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LA SALOPE

Joe Parsons

The following text is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of
a sexual encounter between two heterosexual adults. If such material
offends you, please skip to the next article.  

This text is copyright 1996 by Joe Parsons.  Permission is hereby
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   **WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**

There is a message at the end of this posting that could be construed by
some as offensive. If you do not wish to expose yourself to this, please
do not read *any* of this text, as you may be offended.

    **END OF WARNING--BEGIN SMUTTY STORY**


I

Arrival

I had flown into the small municipal airport in Santa Cruz to begin work
on a long-overdue assignment. I landed on the short macadam field and
taxied to the transient parking section on the west end of the field. I
shut down the engine and turned of the electrics as the propeller was
still turning. The whine of spinning gyros filled the suddenly quiet
cockpit.

It had been a long flight from Los Angeles, and I sat in my seat for a
moment, enjoying the quiet. Finally I opened the door and stepped out
into a mild Pacific breeze. I tied the Cessna's wings and tail to the
rings in the tarmac, then retrieved my duffel from the back seat. 

It was not the most writing exciting assignment I'd ever had, but what
the hell--it would pay a few bills. I walked past the tower to pick up
my rental car. Maybe I'd be able to find something interesting to do
here.

I drove to the motel; it wasn't fancy, but at least it was close to the
water. I paid in advance for the room, then undressed and headed for the
shower. Just as the water was beginning to get warm there was a soft
knock at the door. 

"Shit!" I said, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist. "Probably the
damn maid, wanting to make up the room." It didn't make much sense,
since I'd just arrived, but I've spent a lot of time in motel rooms over
the years. Maids sometime show up to clean rooms at the strangest times.
Clutching my towel around me, I opened the door.

A young woman stood there. She wore a halter top and a short, tight
skirt. A quick glance showed me that she had a very good body, with full
breasts and a small, tight ass. Her nipples showed through the thin
fabric of her halter top and I could feel my cock stir slightly under
the rough towel covering me.

"Yes?" I asked. She looked at me silently, smiling.

"Well, here I am!" she said cheerfully, pushing her way past me into the
small room. I closed the door. She turned to face me, hands on hips.
"Quite some place you've got here," she said, looking around. "Real
classy." She had just a trace of an accent I couldn't quite identify;
possibly Eastern European, I thought.

"Yeah, it's a regular Taj Mahal," I said, a little sarcastically. 

"Well, looks like, you're not planning to waste any time," she said,
looking at the growing bulge in my towel. Suddenly she grabbed the
bottom of her halter top and pulled it over her head. She stood before
me, her long nipples protruding from firm breasts. "Not bad, eh?" she
said, flicking each nipple with her fingers.

"Very nice," I said, noncommittally, "but I have to tell you, I have no
idea what you're doing here!" She stared at me, wide-eyed. 

"What? Aren't you Jimmy Cortez?" 

"Do I really look like a guy named Cortez?" I asked, smiling. With my
fair skin and almost blond hair, I don't generally get mistaken for a
Latino. She laughed.

"No, I guess not. It looks like I've made a REALLY stupid mistake. I'm
sorry to bother you." She began to pull her halter top over her head.

I moved to her, holding her arms gently. "I don't think it would be
polite to let you just waste a trip like that," I said. I took the
skimpy top from her and tossed it on the floor.

"I don't just do this for free, you know," she said. "I mean, you're
really cute, and all, but I do have to make a living." She looked up at
me with a small smile. "I think you'd find I'm worth the price."

"And what would the price be?" I asked.

"Well," she said, "it depends on what you want. You're not a cop, are
you?"

"No," I said, laughing. "I'm not a cop. Do you think I'd be standing
here buck-ass naked if I was a cop?" I pulled the towel off and stood
before her, my cock pointing proudly toward the ceiling.

She looked down and smiled. "Nope, I guess not! Since you ask, it's two
hundred for half-and-half."

"Pretty expensive," I said.

"I've never had a customer complain," she said moving closer to me, so
her nipples just grazed my chest. 

"Okay," I said. I reached for my wallet and extracted four fifties. 

"I don't need the money quite yet," she said. "I think I can trust you."
With one swift motion she stepped out of her tight skirt and stood naked
before me. She took a step back and did a small pirouette, showing off
her firm breasts, her neatly trimmed pussy. My cock throbbed at the
sight.

