fill.  He knew the characteristics of a potentially ugly drunk.

As their entrees disappeared, his boss turned her attention to Marianne.  She expressed her approval of her assistant’s decision to forgo her eye glasses. 

“You look so much better without them.  You should wear those contacts all the time,” Ms. Dunbar insisted.  “Don’t you think so, Pilot?”

He took the opportunity to look Marianne directly in the face.  She quickly averted her gaze as he heartily agreed with his employer.

“And I like that outfit much better.  The lower cut suits you,” Ms. Dunbar continued.  “But that skirt could come up a couple inches.  You have good legs, you should show more of them.”

The younger woman was squirming with embarrassment as the dishes were cleared.

“Okay, okay, I get it,” she finally said peevishly, eyes firmly fixed on the center of the table.

Ms. Dunbar’s phone interrupted the exchange.  She scrutinized the face plate.

“I have to take this,” she said as she slid out of the booth.  To the phone: “Hold on.  I’ll be right with you.” Lowering the phone she instructed her associate to pay the bill and await her return.

“She gets pretty personal with you,” Pilot offered sympathetically as soon as Ms. Dunbar was out of earshot.

Marianne looked up at him and then away.

“I guess that’s a mother’s prerogative.  I just wish she didn’t always do that in front of others.”

Pilot quickly covered his surprise at the women’s consanguine relationship.  Apparently it was assumed that he knew.

“Maybe you’re too close,” he covered smoothly.  “Why do you work for her?”

She checked the bill before covering it with her credit card.

“I work for her because she wants me to.  She’s always gotten what she wants – even when she was a teenager.  I’m here because she decided she was going to give herself a baby for her 16^th birthday.  She got her unsuspecting boyfriend to knock her up and then told her parents she was going to keep the baby regardless of what they thought.”

“That’s pretty assertive,” Pilot agreed, his cock beginning to show signs of life.  “How’d her boyfriend take it?”

“He wasn’t ready for any family scene at 17.  That suited her fine.  She dumped him almost as soon as the pregnancy was confirmed.”

“What happened to him?” He wanted to distract himself from the image of the teenaged Ms. Dunbar naked and being vigorously fucked.

“He died of an accidental OD a few years afterwards.  Sharon says she picked him because he was healthy and good looking, not because he was smart.”

He murmured something about being sorry to hear that as he followed her out of the booth and into the lobby.  As they came to a halt she looked at his cock and then up at his face.

“You seem smart, though,” she accused.  “Why are you being dragged around by your dick by an older woman?  Do you like being a sex toy?”

Pilot went on full alert.  Here it was – time for The Speech.

“It so happens,” he began levelly, “that I know exactly what I want.  There’s this little detail, though, that I’m a man in a women’s world.  I need women to like me or I’m not getting anywhere.  I use my sex and I don’t apologize for that.  If the women I’m dealing with want me to fuck them, I’m totally down with that.”  He paused and offered a tight smile.  “I happen to also like women and fucking very much, so it’s not tough duty.”  He allowed his smile to grow just a bit as he added: “And I’ve been assured I’m pretty good at it.  There are worse things than doing what you love and doing it well.”

His companion seemed to digest his declaration.  That reaction suffused him with satisfaction.  The Speech was developed in response to a challenge from Steph.  She pointed out that using sex to achieve his aims left him open to being considered a simple whore.  He needed, she insisted, a clear sense of purpose and design – as much for himself as for possible critics.

“I have to concede your point about being at a disadvantage because you’re a man,” Marianne offered at last.  “I guess men can’t expect to make it like a woman.”

“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t want to try to act like a woman.  I like having a penis and I like being pursued by women for sexual gratification.”

It was the younger woman’s turn to smile.

“You’re enjoying it because you’re a really charming guy with a very nice-looking cock who can have all the pussy you want.”  She waved at the member in question, but avoided contact.  “You wouldn’t be so mellow about being a guy if you weren’t so good at attracting women.”

He shrugged.

“If I weren’t good at that, I’d have to do something else.  But changing the subject slightly …” He mounted a knowing grin.  “I think you’ve been wanting to touch my cock since we sat down.  Why don’t you do it?”

Once again her gaze dropped to his cock.  This time she didn’t immediately look up.

“No, I couldn’t … I mean don’t want to …” she murmured hastily.

He took her wrist and gently guided her hand his cock.  The latter organ was beginning to assert itself noticeably.

“Go ahead,” he crooned softly.  “That what it’s there for.”

She watched her hand close around his stiffening shaft.  He released and patted her wrist as she imposed a tentative squeeze.

“It’s very nice.”  Her voice was slow and dreamy.  He liked her reaction.  So did his cock.

They both continued to watch her hand manipulate his organ until movement on the periphery of their vision caused them to look up simultaneously.  Ms. Dunbar, still clutching her phone, was watching them with amusement.  With a startled “oh”, Marianne released Pilot’s cock as though it had suddenly become red hot.

“That was such a cute scene I wish I’d had the presence of mind to take a picture,” the new arrival observed.  Then to her daughter:  “Why don’t you take him up to your room for the night, dear?  I think you’re due for a little relaxation.”

Marianne shook her head.

“No, he’s your toy.  You brought him to make you feel good.”

“Oh, but we can share,” Ms. Dunbar coaxed as though she were addressing a young child.  “I got a good poke earlier.  I’m good for now.  You take him.”

The younger woman suddenly flushed.

“Look at us, we’re discussing him like he’s the last cookie on the plate.  We shouldn’t be doing this.  He’s a person.  This is obscene.”

Ms. Dunbar glanced at Pilot.

“How about it, Pilot?  Do you feel demeaned and used?  Cheap?”

He had been waiting for his opening.  He made his reply sound careless.

“Well, I might feel all of those things, but right now I’m mainly horny.”

The older woman looked triumphant, but Pilot plowed on.

“If we’re talking about what’s fair and decent,” he continued, “I think Marianne has some making up to do.” When she looked at him in surprise, he continued.  “Good manners says that if a woman gets a man excited, she’s responsible to see he gets release.  In a rightly ordered world, Marianne owes me a fuck.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Ms. Dunbar said promptly.  “Young lady, for the sake of decent women everywhere, you need to do your duty.”

Once they were alone in the elevator, Pilot slipped an arm around the young woman’s waist.  She stood stiffly, arms folded watching the floor enunciator over the door.  He bused her cheek, then her neck.  After a moment, she tilted her head to afford him better access to the hollow of her neck.  He also noticed that she relaxed a bit.  She was bought in on this, he was sure.

“You know you’re just a horndog,” she said, addressing the elevator doors.  “That little speech you gave down there was so much bullshit.”

“Busted,” he whispered in her ear.  “I just wanted to fuck you.”

The elevator binged and the door slid open.  She glanced at his cock.  It was rigid and pressing against her hip.  Pilot glanced, too.  He was satisfied with the appearance of his member, well-veined and pointing slightly upward with the head flared into readiness.  She unfolded her arms and took his cock shaft in hand as she started for the corridor.

“Let’s go.”

He turned down the bed while she closeted herself in the bathroom.  She was naked and clutching her clothes when she emerged.  She didn’t look in his direction as she systematically hung and folded her garments.

Her ass was well shaped, he decided.  Her waist was rather short, which conspired with her short stature to convey the impression of dumpiness.  Nudity vindicated her innate sexiness, he concluded as he came up behind her and cupped her ass.  When she did not acknowledge him, he took a stance crosswise to her body with his phallus plying her hip.  Still stroking her ass cheek with one hand, he sent the other to slowly drag across her abdomen and down over her mons seeking her slit.  She opened her legs as she reached to hang her skirt.

“Hold on,” she told him in a husky voice.

Disengaging from his clutch she crossed to desk where her purse stood.  He followed her and continued to massage her posterior as she rummaged through her bag.  Her face developed a frown apparently as a result of an unsuccessful search.

“I don’t seem to have any rubbers,” she muttered.

“That’s okay.  I don’t use them.”  If possible, his cock strained with renewed hardening.

Her rummaging stopped as she looked up at him.

“Well, I need them because I’m not on birth control and this is a dangerous time of month.  Maybe we should call down to the desk.”

She squeaked with surprise as he swept her up in his arms.  Clutching at his neck, she watched him wide-eyed as he carried her to the bed and set her down.

“Let’s live dangerously,” he murmured as his lips descended to her neck and his hand slipped between her legs.

Her body stiffened at his touch, but as his finger began to work inside her and his lips plied her neck. She turned and reached for him.

“This is a bad idea.”  Her voice was breathy with arousal.  Her words notwithstanding, she rolled toward him and appropriated his cock. 

Pilot took his time with foreplay.  His mouth ministered to her nipples in a leisurely fashion before migrating down her front on a more serious mission.  The diligent application of finger fucking and clit lapping eventually elicited moans and shudders that were indicative of a pending .climax.  He continued his efforts until they were both on the verge of fatigue.  At that point, he determined it was time for the end game.

Positioning himself between her widely splayed legs, he used his cock head to probe her open.  She pressed herself toward him, registering her eagerness for his cock.  He leaned into her but was surprised by how tight she was.  Withdrawing and thrusting repeatedly, he managed to acquire enough of her moisture to facilitate his entry.

Her sigh signaled his complete insertion.  Concerned about his staying power in such a tight environment, he took long, slow strokes.  She was having none of it.  Eyes tightly closed, she responded by raising her legs and hooking her heels behind his ass.  Thus empowered, she urged him to greater frequency and stronger thrusts.  He surrendered to her demands and began to fuck her vigorously.

Kill shot flashed through his mind. Most of the men he knew referred to it that way.  Even before their high school sex ed, all guys knew about the position to assume at the point of release to maximize the possibility of conception.  Boys were taught it as a technique, girls were taught as a caution.  But this girl obviously wanted it. He resolved to grant her wish. 

When he faltered on the verge of his release, he rolled her pelvis up to a still steeper angle.  Hardly had he done so than his cock pulsed.  The realization that their position was raising the likelihood of a pregnancy intensified the physical feeling that accompanied his ejaculation.  He groaned and bucked with exceptional violence as the waves of pleasure took him over the top.

By unspoken mutual consent, they remained locked in position, allowing his semen expeditious access to her womb.  As they held, he twitched his cock to force out residual cum. At the same time he felt her cunt muscles squeeze.  They ground against each other, cooperating in the act of baby making.

At last her eyes opened and her breathing slowed.  When their eyes connected, she sent the wordless message that she wished to disengage.

