Message-ID: <25420asstr$964221019@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Phil Phantom" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 06:36:41 PDT Subject: {ASSM} Clear Air Turbulence Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2000 19:10:21 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, Vulpine, english, dennyw, newsman, gill-bates Clear Air Turbulence By: Phil Phantom HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com Jack Armistad felt like the luckiest man alive. He had four full days with the babe of babes, Julia Shoemaker, office heart-throb, mother of three, wife of one, brick shithouse, and legs like a goddess. Julia Roberts had nothing on Julia Shoemaker, but they did look very much alike, and that's why she was good for the corporate image. By coincidence, Julia Shoemaker's maiden name was Roberts. Jack had four days staffing a convention booth and a bedroom in sin city - Las Vegas, Nevada - with a babe like Julia Roberts only with bigger breasts. If the slots weren't good to him, the slut would be, and she would be a slut within twenty-four hours or his name wasn't Jack Armistad. Julia Shoemaker felt like the unluckiest woman alive, seated on a plane for Las Vegas beside the biggest jerk alive, stuck with him for four days when she couldn't stand to be in the same room with the cocky, crude, arrogant asshole for four seconds. Putting them together for this assignment was somebody's idea of a sick joke, and she knew who might be that sick - the CEO, Freeman McReynolds. She wouldn't put out for him, but she'd put out for Jack the Jock - or so he'd think. A lot of women did. Sure, Jack was handsome and smooth in a bad boy sort of way, and many women are attracted to that like moths to flames. She knew he was hung. Women talk - twelve inches, measured on top. That's hung. Size did matter to most, but Julia had never been hung-up on penis size, although very small was very disappointing. Average was fine if the man knew how to use it. Most hung men don't. They let their size do their fucking. Actually, they let their partner do the fucking, and Julia didn't like fucking some guy. She did like getting fucked, and she didn't like any of the nicer terms for it: making love, intercourse, whoopie, nookie. She liked getting fucked. There is a big difference between making love, fucking someone, and getting fucked. Julia was a passive piece of ass. She liked being on bottom or bent over. She enjoyed being taken, fucked, having her ankles pinned back, ridden hard, shown no mercy. Bent over, she liked a man with an iron grip to hold her in place by the hip bones. She liked having her jugs swung. She loved a man who could make a milk shake. She didn't like riding; she liked being ridden. She didn't care to drive, she liked being driven. She was the ride, but arrogant big dicks thought they were. They liked to lie on their back with hands behind their necks and watch the bitch ride the stallion. Fuck them; fuck that, and fuck Jack Armistad in the ass. She didn't have to fuck him to know what he'd be like. Besides, she was happily married to a man who gave her good sex the way she liked it, a bit on the small side, but he made up for that by being very oral. She liked that very much, and big dicks don't eat pussy. They don't have to. Well fuck them, and fuck that, and fuck Jack in the ass. Jack knew she'd be difficult, but not this cold. She was pissed at somebody, staring out the window, arms folded tight, legs clamped and turned away from him. Her body language said, "I hate you!" One would think she were pissed at him, but he didn't make the assignment, cut any deals, pay anyone off. He was just lucky - maybe unlucky. He took an hour of very frosty shoulder, then said, "Julia. You have every reason to think I arranged this or paid someone off to be seated here beside you, but I swear, I did not. I'll admit, I am thrilled about it. I feel very fortunate to share this much quality time with you. I'm confident that, given time, you'll warm to me and we can at least be buddies, even if we go back and I have to tell everyone that you shot me down in flames. I would, too. I won't lie about that. I also won't keep it a secret if I bring you down in flames. I'll probably hire a sky writer and plaster the skies of Chicago. I'm not telling you anything you don't know. You know me, but what you don't know is that I would never do anything under-handed. There is no glory in a deceitful conquest or shame in losing a contest fairly fought. Again, I swear to you, I had nothing to do with this. Please, Julia, can't we be friends?" Jack saw the tension ease all through his speech. When he got to the end, her arms were down, the legs weren't clenched, and she turned to face him. She said, "I don't know what makes you think we are engaged in any mattress dog fight, but I don't play games with you or anyone. If someone told you otherwise, you were misled." "No, I checked the books. There are no stars by your name, but you have nineteen confirmed kills. You are the Red Baron. I'm snoopy." "That's very cute, but get this straight, I do not trust men or believe a word they say. They live by one creed: all's fair in love and war." "Yes, but this is neither love nor war. This is recreational sex between consenting adults. This is a game. The game has rules and standards of ethical conduct. The man may use seduction techniques that are above board, and must honor an absolute no. The woman doesn't have to do anything, just be like a deer in the forest. The deer can't choose not to be hunted. I'm sorry, Julia, my dear, but I must hunt you or go down in flames." "Fine, hunt me, but know this. You are a hunter garbed in gasoline-soaked rages, and I am a fire-breathing, flame-throwing, saber-toothed Bambi. Come closer, Rag man." "Ouch. I bedda