She took one step and her body melted against me as her mouth found
mine. I have been with more than a few working girls over the years, and
it's unusual to receive a kiss. I wasn't giving the matter a lot of
thought, though, and I kissed back. Our tongues met and explored each
other's mouths. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest as
my cock pressed against her firm, young body. Her hands moved up and
down my back, then my sides, then my belly, caressing.

Her mouth moved from mine and began to trace a path down my throat, my
chest, my stomach, moving down toward my cock. Looking down, I could see
a small drop of pre-come glistening at the tip of my cock. Her mouth
moved toward it, hungrily. I could almost feel her wet, hot lips
wrapping around the head of my cock.

Before she reached her prize, though, I grabbed her wrists and held her
arms behind her with one hand. She looked up at me, her eyes wide. A
flush of arousal had begun to spread across her chest and belly. She was
clearly no ordinary callgirl. 

I walked her backwards to the bed, forcing her onto her back. She parted
her legs, expecting me to enter her. I could see the wetness of her pink
inner lips, wanting me. I pushed her away onto the bed. She looked up at
me, a question in her eyes.

"What do you want?" she asked. I didn't answer. Instead, I reached into
my duffel and found a pair of neckties. I tied one to each of her
wrists, then fastened each end to the metal bedposts. She looked up at
me wide-eyed, not resisting. I pulled my belt from my jeans, and tied
her left ankle to the foot of the bed, then looked around for a way to
secure her remaining leg. My canvas duffel had a removable strap, and I
used that to finish tying her to the bed. I stood back and admired my
work; she was tied to the double bed, spread eagle and helpless. The
sight of her tied, helpless, was arousing, and my cock was throbbing.
She began to struggle slightly, testing the bonds. It was useless. 

I knelt between her legs. I lowered my face slowly to her trimmed bush,
breathing in the aroma of her arousal. I rubbed my lips gently against
the fine pubic hair, then brought my lips to her cunt. I could feel the
slickness of her juices, then taste them, as my tongue began to trace
the delicate contours of her inner lips. Her hips were beginning to move
now, and I could hear small sounds coming from her throat. 

Finally I buried my face in her slick, fragrant pussy, licking up and
down, jabbing my tongue into her hot cunt, flicking her protruding
clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Each time my tongue touched her firm
clit her hips would give a little involuntary jerk, and it seemed as
though her juices were flowing more plentifully. She began to struggle
against her restraints.

I knew she was close to coming, as my tongue explored her most intimate
parts. 

Suddenly, I pulled my face away from her pussy. She raised her hips
high, as though to follow my mouth which had been giving her so much
pleasure. I stood up, looking at her. Her eyes followed my every move.

I Got back on the bed and straddled her, my balls hanging just over her
mouth. Her tongue tried to reach them, but I stayed just out of reach.
With my finger I took a small drop of clear pre-come from the tip of my
cock and held it just before her lips.

"Would you like this?" I asked, waving my finger in front of her lips. 

"Oh, yes! Please!" She licked her lips anxiously.

"I will give you some, but only if you promise to obey. Do you
understand?" She nodded quickly.

"I'm going to untie your hands for just a moment, but you must not try
to get free. Do you understand?" She nodded quickly, and I untied the
two neckties securing her wrists to the bed. I pulled her up to a
sitting position, then tied her wrists together in front of her. I
raised her hands above her head, enjoying the sensuous movement of her
firm breasts. I pulled her arms around me, pressing her body tightly
against mine. Her breath was warm against my chest. I rose to my knees
and gently pushed her head down. 

She lunged at my stiff cock, taking as much of me in her mouth as she
could in one gulp. Her mouth was hot and wet, surrounding me. One moment
her lips were tight against the sensitive head of my cock, then the next
she had taken all of me into her throat. She drew her mouth back up
again along my stiff organ, sucking at me greedily. She growled low in
her throat as she sucked at my hot rod, and the vibration shot through
me like an electric current.