He was lying on his back when she snuggled up to his side.  The leg she draped over him touched his moist cock.  He felt the wetness from her cunt being deposited on his thigh.  It seemed only fair, so he looped an arm around her shoulders as her head found a comfortable resting place on his chest.  Her breasts plied his ribs.

They dozed for a bit, but then she became active again.  He dreaded the thought that she wanted another fuck.  Instead she climbed on top of him and lay full length on his body.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said into his chest.  “This is just sooo comfortable.  Let me know if I get too heavy.”

Actually, her weight was no problem and feeling her breasts and mons against his flesh was anything but unpleasant.  He was soon asleep.

He was acutely conscious of how bleary and disheveled he looked the when he knocked on Ms. Dunbar’s door the next morning.  Marianne had commandeered the bathroom saying that she had to get ready to meet her mother.  Since he didn’t have his toiletries, he trudged down the hall, his well-used cock still drooling in the aftermath of his wake-up fuck.

His wake-up call had been his roommate already astride his hips and in the process of easing herself down on his morning woody.  She had already accomplished a couple of pumps when she realized he had awakened.

“Good morning,” she chirped with a broad smile.  “Hope you don’t mind that that I started without you.  I’ve got a busy day.”

A few more slow pumps reassured her of a satisfactory outcome.

“Just relax.” Her voice was becoming deeper with breathiness.  “I’ll handle this.”

It took him a while to come, which suited her initially.  Her efforts drove her to a climax in which she was very demonstrative, breaking into squeals as her body stiffened under the influence of her ecstasy.  He had appropriated her breasts so he could be of some use while she fucked herself. 

When she finished, he became anxious for his own conclusion.  Planting his feet, he began his thrusting by arching his back and pushing upward.  She got the message.  Rallying, she intensified her pumping, punctuated by ragged gasps. 

When he came, she stopped abruptly and sat still while he inseminated her.  Straightening up on her seat, she flicked back her hair and watched his face.  When his struggles subsided, his partner leaned forward, gave him a perfunctory kiss on the lips and dismounted.

“That was great, but I gotta go,” she called over her shoulder as she bolted for the bathroom.

Ms. Dunbar’s door opened promptly.

“Pilot, come for your bag?”  She wore that small, half-amused smile.  Her eyes did not fail to flick to his spent cock.  “Good morning so far?” she asked as she backed away to let him in.

His employer had apparently been up and getting ready for some time.  Showered, coiffed and made-up, she was obviously energized and ready to meet the day.  That is, she would be as soon as she finished dressing.  Her short, sheath skirt exposed a huge expanse of leg between the hem and her high heeled shoes, but she was bare above the waist except for her jewelry.  This was the first time he had beheld her bare breasts.  They were high, firm and a bit larger than he would have suspected.  In some ways they seemed incongruous.

She picked up on his appraisal.

“You like my tits?” she asked over her shoulder as she retreated to the dressing area.

“They are spectacular,” he acknowledged.

“They are necessary accessories in my line of work,” she asserted as she leaned into the mirror to check her make-up.  “When you’re in head-to-head negotiation with other women, the one with the biggest, most assertive breasts has a distinct advantage.”  She did glance in his direction as she continued.  “Yes, I did have work done.  And as long as it’s important to my business, I’ll keep them up.  Then she reflected and added.  “It should be tax deductable.”

His shave was nearly complete when she appeared in the bathroom doorway.  Her top was pearl white with shoulder pads that helped emphasize her snug waist.  The front of her stylish garment was transparent.  The nipples and their surrounding areoles were not only plainly visible but poked insistently through the sheer fabric.  It occurred to him that she had applied makeup to them.

She ignored his appraisal this time.

“Check out is at 11.  Hook up with Shay and be ready to fly when I get to the airport.  She’ll show you the ropes.”

She acknowledged his “good luck” wish with her half smile and a nod as she disappeared.

When he fished his phone out his bag he found a good night message from Steph.  His wife was home on extended maternity leave with the infant Hilary.  He smiled and punched the buttons to return the call.

Chapter 7

Captain Shay was in uniform.  The wrap-around high neck tunic fit snug at the waist then flared into a skirt that didn’t come close to covering her ass or crotch .  The off-center single button and medium gray color were typical of current style of airline pilot uniforms.  Hers was distinguished by the powder blue piping that trimmed the edges and formed the four coils at the end of each sleeve.  The matching stretch pants hugged her legs to the ankles where a pair of low grey boots took over.

Pilot was able to complete his appraisal as she made her way to the table he had selected in the back of the breakfast room of the hotel.  He liked this spot because it allowed him to watch the mostly female traffic.  Briefly he wondered if he might have to fuck the captain as well.  She was probably around the same age as Ms. Dunbar, but carried a bit more weight.  Her face was not unpretty but she used make-up sparingly, so whatever assets she had received little help.  Well, he’d play this one by ear.

“So, how’s our multi-tasking co-pilot this morning?” she asked as she took the seat with her back to the room.  “Did you leave the boss-lady smiling?”

Pilot could see she was fishing for gossip.  He resolved to pay it out in small doses as a tease.  He provided the bare box score of his liaisons.

“Marianne?  How did she do?”

Pilot shrugged.

“She seemed to enjoy it.”

They paused when the naked young man waiting on them appeared with the coffee carafe.  Ms. Shay ordered without looking at the menu.  She did glance at his cock, however.  Once the server had withdrawn she leaned forward, her eyes bright with interest.

“In my experience Marianne was practically celibate.  Matter of fact, if it weren’t for our business relationship, I’d have made a run at her myself.  Girls like her are easy to turn on to the gay scene.”  In response to Pilot’s sudden stare she added, “I’m bi.  I’m currently with a man but I’ve had periods when it was all girls.  As a matter of fact, I have a son with one of my ex-girl partners.  I still like to slip my tether every once in a while and lick a little pussy.  My guy is cool with it, especially when I get together a threesome.”

She sat back.

“But if Ms. Mary rode your cock, I gotta figure that our boss is pretty pleased.  She’s been trying to get her to be more girl and less goddess for a long time.” She fixed Pilot with a bemused look.  “You could be the breakthrough she’s been looking for.  If so, you could be a big favorite.”  Her gaze lingered as she seemed to contemplate the proposition.

The server was placing their meals in front of them when the captain rallied from her reverie.

“It’s ironic,” she observed as she picked up her fork, “that the person who is most like Ms. Sharon is not her daughter, but her son.”

His companion picked up when Pilot registered surprise again.  She smiled.

“Oh, I guess nobody filled you in about Derek.”

She paused, apparently wanting to be prompted.  He acquiesced.

“No, this is the first I’ve heard of a son.”

“Well, in college our Illustrious Leader was smitten by what passes for love in her frame of reference.  A male teaching assistant was obviously more brilliant than guys are supposed to be.  He was also more intense about male civil rights than most women find palatable.  She was enthralled.  He was smart and dangerous.  What young girl or woman can resist that?

“Anyway,” she continued, “she decided to affirm her infatuation by having his baby.  She eventually outgrew the relationship, apparently in a year or so.  Self-righteousness can become tedious after a while I guess.  The bottom line is that by the time the kid was a year old, his daddy was out of Mommy’s life.”

A male child was not something that would normally keep the attention of an ambitious, upwardly mobile young woman like Sharon Dunbar.  However, her son quickly demonstrated not only precocious intelligence and absolute fearlessness, but also nascent signs of a fatal charm.  It didn’t hurt that he grew up to be “not half-bad looking.”

Academic achievement came almost effortlessly.  That made him the darling of his teachers.  Some liked him more demonstrably than others.

“The boy made a lot of headway with his cock,” the uniformed narrator observed.  “It seemed like every female he met spread her legs for him.  That included girls his age and adult women.”  Ms. Shay looked quite smug as she imparted her next tidbit.  “Word is that his mother took his virginity when he was 12 and he never looked back.

“I don’t know how many pussies he’s been in, but I do know that he has made Ms. Sarah a grandmother – twice.  And both with older women.”

When Pilot registered admiration for the achievement, his companion stepped up with details.

“The first was his 10^th grade English teacher.  In fairness, she got him to knock her up when he was in 11^th grade, so she was not in danger of an impropriety charge.  Of course,” she added with a smirk, “no one was saying when they actually started sleeping together.

“The other mother is more interesting,” Captain Shay continued.

In the Summer after his senior year, Derek’s mother induced him to come away for a week’s vacation with her and a close friend.  The latter was a single mother with two young children.  The friend brought along a boyfriend.  Ms. Dunbar slept with her son.

Like many professional women, Ms. Dunbar and her friend agreed to a friendly swap of sex partners.  Derek impressed his new bed mate with his sensitivity as well as his prowess.  By the time the vacation ended, the well-fucked friend was in love with the young man.  Apparently, there was more than a little mutuality to that feeling.

When Derek reported to college that Fall, he developed a habit of occasionally spending weekend nights at an off-campus hotel.  His one week summer fling had evolved into an affair.   His mother didn’t catch wise until her now-pregnant friend confessed.  After an initial spate of annoyance, Ms. Dunbar concluded that there was no real harm done.  She re-embraced her friend and the prospect of a second grandchild.  More importantly she accepted that her son was an acorn from her tree.  He was going to do as he chose without regard to others’ desires or opinions. 

“I think she started to regard him as her true heir,” he gossipy captain concluded, “When he gets out of college, I think we’ll have a new boss.  But we might have to get a bigger plane if he decides to travel with his female entourage.”

They traveled to the airport, checked out the plane, made preparations for departure, consulted the weather report, lunched and just hung out.  The captain noted that private piloting consisted of an hour in the air followed by a 23 hours of killing time.  On the upside, she invited him to call her “Jennifer.”

Around 2 PM, Jennifer took the call from Marianne.

“Battle stations.  The boss lady cometh.”  As she stowed her phone she noted, “This is a good sign.  She’s back on time and eager to go.  That probably means her deal went down well.  You don’t want to be around her when things go in the dumper.  It’s times like that when you’re glad the pusspit has a lockable door.”

When the car pulled up planeside, only Ms. Dunbar got out.  She did so after a quick kiss on Marianne’s cheek.  The later acknowledged Pilot’s wave with one of her own and squeezed out a thin smile before wheeling away.

“Okay, girls,” the boss said with a grin at Pilot who was flanked by the captain, “let’s get the wheels up.”

She swept up the steps in the chill breeze.  Jennifer generously let her naked companion precede her.  The captain also pulled up the stair door with brisk efficiency.  Since his assistance not required, Pilot turned toward the pusspit.

“Pilot.” 