be bwerry bwerry quiet when I sneak up on you, huh?" "Very cute; Now I want you." "Wow, that was easy. If you'll just slip out of your hide, I'll gut you and mount you." "Can the comedy, Armistad. I told you, I don't trust men. I called the Plaza Hotel to check my reservation. There is no reservation in my name, but there is a room for two in your name. Expecting company, Jack?" "Damn! There is a god and Jesus loves me. No, I'm not expecting anyone except you, but again, I swear to you, this is not my doing. This is news to me, Julia, great news. Look at the gleam in my eyes. This is my birthday surprise look." "I hope you can find other accommodations. With three major conventions going on, the whole town is booked solid." "Come on, Julia, we're adults and coworkers. This isn't my fault and it's none of my doing. I have a room; you don't. If anyone goes room hunting, it' s you, but there's no need for that. We can be friends and share a room. Please, Julia, you must believe me. I am completely and totally innocent, and I think it's my birthday. Don't make this look go away. I can make a sad face that will break your flame-throwing heart." She held in a laugh but couldn't stop the smile, and when the smile broke through, that seemed to melt her frozen exterior. She placed her soft hand on his and said, "I believe you, Jack. You're right. We are adults. Happy birthday, but I am not the present you'll be unwrapping. We'll share a room as friends and coworkers, but there had best be two beds in that room. There is no way I am climbing into bed with you, and you had best not climb into bed with me, or we aren't friends anymore. Understood?" "Understood. Do you sleep naked? I do." "Whether I do or don't, or choose to or choose not to is irrelevant. Look but don't touch. Is that understood?" "I have to stop you here, Julia. This contest has it's own rules and touching is allowed. What's the matter, can't you deal with a man who takes liberties?" "Yes I can. I know Judo and can break a man's arm in five places in two seconds. Go ahead and take your liberties, but I only say no one time." "You'd never hurt me, Julia. I'll be as cute and lovable as a puppy. You'd never kick a puppy." "Don't count on it or you might end up being a puppy in a cast. And you're right, I do know you. You're too cheap to plaster the skies of Chicago, but you have a big mouth. You'd rent a megaphone and ride the back of a moped through the streets, shouting, I nailed Julia Shoemaker." "Me, cheap! Who told you I was cheap. I am, but who told you?" She laughed hard and her face took on a radiant beauty. She squeezed his hand warmly, and said, "I guessed. Our paychecks can't be too far apart, and you have to support an active dating life. It's a cruel world, but men are still expected to pick up the check." "But this date is on Freeman McReynolds." "This is not a date." "Then why are we holding hands." After he said that, they weren't. She said, "We're not. I just wanted to tell you, yes, we can be friends. A friend can pat another friend on the hand." "You weren't patting, you were holding. You squeezed my hand affectionately, several times. I thought you loved me." "You're impossible. You think all women love you. You think you're cute and lovable but you're not. You're cocky and arrogant. You're right, I won't kick a puppy, but I'll kick a mutt who is trying to hump my leg." "That's hard to do with a mutt humping your leg, that's why smart mutts get a bitch by the leg." "See what I mean. I forgot to add crude, and you just called me a bitch. I'm supposed to love you? Think again, mutt. It amazes me that so many women love you and sing your praises. What truly amazes me is that you ever get laid." "They all love a part of me." "I knew that was coming. Am I supposed to innocently say, 'What part do they love, Jack?'" "My dick." That put a blush in her cheeks and made her face the window, but it also made her start chuckling, then laughing. She then looked back all aglow and said, "I walked right into that, didn't I?" Just be glad you weren't running on your knees. You might have lost an eye. Looking at your sexy legs while you were busy blushing made me dangerous in the skivvies, and I don't wear any." "I am not going to look at your crotch, and flattery gets you absolutely nowhere with me. I know I'm beautiful and my body is fantastic. Flatter a flat-chested homely girl with skinny legs and she'll respond...and stop trying to make me look down. I refuse. I know you're hung. It's been measured, reported, and noted in the corporate record book. Congratulations, but I'm not into playing mare to a stallion. Twelve is three beyond my comfort zone. Go lop three inches off of the fat base. That would impress me, but flattery is a waste of breath." "You're wrong about not being able to flatter the ultra beautiful and sexy women. All women love to know what about them first attracts a man, how their features affect a man, what is working for them and what isn't. The more beautiful the woman, the more interested she is. She is beautiful because she applies herself to looking beautiful and sexually attractive. You go to great effort to always look your best. Work without recognition sucks. It's your legs that first draw my eyes. Your legs are breath-taking and your choice of clothing to highlight them is masterful, in exquisite taste, never tacky, first class. You walk like a lady and sit like a lady, but you always display your legs gracefully and tastefully. Your legs, Julia, your legs, and that comes from a breast man. It takes one hellova set of gams to get me to look down from a fine set of hooters. For the longest time, I didn't know you had hooters." "Well, I stand corrected. My legs have received glowing praise in the past, but nothing like that. I can't help wondering how many times