Faster and faster she licked at my throbbing cock, growling like a wild
animal; her hot lips and tongue worked up and down the length of my
shaft, eagerly seeking the first hot spurts of creamy semen. I could
feel her struggling against her bonds behind my back as she tried to
break free, but I had done too good a job of tying her up. She knew it
would be just a few seconds more before I would explode, and she moved
her hot, wet mouth faster and faster on my rock-hard cock. She could
hear me making moaning sounds as I got closer and closer to orgasm.
Faster and faster she sucked at me, as though she was afraid I might
change my mind and send her away without her reward.

Suddenly I gave a loud cry, as spasms of unbelievable pleasure tore
through my body. She tried to swallow every bit of white come as I shot
each spurt into her, but there was too much for her to handle; white
rivers of semen ran out the sides of her mouth and down her chin. She
struggled harder against her bonds, but still without success. She was
trapped here, my hot cock shooting its load into her mouth and down her
throat.

Finally she could feel me begin to soften, felt the spurts slow and then
stop. She looked up at me with wide eyes, wondering what I might have in
store for her next. I wiped the semen from her chin and spread it over
her breasts; her nipples were rock-hard from arousal.

I lifted her arms over my head, but left her wrists tied together. I
pushed her onto her back, her arms over her head. She lay there looking
at me, helpless, her eyes cloudy with lust. With her legs tied to the
corners of the bed, her rosy cunt was open to me, beckoning to me. I
could see the flowing juices of her arousal and I put one finger into
her. She closed her eyes and moaned. I put two fingers into her slick
pussy, then three, then four. Her muscles seemed to want to draw me deep
into her body. The scent of her arousal was overpowering; I brought my
face close to her cunt, breathing deeply of the musky scent. Her hips
were beginning to move back and forth, begging me to bring my mouth to
her again. 

 I smiled at her and gave her protruding clitoris a quick flick with the
tip of my tongue. She raised her hips off the bed, trying to force
herself against my mouth. I hovered just above her hot, wet pussy,
teasing first her throbbing clit with my tongue, then tracing the rosy
outlines of her slick inner lips. She was mewing like a kitten, her eyes
squeezed tightly shut. I ran my fingers around her cunt, collecting the
slippery juices and put my fingers first in my mouth, then in hers, so
she could taste her own juices. She sucked greedily at my fingers, just
as she had sucked my hard cock a few moments before. The memory of her
hot mouth brought my cock to life again. She looked down at it, and I
knew she longed to feel it deep within her, driving in and out of her
wet, hungry pussy.

There would be time for that later; right now I had some other plans. I
drew away from her and looked at her, tied up so helplessly on the bed.
Her eyes moved constantly from my hard cock to my face, then back to my
cock again. I stood there silently, deciding what we might do next.


II

Helpless

I stood over her for a long moment, looking at her as she lay tied
spread-eagle to the bed. Her hips moved slightly from side to side as
her slick pussy was exposed to me. I smiled as I inspected my prize.

Even with her arms tied and stretched over her head her firm breasts
were beautifully rounded, her long nipples a dull red from arousal. She
licked her full lips repeatedly with the tip of her tongue, and I knew
she desperately wanted me inside her. Her eyes were fixed on my hard
cock hungrily; another clear drop of pre-come emerged from the tip. 

"Would you like a little taste?" I asked, waving my stiff rod inches
from her mouth. She tried to lunge for it with her mouth. "Uh, unh! I
said, pulling back. "You may have just one small drop, but you have to
promise to behave!" She nodded quickly. I moved closer to her and
brought the tip of my penis against her lips. She opened her mouth
slightly and I allowed her to have just a fraction of an inch. 

"Don't take too much," I cautioned her, "or I won't let you have any
more later!" She looked up at me in panic. "It's okay," I said. "You can
have just a little bit." Her lips closed gently around the head, and I
felt her tongue lapping gently at the very tip of my cock, taking every
tiny bit of the clear pre-come. The gentle caress of her tongue against
the sensitive head was bringing me quickly to the peak of another
orgasm, but I pulled back.

There would be time for that later, I thought to myself, smiling. The
sight of her helpless form tied securely to the bed was very appealing,
and I traced the outline of her firm breasts with the tips of my
fingers. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I brought my lips to
each nipple in turn, feeling each one harden in response. I ran my
tongue around each one, then traced the wide aureoles at the base of
each beautiful bud. I made a path of small kisses: starting at the
hollow under her jaw, down between her breasts, tasting the slight salt
of her sweat on her skin.