He turned to face Ms. Dunbar.  She was slipping out of her coat as she addressed him matter-of-factly.

“When we’ve leveled off, come back and let’s you and I get together.”

She finished that off with a meaningful look.

Jennifer parked her cap and situated herself in her seat.  She looked up only after he had closed the door and taken his seat.  Pilot was getting familiar with that smirk of hers.

“Sounds like you’re about to join the mile high club.  You’re not already a member are you?”

Pilot sniggered self-consciously and admitted that he hadn’t had that experience.

“We’ll have to get you a plaque,” his companion observed dryly.

When Pilot got out of his seat to keep his appointment in the main cabin, the captain glanced at his cock.  She was not disappointed.  His appliance was already tumescent with anticipation.  By the time he entered the cool air of the passenger compartment and caught his boss’ eye, his member was quite distended and swaying in an attention-getting manner.

Ms. Dunbar looked up only briefly before laying aside her reading material and un-fastening her seat belt.  Pilot noted that she was still dressed as he had seen her that morning, including the transparent top that displayed her petulant nipples. Her breasts swayed and bounced slightly as she gained her feet.

She turned her back to him bowed her head to draw her hair out of the way.

“Get my zipper, will you?”

Dutifully, he pulled the fastener all the way down, splitting the garment in two.  She immediately hunched her shoulders and pulled out of it.

“Marianne and I agreed that you’re good therapy,” she began conversationally as she draped her top over the nearest seat and turned her excellent, bare tits in his direction.  “I also understand that you may have made me a grandmother last night.”  She paused and smiled as her hands unclasped her skirt’s waistband.  “Might be good for her if you did, she might take more control of her life if she has a baby to look out for.”  Stepping out of her skirt, she continued, “But I digress.  The point I’m trying to make is that you seem to know what a lady likes on the most important level.”

His boss took a seat to remove her boots. 

“The best part is that you’re so willing to please a woman – any woman – on request.  Therefore,” – regaining her feet, her breasts jiggled as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panty hose and slid them down her legs – “I feel inclined to just put myself in your hands and let you have me.”

Now naked, she picked up the limp undergarment and laid it with her other articles of clothing.  Picking up a remote control, she pressed a button that caused a built-in sofa to unfold into a flat surface resembling a bed.  Turning back to him with complete aplomb, she grasped his now-rigid protuberance.  Her gaze was steady as she intoned, “Take me, Pilot.  Fuck me good.”

One of his hands went to the small of her back, pulling her to him while the other slipped between them and cupped a breast.  Her head rolled back as his lips found her neck.  Her free hand went to his shoulder but the other continued to hold his cock as it became pressed between their bodies.

She proved fully compliant as their bodies moved together exchanging touches with exploring hands and lips.  At one point she murmured something about tasting him before slipping to her knees and taking his stiff cock in her mouth.  Pilot reaffirmed that she knew what she was doing as her ministrations drew gasp after gasp from him.

When she abruptly stopped he knew what she wanted.  Raising her by the hands and backing her to the bed, he followed her as she assumed a recumbent position.  Her legs were wide open.  Lapping her clit, his fingers probed her cunt eliciting slow, writhing response. 

His hard, drooling cock dragged over her thigh as he positioned himself between her knees and made preparations for his entry.  Eyes closed, she reached for his torso and arched her pelvis at him.  Taking his time, he wiped his cockhead up and down her slit from clit to anis.  Each time he approached her vaginal opening she arched her back as though trying to cause him to fall into her.

As much as he wanted to continue to tease her, his need was becoming too much to bear.  He surprised her by completing one of his wipes with an insertion.  Once established on her threshold, he quickly thrust.  She pushed back, trying to engulf more of him.  He eased back and pushed strongly.  Her responding push brought them together. 

He gave her a few short, slow strokes as they acclimatized to one another.  When he began to fuck her in earnest, she over-reacted to each stroke, digging hard against him and twisting her body.  Their conflict lasted only a few strokes before her eyes half opened.

“Don’t be so gentle.”  Her voice came in a strained, breathy whisper.  “I won’t break.”

Rebuked, he corrected his approach, attacking her with more authority.  For her part, the woman under him stopped trying to drive and instead attempted to cooperate.  Pulling her legs further back, she tilted her cunt still more.  His strokes seemed to encounter less resistance as she opened more fully.  He ratcheted up to full speed.  She tightened her muscles and attempted to apply more friction. 

Face flushed, she began to intersperse moans with her panting.  Pilot drove hard against her sensitive spots.  Her twitching and writhing with each hit galvanized him.  He was going to take her over and it was going to be like nothing she had experienced before. 

Self-doubt was the farthest thing from his mind when Ms. Dunbar gave out her strangled cry of fulfillment.  Her reaction was so violent, it crossed his mind she might be able to throw him off her.  He pressed his cock into her and enjoyed the wringing of his member that her cunt muscles imposed.

As she subsided, he resumed pounding her.  He found he was gritting his teeth with determination.  His cock was gliding effortlessly in the juicy aftermath of her cum.  At this rate, he’d be sawing on her all night.  Just as he was beginning to consider his options, he felt a grab on his cock.  He looked at his partner’s face and saw her eyes were open and features set with determination.  She was going to bring him over.  Okay, deal.

The rim of his cockhead began to feel a tickle.  Then the whole head tingled.  He missed his stroke and then plunged.  His initial grunt on the first pulse gave way to a prolonged groan.  At his peak, he was bucking repeatedly as the pleasure wave coursed through his body.  The aftershocks persisted as his spent body drooped onto his partner.

“You liked that didn’t you?” Ms. Dunbar’s look was at once sardonic and challenging.  They were in the process of sitting up after he had decoupled.

“Yeah, it was a good fuck.  It felt great,” he replied.  He knew he wasn’t addressing her real point. 

“I don’t mean the physical part.  You were turned on by putting me – the boss – on my back and reaming me as hard as you could.  If you didn’t shoot off when you did your brain would have exploded.”

He snickered self-consciously, not sure what to say.  What if he agreed and she took umbrage?  Would she ever fly with him again?

“Well?”  She wasn’t going to let this go. 

He exhaled.  Here goes.

“You’re a sexy bitch who usually gets what she wants just by demanding it.   When you decide you want to be used and manhandled, you don’t necessarily get what you want.  That’s because you’re too intimidating.  I gave you what you wanted and – yeah – it was a turn-on.  More to the point, I wasn’t intimidated so I gave you all of it.  And it’s pretty clear to me that you liked it.”

Her slow smile was quite satisfied.

“So you shot really hard?”

She isn’t finished, he thought a little peevishly.

“Yeah.  It almost turned me inside out.”

He clamped his jaw shut with finality when he had answered.  She got the point.  Sitting back, her tits bobbed momentarily.

“I think we could be a team.  We’re not alike, but we are complementary.  And” – she paused to let the conjunction hang in the air for a moment – “each of us has what the other wants.”

He cocked his head quizzically.

“You got a jet and a ton of money.  What do I have you want?”

“A cock,” she replied simply. “That’s a powerful tool if you know how to use one.  You have a nice one and I know how to use it.”

He gathered his brow in concentration and waited for her to continue.  She leaned forward again, this time intently – even eagerly.  He didn’t miss the renewed bob of her breasts.

“The dirty little secret in business is that it’s all relationships – personal relationships.  What you can do for somebody personally has a lot to do with how much and how favorably you can get them to do business with you.  We do stuff like club memberships and vacation destination ‘conferences’ to gain a step on competition.

“But not every customer is into the same vices.  We need to tailor our graft to the person.  Some like gluttony, some like gambling and some like sex.  But they all need special sauce to suit their particular taste.  That’s where you come in.  I have a picture of a strong, capable, self-confident pilot that un-slings his cock to show his passengers a good time.”

Pilot was ahead of her words.  With a knowing smile he observed that he was not unfamiliar with the concept of “fly’em and fuck’em.”  He’d been doing that as a matter of customer relations at Ms. Morgan’s charter operation.  Sharon Dunbar shared his smile.

“I think we’re on the same page.  How about if we settle the T’s and C’s?”

“I might be at a disadvantage.  I don’t know what scale is for a pilot-prostitute.”

“No worries,” his new partner assured him, “I always go with my gut.  I think you’ll recognize a deal you like when you hear it.” 

When he returned to the pusspit, the captain looked up expectantly.  He kept his rendition circumspect.  After all, she didn’t need to know about his new business arrangement.

Chapter 8

Pilot was quite busy after that.  His new employer found use for him at odd hours and over weekends.  If he wasn’t in the right seat of the pusspit, he was in the bed of one of her clients.  But Ms. Dunbar didn’t fly every day, so he still spent the majority of his time at the Morgan air strip.  Francine remained as sexually demanding as ever, which together with Steph, kept him in fighting trim for Ms. Dunbar’s “road shows.”

As it turned out, Marianne didn’t turn up pregnant, but she did become more interactive and even a tad assertive.  Eventually, it also came out that she had taken a man to her bed on a regular basis.  As usual, Pilot was indebted to Captain Shay for that intelligence. 

Now that he was a professional whore, Pilot was rarely called upon to fuck either of the Dunbars.  He was expected to save his energy for the customers.

The few times that he may have questioned the appropriateness of a husband and father selling his body, he quickly switched his thoughts to the jet flight experience he was gaining.  Steph’s support was steadfast.  She reiterated that a man had to do what he must to make it in a woman’s world.  He tried to show his appreciation when they made love, stowing his “commercial” techniques on those occasions.

Nevertheless, he walked a tight rope.  He was totally dependent on the favorable opinion of his patron, but he couldn’t afford to play his role conservatively.  Too much of her expectations depended on his assertive, self-confident sexual performance.  As such he always felt as though he was on the edge.

Ms. Lee was a case in point.  A slightly built, middle-aged business woman of Asian ancestry, she seemed quiet and unassuming – a demeanor that belied her extensive financial holdings and power.  She gave no indication that she considered the fact that the co-pilot of her host’s private plane would accompany her to her room for her use at all unusual. 

She managed a sporadic program of small talk as they settled into her room, an activity she went about meticulously.  Finally, she began to disrobe.

“I should let you know that I have a problem,” she disclosed as she laid aside the last of her undergarments. Her tiny breasts matched her diminutive pussy lips. Her trim body evidenced not an ounce of excess flesh.  “I’ve started having that vaginal dryness that comes along with menopause.” She seemed a bit embarrassed by the admission.  “We’ll have to use this.”  Her hand plucked a fat plastic tube off the nightstand and held it out to him.  He took it uncertainly, conscious of the new challenge to his performance.