My lips moved down, lingering on the warmth under her firm breasts, then
proceeding down to her belly. Her hips began their side-to-side motion
again as I came ever closer to her slick, hot pussy. She began to moan.

"What would you like?" I asked her. "Tell me."

"I want you to please me," she said, breathless. "I want you bring me
pleasure." As she said this, almost pleading, she tried to raise her
hips off the bed, to bring her cunt to my mouth.

"I don't quite know what you mean," I teased. "I'm afraid you're going
to have to explain it to me." She said something in a language I didn't
understand; it might have been Russian. 

"Please!" she cried. "Please! I want you to lick my pussy again!" Slowly
I moved toward her cunt. I could almost feel the heat of her arousal
against my face as I drew nearer. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Lick my pussy!
I want your wet mouth on my cunt!" I brought my lips against her cunt,
spreading her slippery juices around with my mouth. "Please! Suck my
clit and make me come!" My mouth found her hardening clit. I took it
between my lips, feeling it get harder and longer as it emerged from its
fleshy sheath. She panted and gasped as I sucked gently at the sensitive
flesh.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my hot cunt with your mouth. I want to feel
you inside me! I want your tongue in my pussy. I want your big cock
inside me! I want all of you in me!" I licked and sucked at her hot
pussy, tasting her slick, musky juices as they flowed freely from her.
As her arousal reached a peak she began to arch her back, trying to
bring her sex into tighter contact with my mouth. Her cries were now
unintelligible, as she reverted to the language of her birth.

I thrust four fingers into her hungry pussy and felt her muscles tighten
around them. The tips of my fingers sought, then found her g-spot; her
sudden, sharp gasp told me I had reached that sensitive prize. Gently I
stroked the spot, feeling the muscles of her vagina clench around my
hand.

I knew she was going to come at any moment, and I slowly withdrew my
hand from her. She made a disappointed sound.

"What would you like now?" I asked. "I won't do anything unless you ask
me." She licked her lips.

"Please," she begged. "Please, make love to me. Just please, fuck me. I
want your cock in my hot pussy. I want to feel you inside me, fucking my
cunt. I want to feel your come inside me. Please!" She arched her back
again, struggling against her bonds.

"Since you've asked so nicely," I said, "I will make love to you."

"Please, just put your cock inside me. Please!"

I knelt down between her legs again and traced a path with the head of
my cock from her navel, slowly over her round belly, pausing at the
beginning of her neatly trimmed bush. The pre-come left a faint,
glistening trail over her pale skin.

Finally I brought my cock down, over the fine pubic hair, down, until I
paused at the threshold of her waiting pussy. Her spread legs opened her
slick pussy, and it invited me, begged me to enter. 

Finally, with one hard thrust, I brought my hot, stiff cock into her
waiting pussy, burying it to its base. She would have screamed with the
pleasure, but my mouth was on hers, stifling her cry. I lay on top of
her for a moment, my mouth locked to hers, my cock deep inside her. I
could feel the strong muscles of her vagina clenching around my cock,
bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

I began thrusting in and out of her, pulling out until just the head of
my cock was at the entrance to her pussy, surrounded by her inner lips,
then quickly plunging into her, as deeply as I could go. With each long
thrust she brought her pelvis up to meet me, making each penetration
deeper and harder.

I thrust faster and faster into her. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks in my
two hands and pulled her cunt tighter against my cock. She was making
loud, inarticulate sounds, panting, crying out sometimes in English,
sometimes in her strange native language. Faster. Harder. Deeper. This
felt absolutely perfect, and I wanted it to go on forever. I kept
thrusting my hot cock into her, feeling the electricity and warmth of my
approaching orgasm. 

As I fucked her faster and faster, the strong muscles of her pussy were
clenched around my pounding cock. Her cries were silent now, and I
realized that we both were holding our breaths.

Suddenly, an almost unbearable wave of pleasure washed through me,
starting at my thrusting cock, then radiating outward through the rest
of my body. I heard two loud wails mingling in that small room, and I
knew it was the sound of two people intimately coupled, locked in the
throes of joined orgasmic pleasure. Our bodies were no longer our own;
they had been given over to the ecstasy we were sharing during that long
moment.