“Okay,” he answered slowly, examining the object in his hand.  Abruptly, he stopped himself from reading the instructions.  Resolve stepped up.  He looked his new sex partner in the eyes and summoned up a self-confident smile.  “This looks like something new.  I’m always up for new experiences.”

He took his time, followed instructions and used his lube-slicked cock to fuck the woman.  At first, she cooperated with the same methodical care that she had hung up her dress – until he found her hot spots.  Her transformation was gratifying.  Suddenly, she was writhing under him uncontrollably.  The additional stimulation caused him to spew his seed with gratifying violence. 

His partner’s eyes were bright with fulfillment as she panted her recovery.  Exhilarated by his success breaking her stoic facade, he encouraged her to “try it again.”  With new-found enthusiasm, she readily assumed control, cowgirling with whoops and spiral hand waves that simulated a lariat twirl.  It occurred to him that she required no artificial moisture this time.

By the time she had ridden his cock to their mutual climax, it was getting rather late to go out to dinner.  They ordered room service and followed it with the application of more lubricant and the consummation of yet another sex act.  He was thoroughly spent when she relented and turned out the light.

As they prepared to depart in the morning, the now dressed and demure Ms. Lee pressed some folded bills into his hand.

“That was the best night I’ve had in a long time – maybe ever.  I know you get paid for this, Pilot, but I want to show my appreciation personally.”

Surprised, Pilot stared at the money in his hand as he stammered his thanks.  Upon reflection, however, he became concerned that this might be outside Ms. Dunbar’s code of conduct for her “boys” as she called her prostitutes.  He confessed his transgression as soon as he could get his employer in private.  She seemed puzzled by his worried mien.

“You earned that money by giving exceptional service.  I don’t have a problem with an unsolicited tip.  I do have a problem if one of my whores starts hitting up the clients for tips on his own.”  She paused a beat to make sure she made eye contact.  “The important thing is to know where the lines are and making sure you don’t cross them.”

When he received his multi-engine and jet endorsements to his license, he smiled and looked down at his penis.  You earned that for me, buddy.  He masturbated to celebrate.

Hillary was a precocious preschooler and Jeremy was just beginning to toddle when Pilot got his affirmative response to one of his applications for a commercial pilot job.  He broke the news to Francine promptly.  She took his announcement matter-of-factly, although her hand immediately darted to her distended belly. 

Francine had never divulged the identity of her baby’s father, but Pilot had no doubt that he was the responsible party.  When morning sickness first made her condition apparent, he back-calculated her conception date and remembered the exceptional urgency with which she demanded sex from him on three consecutive days. 

Ms. Dunbar’s response at first consisted of perfunctory congratulations and a good luck wish.  When Pilot tendered his thanks for her support in pursuing his dream, she seemed to soften a bit and rejoined with an observation that he will be difficult to replace.  He had been good for business, she disclosed.  Then she rallied and told him in a business-like manner that he’d be welcome to continue if he failed to land the job.  After another brief pause, she rose from her seat and bade him “come here.”

His curiosity regarding her intentions was brief.  Their eyes remained in contact as she sank to her knees and took up his cock.  A short time later he was griping her head and flexing his pelvis repeatedly as he released his seed into her mouth.  When his gasping subsided and his mind was able to focus he had to admit that he had been the recipient of excellent blow job.  It was the first time she had taken him all the way over with her mouth.

“Ms. Dunbar, you are good at this,” he declared as he helped her to her feet.  “I thought you were going to suck my asshole in.”

She made a point of passing her fingers over her lips – more to hide her nascent smile than remove any residue – before replying. 

“Do me a favor and don’t pass that around,” she pled with wry humor.  “I have a reputation as a man user to protect.  If it gets out that I’m a man pleaser, I’ll be ruined.”

They had a congenial leave taking after he assured her that her secret was safe.

Marianne called him to wish him luck and to thank him for “everything.”  They chatted for a while but she did not offer to meet him.  She admitted that she had taken a live-in boyfriend.  Pilot made a point of congratulating her.

Pilot had to admit to a certain level of anxiety as he presented himself for his pre-employment evaluation in the offices of a major airline.  He had flown himself to this distant city and spent a restless night in a local hotel.  It was the first night he had spent without a woman in his bed in quite a while.  He decided that wasn’t a bad thing since he would be fully primed for whatever demands were put on him during the interview process.

The naked men at the security desk noted his appointment and provided him with a visitor badge on a lanyard and an escort to his destination.  The marble floor was cool under his bare feet as he crossed to the elevators.  Steph had helped him do a whole body shave, so he was satisfied that he looked his best.  The clouded reflection in the stainless steel panels of the elevator interior provided reassurance.  He felt his cock become heavy with that confidence.

The guard who accompanied him in the elevator was inclined to be conversational.

“Applying for flight attendant?” he asked.

“Uh, no.  For pilot.”

His companion registered surprise.

“Hunh.  Ms. Shalcroft usually interviews flight attendants.  I guess it’s because you’re a guy.  She must handle guys.”

His quarry proved to be a fortyish, dark-haired woman with sharp eyes starting out of a pale, perfunctorily smiling face.  She rose and offered her hand as he was ushered into her office.  She closed the door and looked him over before offering him a seat.  He was glad that he had remembered to fluff his cock while he awaited her summons.  He was nicely distended with his cock lifting well off his balls.  She sat in the adjacent chair rather than resuming her station behind the desk.

“Well, Mr. Kravitz, this is a rare one,” she began, glancing at how his cock hung between his spread legs.  “Needless to say we don’t get too many male pilot candidates.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet not.  But I understand you – I mean your airline – are pretty progressive in that area.  You actually have a few male pilots.”

Her smile didn’t grow but her eyebrows rose in pleased acknowledgement.

“Yes, we do, but we’re very selective.  In effect, we expect our male pilots to show as good or better flying qualifications as our females and also exhibit the fine physical assets of our male cabin attendants.  You could say we set a pretty high bar for our men.”

What that implied was soon apparent.  After a thorough grilling about his credentials, motivation and attitudes, his interviewer abruptly asked him to get up.  When he complied, she approached and matter-of-factly began to run her hands over his body.  His midriff was pinched in search of excess fat, his ass was plied, his balls hefted, cock stroked and thighs kneaded.  He was getting quite hard when he was told to turn around, spread his feet and bend over.  As he assumed the position, he felt her hands between his legs tracing his taint and then his ass crack.  His ass cheeks were pulled apart for a better view of his anus.  When he was allowed to straighten up, his chest shoulders and arms got a going over.

Finally she stepped back, picked up her papers and made some entries.

“Okay, I don’t see any areas of concern.  For now, you look pretty good.”

She looked up from her papers with an air of finality.

“We expect our male pilots to maintain weight and toning the same as our other male employees who meet the public.  You look like you’re in a good place now – including good penis presentation and good reaction to manipulation.  That’s essential.”

He absorbed this slowly, carefully repressing a sarcastic comment about the lack of correlation between penis attitude and flying ability.  Easy, boy, she’s in charge.

The written tests and pilot practicum were grueling, but lunch restored him somewhat.  That refreshment proved essential as the afternoon’s physical evaluation got under way.

The female technician in scrubs took his vitals and reviewed his health history with him.  She gave way when a physician appeared.

The doctor smiled as she stripped off her gloves a short time later.  Pilot read something sinister in her expression since he had never experienced such probing and manipulation.  He hadn’t realized that it was necessary to probe that deeply to feel his prostate.

“It looks like you’re ready to give a sperm sample,” she observed, looking pointedly at his rampant phallus.  “Cindy will help you with that.  I’m done here.  You look fine.”

With that curt statement, she exited the room.  The technician stepped forward.  Her smile was friendlier.

“Relax, the worst is over.  I think you’ll like this part.”

As he sat on the edge of the examining table, she bent to his cock.  She had a very accomplished mouth.  When his squirming and gasping gave his condition away, she smoothly withdrew his cock from her mouth and directed it into a collection cup.  The force of his ejaculation caused some spatter.  The technician’s surprised “oh” provided him with a modicum of satisfaction.  Nevertheless, she held on doggedly and continued to manipulate his member until she was satisfied that he had no more semen to contribute.

He was still panting and blinking to focus his eyes when a box of tissues appeared by his thigh.

“You may want to wipe that guy’s face before you leave.”

He grinned appreciatively as he stood and mopped the drool from the tip of his penis.

Dismissed after a brief reencounter with his original interviewer, he returned home to wait out the nearly two weeks before his acceptance arrived.  The staff at the airport gave him a gracious sendoff when he took his leave. 

With Steph’s acquiescence he spent the night with Francine.  In deference to her condition, she got on all fours so that Pilot could fuck her effectively.  He did his best to make it a memorable experience then held her while she wept briefly afterward.

Chapter 9

“Okay, let’s go around the room and introduce ourselves.  Tell us a little about yourself and where you’ve flown before,” Ms. Simmons instructed.  Their chief instructor was a lean black woman, whose close-cropped hair and ramrod bearing shouted “command pilot.”  (Indeed Pilot had read every word of the orientation material, so he knew that Simmons had retired from the Air Force as lieutenant colonel.)  Her bare breasts seemed to stand at attention, proclaiming her authority which was also buttressed by her ability to mount a penetrating stare.  When it was Pilot’s turn, that stare was trained on him.  He could feel her skepticism even before she spoke.

“You’re going to have to re-earn that nickname.  You’re not a pilot until you prove you are.”

She didn’t wait for his reply before moving onto the next class member.  Her hostility was unmistakable.  Pilot knew this was going to be an uphill battle.  Now he was galvanized.  Okay, Lady, bring it.

At first, most of his 15 female classmates seemed to regard him with amused detachment.  It was as though someone had brought a pet to class.  By the end of the first week, about half had converted to at least lukewarm fans.  The end of the third week saw him tacitly promoted from class mascot to class leader.  Ms. Simmons correctly surmised that it was personality and sexuality (by this time pilot had succeeded in bedding several of his classmates) that were responsible for his popularity and redoubled her pressure on him.

Pressure came from another direction as well.  He was away from home – able to return only on alternate weekends – and the days were long.   After a full schedule of classroom, simulator and pusspit training, it was necessary to spend additional hours studying rules, procedures and technical facts.  Many nights during the first couple of weeks he tumbled into bed late and exhausted, remembering that he hadn’t called Steph and the kids in days.

Finally, he confronted the reality of the situation.  He decided what he needed was a routine.  He established a schedule of getting dinner at the same time every evening, allocating 15 minutes immediately afterward for a phone call home followed by a specific study period.  And each night ended by his keeping a bed date with one of the women in his class. 

Rotating among beds in this way provided him with more diversion than he expected.  One of the women, Ariel, seemed to have a compulsive need to discuss training matters as they engaged in foreplay.  It seemed to be no impediment to their coupling because he always found her cunt moist from the first moment he touched her.  Through finger fucking, nipple sucking and clit licking, she maintained a stream of talk except for the occasional grunt or gasp as he moved to a new point of attack.  Sometimes, the conversation would persist even after he had inserted his cock and commenced fucking her.  The only time the discussion flagged was when her orgasm intervened. 

Regardless of the how wearing the day proved, he found that once he had discharged his semen into one of his partners, sleep came promptly.  On a few occasions he had to be awakened from his doze because he had fallen asleep on top of his partner with his cock still in her cunt. 

The result of his new discipline was that he was rested and alert every morning.  His mind seemed to retain the subject matter with increasing completeness and clarity.  This new found acumen was catapulting him to the head of his class.  He had gained control of the situation beyond his expectations.  Increasingly, he felt the need to swagger.

Although he was permitted foot ware he studiously avoided appearing for training in anything other than what he had been born with.  He was determined to emphasize his “otherness” and revel in it.  Even the required ID badge which was thoughtfully provided to him with a lanyard accompanied him only in his hand.  It languished on his desk or any convenient horizontal surface when he was stationary. 

He made a point of being among the last to arrive for the start of class so that everyone could watch him saunter in with his just-fluffed cock wagging confidently.  If Ms. Simmons had arrived before him, all the better.  She was very attentive to his member in spite of herself.  Knowing that usually caused additional stiffness.

“How can you stand it?” asked Whitney when he rolled off her one night.  She was his best friend among the trainees.  She had been the first to invite him to her bed.  He tended to think of her as his best girl.  “That witch is always on you.”

He smiled at the genuine concern on her face.  He liked the way her thick mane of wavy brown hair framed her tiny face.  She had the kind of puffy nipples that just begged to be sucked.  He always included prolonged attention to them in his foreplay.  Sometimes he would suck them after he was finished fucking her, too.

“Oh, she’s just doing her job.  I’m a guy and guys aren’t supposed to be able to do a woman’s job.”  He paused for a shrug.  “She just has to get used to the fact that I’m not an average guy.”

Whitney’s face split into a wide, knowing grin.

“You’re not lying about that.”  She looked down along her body that still had a slight sheen from his perspiration to her pussy that was moist with their production. 

Pilot followed her gaze.  Her body was one of those that the lines that traced sides of her abdomen to her pubis formed a deep Vee that terminated in the prominent knob of her mons.   To him, it was an inviting configuration that said “put it in here, boy.” 

When he rolled over onto his back, she snuggled up to his side, draping a leg over him. 

“If your wife ever gets tired of you, I’d be glad to take you,” she murmured as she grasped his spent cock.  As he gazed drowsily at the ceiling, he reflected that he was in no danger of another erection.

“You’re probably the most unique guy I’ve ever known.”  She had raised her head and rolled over on him, intruding into his field of view.  “For one thing, what other guy has naked pictures of his wife and kids on display?”

Pilot had to smile. Steph had formally adopted home nudity as a life style shortly after Hillary was born.  It was unusual for a woman to become a nudist as that state was the hallmark of masculinity.  Steph joked that she must have been a man in a previous life. 

There was more than casual preference in his wife’s choice of the nude lifestyle.  Steph bridled at the distinction in dress as a matter of gender equality – a point of view that didn’t get much traction among women.  Not being inclined to militancy, she mounted a low key one woman resistance by finding as many ways to push the envelope as much she could.  Child nudity was tolerated, so Steph took and sent her children out naked.  Nudity in conjunction with public sex was also tolerated, so she induced Pilot to fuck her in the mall, in parks and wherever else she might fancy.  Pilot was quite proud of her.  He thought about that as he drifted off to sleep.

When Ms. Simmons was not paying close attention, the other two regular instructors almost fawned on him.  Their consideration made him realize that between the staff and his classmates, the chief instructress had become nearly isolated. 

There was no doubt that Ms. Simmons’ treatment of him was rooted in gender bias.  She really could not conceive that a male could become as proficient at her chosen profession as he apparently was.  She was gradually retreating into confusion over the phenomenon that he represented.  Perversely he began to feel sorry for her in her increasing frustration.

Adopting a less wise-guy style in class, he answered her harassing questions levelly and politely.  He volunteered follow-up comments that illustrated his command of the subject. 

But the simulator was his oyster.  While class work required intense concentration from him, he solved the simulator problems almost intuitively.  The system was that trainees exiting the simulator were not allowed to interact with their colleagues who had yet to take the test.  It was therefore clear that Pilot’s achievements could not be the result of anything but his own skill.  Ms. Simmons was taking disconcerted notice.

The crossing point was the regional winter flight problem.  It simulated a 50 passenger dual engine turbo prop on a 500 mile hop in bad wintery weather.  Pilot settled in and went through the routine of receiving information and getting his ship in the air.  Multiple weather-related scenarios were thrown at him, which he dealt with matter-of-factly.  Then he noticed that he was gradually losing altitude.  The automatic pilot posted a warning and increased engine power to compensate.  The sequence repeated, apparently unaffected by the remedial action.  The virtual plane was on its way to a crash.

Pilot made his decision.  He dialed in a substantial altitude reduction.  He announced his action to “air traffic control.”  He also consulted the weather map and sharply altered course.  Watching the situation tensely, the autopilot continued its attempted remediation but was running up near maximum engine power.  After that he would have to intervene. 

Finally, the altitude stabilized.  The simulated map indicated that he had reached the region he targeted.  He set a track to follow the weather pattern indicated on the map.  Gradually, the autopilot throttled back, indicating it was regaining control of the situation. 

Pilot resisted the urge to get back on course and altitude and continued to watch.  Finally he dialed in the altitude increase.  As he monitored the altitude, he laid in his new course.

When he emerged from the simulator, he was not completely surprised to meet my Ms. Simmons.  Her whole demeanor read “accusation.”  Even her breasts seemed to point accusing nipples at him.

“Kravitz, let’s talk.”

Once they were behind closed doors, she folded her arms under her bare breasts and fixed him with that stare.  Her nipples seemed to reinforce the stare like a couple of gun muzzles.  It failed to rattle him.  He knew where she was going with this and he knew he had her.  He took a wide stance and put his hands on his hips, a pose that emphasized his cock defiantly.

“Who tipped you to this problem?”

No pussy footing, he noted.  

“Nobody.  I haven’t talked to anyone who has done this problem.”

“I mean anyone – staff, graduated pilots – anyone.”

“Same answer: No one.  I took this test cold.”

She didn’t say anything immediately.  He knew the ploy.  He didn’t bite, letting the silence steep.  Finally, his antagonist unfolded her arms and dropped her stare.

“I’m going to look into this.  If I find out you’re lying to me, you’re out, no matter how cool a liar you are.”

She had turned to go when he said to her back, “And if you find out that I did it on my own?”

Only one eye looked over her shoulder.

“I’ll deal with that then.”

“I want to fuck you if you’re wrong.” 

It had tumbled out without being fully vetted by his brain.  Hanging tough was his only option now.  He looked at her steadily as she turned sharply back to him.

“You shit!  Where do you get off thinking you and I should be breathing the same air let alone exchanging body fluids?  The men who have gotten in my cunt were my choice on my terms.  And you aren’t woman enough to dictate terms to me.”

“You’ll owe me,” he replied unflustered in contrast to her stridency.  “You jumped to a conclusion just because you resent me.  That’s not right and you’re going to make it up to me or I’ll file a complaint.”

Her reply came through a sneer.

“You think that complaint system does anything?  It’s just a little music for wimps like you to jerk off to.”

“No, I don’t expect anything out of it.  I’ll just make you uncomfortable for a while.  Want to deal with that?”

“You’re not going to back me down with that limp-dick threat.”

“You’re missing my point.  I want you to investigate and clear me.  Then I want your body because I’ve got something to show you.”  He lowered his voice to sound menacing.  “I’m not only the best student in this class, I’m the best pilot and I’m the best man you’ve ever met.  And I plan to make you admit that.”

She hesitated, then turned and left without another word.

In the subsequent two days, Pilot reflected frequently that he had overplayed his hand.  Simmons probably had the ability to kick him out of the program.  The fact that he was wronged and entitled to be vindicated didn’t mean he was going to win.  In his lowest moments, he regretted not just making his denial and leaving it at that.  Ms. Simmons had gotten to him.  She resented him and pressured him and now he lashed back.  Not smart for a guy to push his luck

He got feedback from his classmates that Simmons was indeed interviewing the students who had worked the problem before him.  He surmised the same was being done with the other faculty members. 

When all of the students had had their turn in the simulator, Simmons called a final review of the problem.  She looked at Pilot.

“Pilot, take us through the problem.”

He almost didn’t respond at first, since it was the first time she had called him by his nickname.  His autonomic system took over.  Leaning forward he began to speak.  Ms. Simmons interjected background and amplified his conclusions.

When they finished their joint presentation, the chief instructor addressed the class.

“Like a lot of our problems, this was taken from an actual event.  The real crew responded incorrectly and about 50 people died.  The pilot took the plane off auto, pulled up the nose and throttled the engines all the way up.  The plane couldn’t make speed because it was too heavy with ice.  At the up angle, the plane stalled and they spiraled into the deck.”

She let that sobering information sink in before she added, “The take away lesson is to listen to what your plane is telling you.  Don’t just assume you’re smarter than it is.  The plane is responding to what Mother Nature is saying.  You need to find out what the plane already knows.”

As the class broke up, Ms. Simmons approached him.

“I’ll be in my office from 1700 on.  Come see me if you want.”

Pilot provided no reaction as he acknowledged the information.

She rose and came from behind her desk as he entered.  She was wearing an opaque blouse.  No bare tit authority this time, he noted.

He had been quite punctual notwithstanding that he had paused to let Whitney fluff his cock before he went in.  Ms. Simmons started talking immediately.

“Okay, I’m convinced that you worked that situation on your own,” she began. “I also have to admit that you really are as good at flying as you appear to be.  I find that counterintuitive that a man would have that kind of talent.” 

It occurred to Pilot that she seemed to be reciting a well-memorized tract.  He held up his hand in a “halt” signal.