As our orgasm subsided, I slowed my thrusting, then stopped, lying on
top of her, my softening penis still nestled deep in her wet pussy. We
closed our eyes as our breathing returned to normal.

After a long while I rolled off her. I kissed her soft, full lips
gently.

"That was a perfect fuck," I said to her with real appreciation. She
smiled at me. "We'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe in about twenty
minutes or so?" She giggled, squirming against her bonds.

"I don't have any other plans," she said. "If I promise not to escape,
do you think you might untie me? I could do many other things with my
hands if I they were loose." She smiled at me, mischievously.

"I think that could be arranged," I said, loosening the bonds. She
rubbed her wrists and ankles. She got off the bed and stretched
luxuriantly. I watched the seductive motion of her lithe body--the soft
bounce and curve of her full breasts, the gentle swelling of her firm
belly, the warm joining of her thighs. It was a beautiful sight. She
pulled aside the curtains to peek out.

"It's starting to get dark," she said. "I should think about going." She
looked back at me.

"I don't recall giving you permission to leave," I said, taking her in
my arms. She was much shorter than me, but her soft curves molded nicely
against me as or naked bodies melted together, skin to skin. "I still
have plans for you."

"More plans?" she asked, wide-eyed. "You can do...more?"

"I have many ideas," I said, smiling. "I am a very creative person.
You'll see." She smiled up at me.

"I can't wait to find out what those ideas might be," she said. "I have
liked all your ideas so far!" 

We embraced tightly in the fading light. Our time together had just
begun...

III

Confession, penance and absolution

We lay on the bed in the near-darkness, our naked bodies lightly
touching. I would lightly caress a firm breast, she would stroke my cock
until it just began to stir then stop, teasing. The smell of our
afternoon's passion filled the room with a musky aroma. I sensed that
she was trying to tell me something.

"What is it?" I asked, trying to encourage her.

"I have to confess something to you," she said in a small voice. "I am
not what I seem." I looked at her exquisite body and smiled.

"You look fine to me, " I said. "I think my money will have been well
spent!"

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" she said. "I mean, I came here
because I had a bet from my friend. She said I didn't have the guts to
dress up like a hooker and knock on a motel door. She said I'd chicken
out first."

I looked at her for a long moment.

"Yes," I said. "This changes things. Stand up."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, as she got to her feet, looking
at me. I looked at her sternly.

"Come over here." I took her wrist firmly as she came to me. "You have
not been truthful with me," said. "You came here under false pretenses."
She started to protest. "Be quiet!" I said sharply. She fell silent,
looking down.

I sat on the bed, pulling her with me. "I can't let this go unpunished."
I pulled her across my lap. I laid my hand against the roundness of her
firm ass. It was very warm and soft. "You have to learn to tell me the
truth." She squirmed slightly as she lay across my lap. Her body was
very warm against my skin.

SMACK! I bought my hand down sharply against her bottom. She jumped at
the impact.

"Aie!" she cried, as she tried to cover herself with her hands. I pulled
her hands away.

SMACK! The marks of my hand were vivid red against her pale skin. SMACK!
Each time I spanked her, she squirmed on my lap a little more. Her round
buttocks were a rosy pink, and she gave a little cry with each new blow.

SMACK! SMACK!

"Please! Please!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I'll be good!"

SMACK! 

I rested my hand against her hot, red flesh. 

"Will you tell the truth from now on?" I stroked her round buttocks, and
she writhed on my lap. My cock was hardening again, pressing up against
her soft belly.

"Yes! I promise! Only the truth!" she said, between sobs. I kept up my
gentle stroking of her tender ass cheeks, now moving my hand between her
legs, feeling the moistness there.

"How do I know you're telling me the truth now?" I asked, raising my
hand over her tender buttocks. She squirmed again, anticipating another
sharp blow on her tender flesh.

"I am! I am! I always tell you the truth! I promise!" I went back to
stroking her again. As my hand made its way between her legs she spread
them, allowing me better access to her most private, tender parts. My
fingers found a resting place between her moist inner lips, feeling her
juices, her clitoris beginning to harden and emerge again. As I gently
pushed two fingers into her waiting pussy she nestled against me, making
small purring sounds, like a kitten.

She slid off my lap and pushed my legs apart, kneeling between them. She
fastened her eyes on my cock, which was now pointing toward the ceiling.

"Such a lovely thing," she purred, taking it in her hand. "So long, and
smooth and powerful...all for me." She held me between her palms,
bringing her lips to the tip, as if to plant the gentlest of kisses on
it. Her lips hesitated for just a moment, then she swallowed my entire
length, taking all of me into her mouth. I could feel the back of her
throat, and her lips were lost in the pubic hair at the base of my
throbbing rod.

She stayed there for a moment, motionless, as though savoring the feel
of me inside her throat. Then she slowly withdrew, her lips keeping a
tight seal against my cock, her mouth sucking gently. When she reached
the very tip of my penis, she stopped, clamping her lips firmly around
the sensitive spot where the head joins the shaft. I could feel her
tongue flicking lightly around the sensitive head of my cock. I threw my
head back, squeezing my eyes tightly shut, thinking that I would shoot
yet another load into her throat. 

She moved her mouth down the length of my shaft again, though, then up,
then down, bringing me first to the brink of orgasm, then letting me
down, then back to the precipice, then down. I knew she was enjoying
this sudden role reversal; it was as though she was paying me back in
kind for my earlier abuse of her tender flesh.

Just as I was about to reach the point of inevitable orgasm, she
suddenly released me from her mouth and smiled up at me innocently.

"Was there anything else you wanted from me, Sir?" she asked, as though
I were ordering a Big Mac with fries.

"Yes, dammit!" I said. "Finish it! Just finish it!" 

"Oh, yes, Sir!" she said, standing up in front of me. "I would be
pleased to!" With no further warning she straddled me, taking my hard
cock into her steaming pussy in one swift stroke. She impaled herself
upon me, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her arms wound around my
neck and she bounced on my lap, forcing my cock deeper and deeper into
her cunt. I felt the warmth of her reddened buttocks against my thighs
as she rode my hard cock, oblivious to the pain. Her breasts bounced in
the dim light.

Soon our bodies, approaching another peak of ecstasy, took over our
will; our animal cries filled the room as I, blind from pleasure, sent
hot spurts of come deep into her throbbing pussy. She sobbed in her own
intense orgasm, calling my name, crying out words I did not understand.

If this is détente, I said I thought to myself, I could become a career
diplomat.

At last our spasms slowed, then stopped, and we sagged against each
other, exhausted. I rolled over onto my side, still clasping her to me.
She seemed to be holding my now softening cock in her pussy with her
incredibly strong vaginal muscles. We lay tangled together in the dim
light, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies, breathing in the musky
aroma of our passion, feeling our heartbeats slow. 

Although it was early December, Santa Cruz had never seemed so warm.

After a while, we slept.

IV

Initiation

We spent a peaceful night in each other's arms. I awoke once and looked
down at her sleeping; her face, framed by dense curls of golden brown
hair, was angelic. I felt her warm breath on my chest. Gently I explored
her firm young body as she slept: the hollow under her jaw, the contour
of each swelling breast, the smooth curve of her hip, the soft pubic
hair at the joining of her thighs. As I touched her, she made a small
contented sound and her full lips curved in a smile.

The first light of the morning began to wash into the room. I was
enjoying the last traces of a dream; in that dream I was reveling in
taste and texture of her soft body and she would cry out passionately in
her strange language. In the dream I felt her full lips caressing my
belly, fastening on my cock, her tongue flicking along the length of my
shaft, sucking on the sensitive head. I moaned in pleasure as I came
awake to discover that the reality and the dream had met: she was moving
her mouth up and down the length of my penis, kissing along its length,
sucking gently at the tip, slowly taking me length into her mouth.

I stirred, and she looked up at me and grinned, then turned her
attention to my hard cock. She seemed to have all the time in the world
as she worked her mouth up and down the length of my penis, sucking
first gently, then harder as her lips fastened around just the sensitive
head of my cock. Her hands caressed my inner thighs, my balls as her
mouth kept up its marvelous work of pleasure on my cock.

Finally, loudly, I came, shooting spurts of semen into her mouth as she
purred with her own pleasure. She licked my tender penis clean, then
kissed a path up my chest to my face, locking her full lips to mine. I
could taste my own semen on her lips.