“Okay, that’s fine,” he said when she stopped speaking.  “I know what the truth is about my abilities and I’m glad to hear you admit it.  Now I just want to fuck you so we can put all of this behind us.”

She took a breath.

“I guess that’s direct enough.” She reached for her skirt fastener.  “Let’s do it.”

Pilot glanced around the small office and shook his head as his gaze returned to her.

“I’m not looking for a quickie on a desktop.  I want to learn your body.  We’re going to do this right.  Let’s go to my room.”

She frowned.

“You want to swap spits like a couple of teenagers?  We should do this quick and hard.  We don’t like each other.  I just owe you some make-up.”

“And the make-up I want is to bed you long enough so that you get a real appreciation for what I am and what I can do.”

She seemed taken aback, then she shrugged.

“It’s your show.  If you want to try to convert me to a man-lover, I guess you’re entitled to waste your time.”

They rode her car across the highway to the extended stay hotel that housed the flight school enrollees. 

“I hope you changed the sheets,” she commented when she was ushered in to his room.

“Actually, I haven’t slept in here all week.  I generally sleep in the room of whichever girl is hosting me on a given night.”

She snorted.

“So I drew the honor tonight?”

“Yeah, I canceled on the girl I was going to do when you told me to meet you… Oh, here, that’s my job.”

She had once again reached for the catch on her skirt as she made ready to undress.  Her hands dropped away as his replaced them.  Her body remained stiff, conveying her lack of commitment to the proceedings.  Pilot momentarily wondered if he should have taken her offer in the office and gotten this behind him. 

He followed her skirt to the floor and assisted with her stepping out of it.  He kept his eyes firmly on his work, so he was unaware her attitude moment-by-moment.  Noting that she was not wearing stockings, he made a decision.  From one knee, he reached for her panty waist band.  From his periphery, he saw her eyes were on him. Her pussy was shaven but there was a vertical strip of trimmed pubic hair just above.  He had heard that this was typical practice among military women.  Apparently, Ms. Simmons clung to her service traditions.

His tongue darted to her clit.  She twitched.  He grabbed her thighs to prevent her retreat and licked again.  She moved her legs a bit further apart.  He burrowed in, sucking her member.  He restrained her as she wiggled and writhed.  Hearing her gasps reassured him.  He could feel his cock was fully hard and probably drooling.

Her hands closed around his head.  She didn’t attempt to encourage or to disengage from him, but she addressed him in a hiss.

“I’m going to fall over if you don’t stop.”

He pulled his head back and acquired her eyes with his own.  He rose slowly, allowing his cock head to drag along her leg.  At the same time one of his hands traced her inner thigh to her pussy.  As he stood, his finger found a way into her.  In the process of his rising, her hands allowed his body to slide through them and now found purchase on his bare hips. 

Her eyes were half open and her breathing was labored when he retrieved his finger from her pussy.  He recruited both hands to assist with the removal of her upper garments.  As he allowed those articles to fall away, he marveled at how much softer her face appeared in a state of arousal.  This was a woman who was bought into the idea of being fucked.

Leaning in, he cupped her breasts and sucked her nipples one by one.  He felt her hand close on his cock.  Gentle squeezes and tugs told him she was confirming his readiness.  Another digital visit to her vagina showed that the condition was mutual.

Using the finger inside her and a hand on her hip, he turned her body and backed it to the bed.  When she felt it against the back of her legs, she sat, albeit leaning back to accommodate his intrusive finger.  His cock was still hers, however.  When he leaned over her, she began backing up the bed supported by one hand, towing him by his phallus.  Using his remaining three limbs, he followed her.

Coupling did not ensue immediately upon her arrival at the top of the bed.  Instead, she tightened her grip on his manhood and tugged it insistently.  Her eyes were half open but her pupils glinted below them.  Pilot picked up on her new assertiveness.  He reciprocated with more vigorous finger fucking.  However, he did not limit his redoubled efforts to faster and stronger stroking.  Instead he probed and experimented, seeking to maximize the sensations he was imparting.

As the competition progressed, Pilot focused his mind to resist his own arousal.  She was obviously challenging his staying power while defying him to drive her to a climax.  Now that the stakes were clear, he resolved not to lose. 

The break came in the form of a hissing grunt.  It was followed by another.  Her legs started moving and then thrashing.  Her eyes were nearly closed and her teeth flashed between her open lips. 

When her grip on his cock faltered, he smoothly retrieved it and guided it to where it would do the most good.  Her legs opened wider as he sought entrance.  Her back arched and a groan escaped her when he achieved penetration.

The raising of her legs signaled her surrender.  He wasted no time exercising his new authority.  His thrusting was strong and sure but he interspersed pauses that ended only when her pelvic thrusts proclaimed her impatience with the delay.

Frustrated, she hooked her heels behind his ass and attempted to control his thrusts.  Since she was still wearing her shoes, this deployment could not be ignored.  He picked up his rhythm but he was not about to cede his prerogatives.  Rearing up higher on his knees, he slipped a hand behind the small of her back and tilted her cunt to a new angle.

Her eyes flickered from under her lashes.  She was reevaluating the situation to choose her next move.  He didn’t wait for her decision.  With quick, short strokes he probed for her hot spots.  A hit caused her to gasp and twist away.  She seemed to be trying to avoid the orgasm.  He persisted, tightening his grip on her to restrict her ability to protect her target.

A series of effective strokes caused her to lose her focus.  Pressing his advantage, he picked up his thrusts.  Her resistance ceased.  Moments later, her staccato moans announced her incipient climax. 

She went over with shutters and whimpers.  The sight of her succumbing helplessly peaked his arousal.  Ignoring her tightening cunt muscles, he stroked hard.  He came while she was still writhing in the aftermath of her pleasure spike.  He drove hard and deep to release his spunk.

Take that and that, he thought as successive pulses of pleasure accompanied his expulsion of seed.  His eyes were squeezed shut and jaw was clenched.  He envisioned streams of semen streaking through her interior, filling her with copious production.  This was about domination.  This was triumph. 

Spent, he slumped and lay gasping on her.

“This is ridiculous.”

He raised his head and looked at her.

“What’s ridiculous?”

Her return look was a frown. 

“That I wasn’t in control of this fuck.  I always control the fuck. I’m majorly pissed.”

He grinned.

“That’s a problem?  You enjoyed it didn’t you?”

Her frown deepened.  The old laser-eyed Ms. Simmons was back.  Her body under him was no longer soft and compliant.

“That’s beside the point.”

“I thought sex was about feeling good.  If it felt good, it was good sex.  Control is what is beside the point.”

“Don’t bullshit me.  You fought to control that fuck, the same as I did.”  Her gaze wavered.  “And you did.  You won – again.”

“I succeeded in helping you cum.  I wanted to show you that I was not your typical cock-swinger.  That was all I wanted to do.”

“Making me cum,” she corrected.  “And if you want a pat on the ass, yeah, you are good with that thing.”

“But we’ve established that I’m good at more than making women cum, right?”

A grim smile preceded her answer.

“Yeah, you can find your way around a pusspit, too. Is that good enough for you to let me up?”

He realized that his cock had withered into a wet worm with its chin propped on the vestibule of her cunt.  He moved to pull out, sit back and knee walk out of the surroundings of her legs.  She promptly sat up and made some meaningless gestures at arranging herself.  However, she made no move to leave.  Leaning back on her arms she regarded him.

“Are we done here?”

He read that she was receptive to further unspecified interaction.

“I was just curious.  You seem to like to fuck, but you’ve got no use for men.  How do you reconcile that?”

“Who says I have to?  Nature set us up in two sexes, so we need each other to keep the species going.  We’re wired up to want to fuck.  I didn’t get a vote in that, so I have to suck it up and play by those rules when the urge seizes me.”

“Did you ever have kids?”

Her expression became guarded.

“No.”

“So, you don’t fuck to reproduce?”

“Where are you going with this?” she demanded by way of answer.  She was still leaning on her arms but her body language had become tense.

“Well, since you don’t do ‘family,’ you have options for sex that don’t have to involve men.  Why go there since you hold men in such contempt?”

“Maybe I have a bigger problem with homos.”  Her shrug caused her breasts to jiggle.  Pilot realized that their tautness in a woman her age was probably not attributable to just conditioning.  There was a good chance it was indicative surgical intervention.  Her abs were flat and her limbs were lean.  Ms. Simmons was tight and straight physically as well as attitudinally.

“In my life,” she continued, “I have made a point of doing what’s required regardless of my preferences.  Things work when people follow rules and stay in line.”

Pilot thought about her statement for a moment and then summarized.

“So men can’t fly but it’s useful to let them fuck you.”

“Not just let them.  Guys need to fuck.  Women need to understand that it’s not only their duty but in their interest to get themselves fucked.  Lesbianism is counterproductive behavior.”

“Okay, so you don’t respect men but you’ll let them fuck you as much as they want.”

That shrug and tit bob again.

“Sure.  When I was a young officer, it was a rare night that I didn’t have an enlisted man in my bed.  It was part of maintaining good order and discipline in the ranks.   We junior officers understood that and committed to it.” Her gaze drifted off into the distance.  “I think being well fucked made me relaxed and clear thinking.”  She rolled over on her side and used one elbow for support.”When I rose in grade and I had less time and inclination to be fucked, things changed.  I thought it was just a matter of becoming more mature and needing to concentrate on command matters.”  She paused for a breath.  “Now that I look back I wonder if I had kept up with the habit of getting the men to fuck me I might have had a longer, better career.”

Pilot was intrigued.  He decided to mirror her position, facing her.

“That’s interesting.  Any data that the officers that continued to ride cock a lot tended to have better careers?”

She smiled appreciatively.

“Very perceptive question.  It also occurred to senior staff that it was a pertinent question because there was quite a range of practice among senior officers.  There were some very successful generals that behaved not a lot differently from teenaged nymphomaniacs.  Turns out the initial study failed to find any correlation.  Apparently, it is just personal.”

.Unaccountably, the allusion to the possibility that sex could be efficacious for good job performance titillated him.  He felt his cock begin to stir. 

“You know, I fuck a lot …”

“I’ve noticed,” she interrupted dryly.

“… and I always feel alert and engaged – as well as really, really good.  I think there’s something to that – at least in my case.”

His companion smiled tolerantly.

“I don’t think that’s a very scientific conclusion.  You’d need a lot more data.”

It was as though the same thought hit them simultaneously.  He was the first to vocalize it.

“Shall we generate more data?”

“Sure,” she deadpanned as she moved toward him and gripped his growing cock.  “Let me blow this thing up for you.”

A few minutes later, his cock emerged from her mouth fully hard.  They used it to good advantage.

Chapter 10

Steph was still gasping in the aftermath of her orgasm when he pressed into her to release his seed.  It had been a good fuck with a woman he really cared for.  There was something distinctive about the feel of his cock inside her.  It felt like “home.”  He was sure that if he were blindfolded and presented with multiple pussies, he could pick hers out of the crowd. 

Still, there had been too few of these “home” fucks during the long weeks of training and before that with the frequent absences entailed by his flying with Ms. Dunbar.

He settled down on her to wait for his cock to soften.  Both her arms and legs enfolded him.  Her hands explored his back gently.  It occurred to him he could remain like this forever.

Finally, he roused.  Propping himself on his arms, he looked into her placid face.

“How have things been?”

“Aside from missing you, not bad.  Jose has been working out really well.  The kids love him.”

Having that comment at the top of the reply was a bit disquieting.  Jose, their 18 year-old au pere, had enabled Steph to return to work fulltime.  Steph had selected him when he was 17 on a work-study program in high school.

Since he was their employee, Steph was responsible for his sexual “quieting.”  Since he was a live-in, she submitted to being fucked by him frequently.  Since he was a typically randy teenager, it was sometimes necessary for him to fuck multiple times per day.

“How is your cunt holding up?” Pilot asked empathetically.

Steph smiled wryly.

“Close the door.”

Pilot rose and complied and then took a place beside her.

“It seems like he’s always stiff.”  The smile that accompanied that statement indicated that she was not entirely disapproving of that circumstance.  “Hillary has become quite the imp, teasing his cock to see him get big.  I’ve tried to discourage her, but he doesn’t have a problem with being fondled, so he lets her do whatever.  Also, I think we have Pavlovian conditioning going on.  When it’s time for me to come home from work, I think he gets an erection.  He’s always hard when I come through the door. 

“If I responded to his condition every time his pecker was pointing, I’d be on my back every waking minute.  So we made an arrangement: he sleeps in my bed whenever you’re away.  He does me morning and night and we call it square.”

“… and when I’m home?”

“I try to schedule his days off then, but that doesn’t always work out.  When you start flying, it will be important for me to know your schedule as far in advance as possible.  Even so, you’re going to probably come home to find me spread out and taking his cock sometimes because things aren’t in synch.”

“And how’s his fucking?”  Pilot tried to make the question sound casual.

“Better and better,” his wife relied promptly.  “When he first started, he was really a hair-trigger case.  He’d barely get it in and he was shot.  He’s come a long way – not just being able to hold out, but also doing the right things to get me off.”

Pilot forced a grin.

“I feel your pain.  It must be hell to have to be juggling your fucks like that.”

Steph’s brows gathered together and her mouth spread out in a thin line.

“If you stayed home and minded the house like any other husband, I wouldn’t have to manage a job, a horny teen babysitter and a horny husband – not to mention two kids.”

Pilot recognized the reproach.  He assumed a more conciliatory demeanor at once.

“Hey, just teasing.  I know I’ve put a lot on you and I know I wouldn’t have a career at all if you hadn’t supported me.  I want you to get something out of this more than just a lot of hassle.  For one thing, I really want you to enjoy being fucked by Jose while I’m gone.”

Her disapproving expression relaxed only a bit.

“Despite your good wishes, the fact of the matter is that I have all of that on my plate and it really is getting to be too much.”

He dug in.  This was going to take more than smooth words.

“Well, what can I do to help?”

She seemed to pause to consider. 

“You’re going to have to take Jose’s leash when you’re around.  Give him direction and make decisions as the employer and the father.  Tell him what to do, so he doesn’t have to keep calling me at work and prowling around my ankles when I’m trying to get something done. – or when I want to take off and do something.”

Pilot considered.  He’d never given supervision to anyone.  Not only was he uncertain about his ability to do so, he wondered if someone like Jose would accept another man’s authority.

“Well, what do you say?”

Steph was watching him closely.  Her intent to challenge him was obvious.  Refusal was not an option.

“Okay, I’ll give it a shot.”

Her smile and kiss did little to assuage his doubts.

Jose was unimposing.  He was about average height, dark haired and slim-built.  His cock was also quite average.  Its most distinctive trait was that his erection stood straight up.  When he was standing, his shaft clung to his abdomen pointing in the direction of his navel.  Apparently not a particularly hirsute man to begin with, he managed to keep his entire body smooth shaven, imparting a rather immature appearance.

The au pere was seated on the sofa reading a book to close-clinging Hillary.  The three-going-on-four-year old moppet was apparently quite familiar with the particular story because she prompted the first few words at every page turn.  Jose feigned playful frustration at her persistence, causing her to giggle with delight and swing her legs open and shut.  The naked little girl had no inhibitions about showing her cute pussy to all comers.

“Is Daddy’s girl being a tease?” Pilot asked engagingly. That provoked another spate of giggles.

“How’s it going, Jose?” Pilot offered.

“Fine, Mr. P.”  Jose sported a non-committal half-smile then added, “She can recite this story from memory, so reading it is just a game for us.”

Pilot nodded then asked where Jeremy was.  Jose lifted his chin to indicate the direction directly ahead of him.  Behind an upholstered chair out of Pilot’s line of sight but well within Jose’s, the toddler was sitting on the floor rearranging a coterie of stuffed toys and murmuring unintelligible instructions as he did so.

There wasn’t an obvious opening for Pilot to insinuate himself into an apparently smoothly operating domestic routine.  His daughter rescued him.

“Daddy?’  She rose to her knees to address him. 

“Yes, Sweetie?”  He moved to the sofa. 

“Will you read to me?”  She reinforced her plea by grasping his cock.  It was a familiar enough gesture, but it caught him off guard.  With effort, he forced himself to forestall any reaction.

“Sure, Sweet’ums.”  He cocked his head apologetically to Jose.  The latter shrugged and relinquished his seat.

“Uh, you got something else to do?”

Pilot felt the need to assert some supervisory muscle.  The au pere was nonplussed.

“I need to finish cleaning up from breakfast,” he replied, matter-of-factly.  “I guess I can leave Jeremy with you?”

“Sure,” Pilot responded with what he hoped was equal nonchalance as he sank into the vacated seat beside his daughter.  The latter kept her grip on his cock during the process.

Jose’s naked ass had barely disappeared around a corner before Jeremy had decided a change in activity was warranted.  He got to his feet and tottered, stiff-legged over to his father, babbling continuously.  He wore a diaper as his sole article of raiment in deference to his untrained condition.  Except for “dah” (signifying “Dad”) the rest of his vocalization was indecipherable.

The little boy bumped into the sofa and slapped both arms flat on the seat.  Another emphatic syllable issued from his smiling mouth.

“He wants to get up,” Hillary translated needlessly.

“Okay, Buddy.”  Pilot lifted his son onto the seat.  “We’re going to read the book, okay?”

A pudgy hand slapped the open page.  “Boo’,” the boy affirmed.

As Pilot resumed the story, Hillary casually manipulated his cock.  He tried to ignore the activity and concentrate on the story, but his organ obeyed the bidding of the small hand.  Before they had finished the story, he was fully hard and quite distracted.

“Your cock is different from Josey’s,” she stated as the book closed.  Her eyes were focused critically on his phallus.  “It’s bigger, too.”

“Uh, yeah.  There are a lot of different kinds of cocks.  Different sizes, too.”

She looked up at him.

“Can I make yours shoot?”

“Shoot?  What do you mean?” he countered, already knowing the answer.

“Make the white stuff spit out.”

“Uh, that’s not something that a little girl should be doing.  That’s something you do when you’re grown up.”

“Well, Josey lets me do it to him.”

Pilot was momentarily at a loss.

“Well, he shouldn’t,” he mumbled.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s sex and little girls shouldn’t be having sex.”

“Isn’t it sex when you stick your cock in Mommy’s pussy?”

“Yeah, that’s another kind of sex.”

“And when Mommy sucks your thing?”

“That’s sex, too.”

Hillary’s big eyes blinked as she looked back down at his erection while she reflected.

“How long do I have to wait to have sex?”

“Usually when you’re 13 or 14.”

“That’s a long time,” she protested as she looked up at him.  Her hand still worked his shaft.

He put a hand on hers to still the activity.

“But you shouldn’t be worried about that.  You should be concentrating on being a little girl and having fun.  Sex makes things complicated.  You need to be old enough to deal with complicated things like choices and decisions.”

His daughter regarded him for a moment.  Then she released his cock.

“Okay.”  She shifted to a new concern.  “Dreebles is almost on.  Jeremy likes Dreebles.  Want to watch it with us?”

“Sure, but give me a minute.  I’ll be right back.”

His erection did not decrease one iota as he strode to the kitchen.  Jose was there starting the dishwasher.  When the latter turned around, Pilot noted that he had a hand on his fully hard cock.  Perversely, Pilot couldn’t help reflecting that having an erection that stood up perfectly vertical made performing chores much more convenient.  His straight-out hard on sloped upward so it had to be manipulated out of the way if he wanted to belly up to the counter.

“I need to talk to you, Jose.”

The younger man’s face was completely impassive.

“Sure.  What’s up, Mr. P.?”

“You’ve been letting Hillary play with your cock and she says you let her jerk you off.  Is that right?”

He blinked and then replied.

“That’s right.  She thinks it’s funny and I don’t mind.”

“Well, I do.  She’s too young to be jerking guys off.  Next thing you know, she’ll be sucking cock.”

Jose continued to hold his cock.  He returned Pilot’s gaze steadily but with no sign of defiance.

“I took the child care coursework in high school to get ready for this job.  They told us that young children need to explore and experiment in addition to asking questions and observing in order to learn.  Curiosity about sex is supposed to be normal and healthy.”

“That’s a good, general principle, but we’re talking here about a specific activity: giving hand jobs.  She can’t do anything she wants.  She can’t jump off the roof to prove to herself that it’ll hurt.”

Pilot noted that his hard-on was beginning to sag.  His quarry continued to nonchalantly massage his own.

“Well, speaking about what everyone else is doing,” Jose continued patiently, “I’m taking community college work in child and family studies and they lay out the latest data there.  Did you know that almost 25% of girls are experienced cock suckers by the time they report for first grade?  And it’s a trend that seems to be gaining strength.”

Pilot was bumped off balance.  He made a non-specific noise of skepticism.