We lay there for a few moments, locked in a tight embrace, then I gently
pushed her away.

"Let's get dressed and go out," I said. "I have some more plans for
you." 

"But I want to stay here, in bed with you," she pouted. "I want to make
love some more."

"Just get dressed," I insisted. "We'll get some breakfast, then we'll
take a little ride."

Reluctantly she complied, and we walked across the highway to the diner,
where we stuffed ourselves on pancakes and sausage. She stroked my leg
with her bare foot under the table as we ate.

"Can't we just go back to the room?" she asked as I was paying the
check.

"Nope," I said. "I have a much better idea." I grinned at her
mysteriously.

"What could be a better idea than making love all day in the room?" she
asked, snuggling against me.

"You'll see." I headed the car out the highway, toward the small
municipal airport.

Santa Cruz Muni is quite close to the center of town, and it was not
more than a ten minute drive before we were parked at the edge of the
field. I got out of the car, then opened her door, taking her hand as
she got out. We stopped in the line shack, and I filed a local flight
plan. The owner looked at my companion, then back at me. He smiled,
shaking his head.

We walked out the to the airplane, in the gentle westerly breeze. She
looked at the Cessna, wide-eyed.

"This is yours?" she asked, incredulous.

"Well, it's partly mine. It's sort of a partnership: me and the bank." I
unlocked both doors, freed the controls, then began the preflight,
walking around the plane, releasing the tiedowns, checking the control
surfaces. She followed me, watching my every move.

Finally, satisfied that we were airworthy, I helped her into the left
seat and helped her fasten her seatbelt. I closed her door, then walked
around to get into my seat on the left. I fastened my own belt, then
flipped master switch and electronic switches. The whirr of gyros filled
the cabin, followed by the crackle of the radio. I turned to the
Terminal Information Service and marked down wind direction, velocity
and barometric pressure on a small clipboard. She watched me silently,
fascinated. I looked around the airplane.

"Clear prop!" I said, then turned the key to START. Three blades of the
large propeller flashed past the windshield and the motor started,
settling down to a lumpy idle. I selected Ground Control's frequency and
keyed the microphone.

"Ground, this is Cessna 6085 Golf at transient parking with Information
Foxtrot, taxi two-niner right." 

"Roger, 85 Golf. Cleared to taxi to two-niner right, tower point 25."

"85 Golf," I acknowledged, switching to the tower frequency. "Tower,
Cessna 6085 Golf ready for takeoff on two-niner right, left downwind
departure."

"85 Golf, you are cleared for takeoff, left downwind departure. Good
day." I clicked the transmit button twice to acknowledge as I taxied
onto the runway and pushed the throttle forward. The plane accelerated
briskly.

I spent a lot of years saving up enough money to buy my own airplane.
Even though there's no way I could ever justify the cost, every time I
push the throttle to the firewall and head down a new runway, I know the
money is well spent. The Cessna Centurion has almost 300 horsepower, and
you feel every one of them as the airplane surges smoothly down the
runway. Soon I pulled the wheel back to raise the nose and we broke free
of the earth, climbing swiftly into the clear California sky.

I trimmed the airplane for the climb and looked over at my passenger.
She was clutching the sides of her seat as we climbed out. 

"Isn't this a great day for flying?" I asked.

"I suppose," she said, looking down at the ground as we climbed.

"Is this your first time in a small plane?" I asked.

"It's my first time ever in an airplane!" she said, still looking down
at the ground as we climbed ever higher.

"Scared?" I asked.

"A little," she said. "It's so small, and I never knew anyone who could
fly a plane!"

"It's not too difficult," I said. "It's just like driving a car, only
you have three dimensions to work with." Finally I leveled out at 6,000
feet, then set throttle and propeller for cruise. The landscape of
Northern California stretched out under us in a sparkling clear winter
day. I adjusted the trim tabs so the airplane would fly itself.

"Why don't you fly it," I said. "Just take the wheel." She looked at me
with alarm. "It's easy. Just take the wheel. Tentatively, she put her
hands on the control wheel in front of her. "When you turn the wheel to
the left, the airplane will bank to the left." She turned the wheel
slightly and the Cessna reacted.

"Aie!" she cried, taking her hands off the controls as the plane banked
to the left. I laughed, bringing the wings level.