“It’s true,” the unflappable au pere persisted.  He shifted to instructional mode.  “You and I have no idea what it’s like to be a female and having the pressure to perform sexually the way they have to to meet male needs.  They really need to start early and learn comprehensively how to provide sexual relief to men.  There’s a perception that men are continually becoming more demanding at a younger age and want sex more frequently in their peak years.  Girls are being exposed to sexually-developed adolescent and adult males wanting sex from whomever is available.  It used to be that girls didn’t have to be concerned with providing sex until they were 13 or so and then it was usually siblings or the adult male in the house.  Now they can be in play for vaginal sex as young as ten.  They say ten is the new 13.”

Perversely, the thought of children sucking cock and fucking revived Pilot’s erection somewhat.  However, he was still grappling with the issues that the younger man laying out for him.

“Have you had this conversation with my wife?”  He wished he could take the question back as soon as it departed his lips.

Jose nodded.

“Conversations along this line, yeah.”

“And what was her reaction?”  He was committed.

“She pretty much knew.  She keeps up with this sort of thing.  For what it’s worth, she had trouble getting comfortable with it, too.”

“So this is pretty much how things are?”

“Yeah, I know from personal experience.  When I take Hillary to playschool or supervise a play date with a few girls, they always get around to wanting to play with the male care-givers’ cocks.  You have to be careful when they jerk you off because they can wind up with spunk in their hair or – worse – in their eye.  Mothers take exception to that.”

Pilot barely paid attention to the Dreebles.  His mind wouldn’t let go of his conversation with Jose.

“Wow!’ Hillary said with a giggle a short time later.  “You really shot far.”

Pilot gasped as his eyes refocused.  His body continued to tingle in the aftermath of his pleasure spike.  His cock twitched in his daughter’s hand as it attempted to continue to expel non-existent spunk.  A line of his semen lay on the floor leading away from the sofa.  His daughter seemed to take little notice of the dripping from his cock as she smiled at him.  He made an attempt to smile back between rasping breaths.

Maybe I need to get with the times, he thought.

Chapter 11

The first day on the job was a nervous one, but he was resolved not to let anxiety get a foothold in his psyche.  The security people showed no reaction when he presented himself wearing his laminated ID on a lanyard around his neck.  It was all he wore beyond the sandals and rather effete flight cap.  Maybe they didn’t connect with the idea that he was a pilot, not a cabin attendant.

His cock had gotten a bit chubby by the time he boarded his plane.  The male cabin attendants eyed him warily as they returned his greeting.  His 30-something captain glanced at his cock as she greeted him perfunctorily from her seat.  She was wearing her bare-breasted uniform, obviously emphasizing her authority in case he had any doubts.  Although he got the message, he was not intimidated.  In reality, he felt somewhat validated that she should find it necessary to stress her femininity. 

As he parked his hat, took his seat and started the checklist, the incipient tension eased.  No doubt it helped that this was not their first meeting.  At her insistence they had met the day before.  He apparently reassured her of his competence and readiness because they had parted on amicable terms. 

He performed his job flawlessly on that short hop.  It garnered no compliment from the captain, but he was exhalant.  His cock to grew as he followed her up the jetway.  He was fully erect by the time he gained the terminal.  He hoped he was noticed.

His regular engagements started to keep him away overnight.  On the first occasion he picked up on the interest of the female head flight attendant.  His instincts were confirmed when she was naked and writhing under him as he stroked her cunt vigorously.  She rode him in the morning before they shared a shower. 

As they prepared the plane an hour later, he peeked out of the pusspit and caught his erstwhile bedmate’s eye.  She gave him a shy smile before she turned away to attend to some chore.  As he watched her body stretch and move he imagined his teeming sperm cavorting through her reproductive tract.  His cock was much more prominent when he turned back to the control panel.  He forced himself to concentrate.

As he got more into the rhythm of the overnight trips, he found it easy to locate a cunt receptive to a visit from his cock.  His reputation apparently passed among the flight crews.  He found female associates vying for a chance to share his bed.  Even the captains were not immune to the lure of his now legendary sexual prowess.

It took a few years of service before he was promoted to the left seat.  He had no doubt that the delay was due to his gender.  His performance reviews were consistently sterling.  However, whenever he asked about his promotion, there was always some general remark about “waiting for something to open up.” 

But persistence paid off.  When he strolled into the flight crew lounge for his first command his cock was more than a little prominent.

On first appearance his new first officer did not inspire confidence.  She was short and petite and gave the impression of being impossibly young.  Her tiny features were emphasized by her pulled-back hair.  Only her large, dark eyes seemed adult size. 

Her nervousness was apparent as they shook hands.  As he attempted to make get-acquainted talk, she glanced repeatedly at his cock.  Amused, he contrived to move subtly to make it wag stiffly.  She glanced with greater frequency.  He caught her eyes as they returned to his face.

“Like my little guy?” he asked with a pointed smile.

She flushed with embarrassment.

“It’s nice … but it’s just that I’ve never worked for a man before.  I guess I really don’t know what to expect.”

Immediately he knew what to do.

“Why don’t you slip out of your panties and we’ll get better acquainted,” he suggested quietly.

Relief flooded her features.  She quickly hiked up her skirt, caught her panty waistband and drew it down.  He didn’t get a glimpse of her pussy at that point, but his cock was expressing its approval.  When her undergarment slumped to her ankles, she simply stepped out of her shoes.  Then she looked up at him expectantly.

As he stepped forward, his hand acquired her thigh and traced its course to cup her ass under her skirt.  As he backed her onto the arm of an upholstered sofa, her hand tentatively touched his hardening cock.  When she perched and opened her legs, his finger found her slit, traced it to her opening and probed inside.  Her hand closed on his cock and began a gentle tug that helped complete his hardening process.

It was while he was digitally simulating her that he made his discovery.  Her cervix was easily within reach of his finger tip.  Slipping a hand under her thigh to bring her pelvis up, he checked again.  Sure enough.  If his finger could so easily reach the lips of her womb, then so should his cock, he reasoned.

His co-pilot was limp and gasping when he inserted his cock.  As her head lulled and eyelids flickered, he probed.  There!  He pressed and it yielded.  His cockhead was being collared by the puckered lips of her innermost sanctum.   The realization of what he had drove him to still higher levels of arousal.  He wanted to deposit his semen directly into her womb. 

He began to drive in short strokes to maintain his purchase in that very special spot.  Her head came up.  Her eyes showed recognition of what was happening.  His fear that she would draw away proved baseless.  Instead she raised her legs still higher to facilitate his mission.

Their eyes were locked when he went over.  The tightness of her inner entrance proved too much stimulation for his cockhead.  He spurted strongly and followed it up with another equally violent emission.  He pulled her to him, forcing his cock as deeply into her he could manage.  The third pulse was little more than a twitch but it followed behind the peak of his pleasure sensation.

When her small face turned up to him, he found her waifish appearance particularly appealing.  His softening cock seemed to regain some of it integrity.  He resolved to remain inside her even if he couldn’t retain his purchase on her cervix.

“It seems like you figured it out.  Most guys find my shallow cunt an inconvenience because they can’t get all the way in.”

“Then they’re missing out.  That was great getting into your box.  I really got off.”

“That’s nice.  My step father has a long, skinny cock.  He likes doing me all the way.  We’re very close because he understands my body so well.”

They talked comfortably for a few more minutes as he continued to probe her with short, slow strokes.  Finally, he withdrew his still rampant cock.  They both looked that the shiny shaft.

“We have to get to work,” he announced, “but I’ll want to fuck you again once we get where we’re going.”

She nodded and stooped to pick up her panties.  She held them casually as she replied.

“Of course.  You’re the boss.”

After this initial experience, he treated it as a given that his first officer – whoever it was – would be opening her legs to receive him.  On short layovers, their tryst would take place in the pilots’ lounge, usually with only the formality of his partner’s stepping out of her panties.  When a hotel stay was involved, he required his subordinate to share his room.  Within the room, he required full and persistent nudity. 

The fact that his position of authority entitled him to sexual favors from his crew seemed perfectly normal to him.  After all, he had been on the receiving end of sexual demands from women in authority practically since puberty.  The anomaly from his point of view was that none of his subordinates seemed to resent it.  Quite the opposite, they seemed to thrive on the receiving end of male authority.

His male associates noted his ability to successfully require compliance from women.  Respect came rapidly.  It grew to something approximating reverence.  Sensitive to his new celebrity and the attendant responsibility, he found it necessary to discourage affectionate designations from fellow males that he considered sexist.  “Bitch master” popped up repeatedly despite his firm rejection of that title.

His reputation among his colleagues came to the attention of management.  The first concrete indication was when he was named Captain of the Month, a recognition he never sought.  His crews nominated and campaigned for him.  Embarrassed as well as gratified he posed nervously with the COO for his picture.  That lady graciously plumped his cock for him so he looked his best. 

When the pilots’ union named him their most exemplary professional of the year he was alone in the frame that was posted in the union’s office and newsletter.  His head-to-thigh half-turned image sported a full erection.  More than one of his colleagues remarked what a good shot it was.

He refused to run for union office, making various self-effacing excuses about his abilities.  Likewise, he was wary of becoming the poster boy for the airline which began to see a public relations advantage to touting the opportunities they provided for male advancement.  He dodged away from publicity photo opportunities.  No matter, the airline’s advertising agency merely hired male models. 

He did become something of an activist at one point.  Eager to burnish the company’s male friendly image, the airline canvassed their male pilots concerning a variety of topics.  One suggestion was providing a uniform – probably a vest – for male professionals.  Pilot was roused to argue strenuously against that proposal.  Men should be proud of their bodies and maintain their “special” nude status.  His influence was such that the proposal went nowhere.

As Pilot set down the pen and closed the folio, Hillary leaned forward to her mother with an expectant grin.

“Are you two going to fuck when we get home?”

Steph looked over at Pilot who was retrieving and replacing his cock ring, pretending to take no notice of the question.

“Well, it wouldn’t be a birthday celebration without it, would it?”

Pilot felt himself return his wife’s teasing smile.

“Of course it wouldn’t,” he agreed.

“Then, can we watch?” their daughter asked.

“Maybe.  If it’s not past your bedtime,” her mother teased.

Steph was still smiling at Pilot as they rose and started for the entrance.  She took his cock as they walked.  Hillary knew a “yes” when she heard one and so studiously avoided saying anything that might jeopardize her treat.

“You three stay put,” Pilot enjoined.  “I’ll get the car.”

Steph released his cock slowly as he turned to retrieve his shoes.  His member bobbed jauntily during the whole walk through the parking lot.  Has it gotten warmer? he wondered.

End