"Maybe we should have a flying lesson at another time," I said. "Right
now, though, I have a better idea. Have you ever heard of the Mile High
Club?" She looked at me quizzically.

"Mile High Club? What is this?" I pointed at the altimeter. It indicated
that we were more than 5,280 feet above sea level.

"It is an elite group of people who have joined by doing something
'special' at an altitude of more than one mile. Do you have any idea
what that might mean?"

"I think I have the idea," she said, " but who would fly the plane?" I
flipped a switch on the panel to engage the autopilot. "I have a
chauffeur," I said, reaching for her.

"Is this chauffeur reliable?" she asked.

"Very," I said. "And he knows how to keep his mouth shut." I unfastened
my seatbelt and reclined the passenger seat to horizontal. She smiled at
me, and our lips met. The Cessna's motor droned on.

I pulled her top over her head to reveal her round breasts. I put my
lips to each nipple, feeling each one respond. As I was licking and
fondling her firm breasts she unbuttoned my shirt and began stroking and
licking my chest, sucking on my nipples. I pulled at her short skirt,
and soon she was naked, writhing on the cool leather of the seat. I
parted her legs and knelt between them, burying my face in her moist
pussy. Her clit began to protrude as her juices flowed copiously from
her cunt. I was reveling in her musky taste as she pulled my face up to
hers and kissed me deeply as she unfastened my belt.

Her hands pushed opened my belt and pushed the waist of my pants down. I
discarded them, throwing them into the back seat of the airplane. Now we
were both naked; six thousand feet above the ground, hurtling southward
at over 180 knots. She pulled me on top of her, grabbing at my erect
penis. Her mouth sought, then found, my cock, and she licked and sucked
at me with abandon. I could hear her animal growls over the drone of the
engine.

She had a way of knowing when I was getting close to orgasm. Suddenly
she stopped, pulling me from her mouth, clutching my cock firmly,
pressing against the base of the organ to keep me from coming. She
guided my face back down between her legs and I sucked and licked at her
firm clit again, tasting the sweet juices of her arousal.

Soon her moans told me she was reaching her own orgasm, and I moved my
body over her, my cock hovering over her pussy. Her hands clutched at my
ass, pulling me towards her. I teased her clit with the tip of my cock.
She moaned in frustration, scolding me in a language I didn't
understand.

Finally, I entered her, plunging deeply into her wet cunt, burying
myself as far as I could go, touching bottom. She cried out as I
penetrated her, and her cries mingled with the drone of the airplane's
motor. Her nails raked across my buttocks, pulling me into her. I
plunged in and out, in and out, faster and faster, feeling the
escalation of pleasure for both of us. The slippery juice of her pussy
coated my cock as it luxuriated in the pleasures of her flesh.

I pulled my cock out of her cunt and replaced it with my mouth, licking
fervently at her protruding clitoris, then she would pull my cock to her
hungry mouth so she could lick our mingled juices.

Finally, with my cock buried deep in her throbbing pussy, we both came,
our cries mingling with the comforting drone of the Cessna's big motor.
We lay on the leather seat for several minutes. Finally, as my cock
began to soften, I sat up and looked around. I did not recognize the
terrain: we were lost.

The responsibilities of being Pilot in Command momentarily overcame my
desire for my angel. I withdrew from her and sat back in the left seat.
The leather was cool against my naked ass.

I retrieved a Sectional Chart from the back seat and compared it with
the terrain below. In a matter of minutes I knew we were approaching
Santa Barbara. Time certainly flies when you're having fun, I thought to
myself.

"Even been to Santa Barbara?" I asked, as I began to trim the airplane
for descent.

"No," she said. "Is it nice?"

"It can be," I said, smiling at her. "Get dressed, and we'll see what
kind of trouble we can get into."  

Reluctantly, she dressed as we began our descent into Santa Barbara. I
struggled into my jeans, then called Santa Barbara tower for landing
clearance.

Finally we touched down, one veteran member of the Mile High Cub, and
one new initiate. This called for a celebration. Soon I would decide
what the celebration should be...


©1996 Joe Parsons.  All rights reserved.


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These are international calls, but the cost can be as low as $.49
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If you'd like to learn more about telephone sex, find "Phonesex--the
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jmp@cyber-mall.com

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