you've said those lines to have it memorized so well." "If you can find a woman I said lines to, I'd like to meet her. I don't use lines. I simply speak my mind. What comes out, comes out, and it's not always poetic or pleasing. If I give a compliment, it comes from the heart. Same with a criticism. By the way, your upper arms are beginning to look flabby. You might want to start doing curls. That'll tone them up." "All right, I believe you...do they really look flabby?" Jack tested her flesh as she held her arm up for him as though to showoff a muscle. He flapped her under arm area, then slid down from her pit to her tit and gently squeezed a quart jug. She could have yanked her arm down and knocked him off her breast, but she held her arm up while he fondled her breast. She said, "Do you mind?" "I don't, do you?" "Very much." "I was just seeing how firm they are. How much of this is bra and how much is you? Everyone is curious." Still holding her arm aloft for him, she said, "Do you think I stuff my bra?" "No, but some bras push and mold floppy tits into respectable hooters with bulging cleavage. Some just cup what's there. I'm impressed. These proud babies stand on their own. [undoing two buttons] Natural cleavage - I'm very impressed. What are you, thirty-two, thirty-three?" "If you must know, I wear a thirty-six double 'E'." He reached to the other one and fondled it likewise, saying, "Not your bra. Your age." "Oh, I thought you...Hey, you're not supposed to ask a woman her age." "You're not supposed to feel a married woman's breasts, either." "Then stop doing that. I'm married." "I'm not through examining your breasts, and we're friends." "We're not that close...What are you looking for, lumps?" "I'm not a doctor, I'm a lady's man. I'm testing their suitability for fucking. I have a hard time finding a good set of boobs to fuck." "Yes, I can imagine....Well, are they good for that?" "Excellent. I could fully wrap my cock in firm tittie flesh. You'd be a great chest fuck." "I might let you do that. If I did, would you tell anyone?" "No, that's nothing to brag about. If that's all I got, I'd have been shot down in flames." "In that case, I'll seriously think about it." "Chest fucking is awfully messy, you know." "Sperm is supposed to be good for the skin." "Do you mind if I jackoff in your face?" "Yes, I mind." "It's basically the same thing. I'm just not using my hand. I'm using your tits." "Yes, but you using your hand doesn't do a thing for me." Jack put the divider up and repositioned himself. Julia let her arm down, then went stiff when he grabbed both breasts and roughly moved them all over her chest. Without trying to defend herself, she cried, "Christ...Jack, stop this. I mean it." "No you don't. You won't stop me until I take the ache out of your nipples. You are proud of your breasts, but you are especially proud of your nipples or you wouldn't be tolerating this, waiting on me to stop fucking around and get to them. You put pressure on me so I'd speed this up and reach inside. All right, Julia, I'll examine your nipples. You keep a lookout and alert me if anyone approaches." With that said, he unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the cups off her breasts. When he did that, she became a lookout, awed at his audacity, and impressed with his technique. He was smooth. He knew women. He knew she thought her nipples were superb and would impress him. Actually, she wanted a review like she got on her legs. That would be worth getting busted with her bust out. It would be no big deal anyway. They were in a near-empty first-class section in relative privacy in the last set of seats with a flight attendant who liked to read and only stepped out from the first-class galley for a stroll-through every thirty minutes to see if anyone wanted anything. Seeing a first-class couple getting frisky in a relative private setting would not likely make her blush or file a report to the FAA. Jack opened up her blouse and unfastened the bra, putting her bare chest on open display. She watched him toy with the nipples and kept an eye out. He rolled them, pulled on them, stroked them, and lightly pinched them. He nibbled, sucked, and licked them. He took the ache out of her long, flawless nipples but put those aches in her crotch. He played with her bare chest with both hands for four minutes, some of the best boob foreplay Julia ever experienced. He was good with his mouth and knew just how rough to be and exactly how much to hurt them. There was nothing gentle or loving in the way Jack used a woman's chest. They were for his pleasure, not hers - perfect. He had her writing under his hands and mouth, moaning passionately but quietly while squirming on clamped thighs, nearing her first orgasm from tit-play alone, but the flight attendant spoiled it all by stepping out of her cave. Julia said, "Play time is over. Get back on your side and behave. Company is coming." He relinquished her breasts and she quickly got them covered but didn't bother with the useless bra or buttoning the blouse, though he had unbuttoned it all the way. She folded the sides in and pinned them in place with her arm across her middle. The flight attendant noticed and smiled, saying, "Need anything, or would you rather I just leave you two alone?" Jack said, "No we like seeing you. She admires your breasts, and I love the way you walk away. You have a gorgeous ass and you know how to move it. You' re a snake charmer, you are. You keep checking on us. Check on us all you want, but bring that fine ass with you...oh, and the tits. Bring them, too. What the hell, bring her some pussy, too. It's her birthday." She blushed but not nearly as well as Julia. She also smiled. She also looked at his snake, which made Julia look. What a snake, laid out along the left leg, the aisle leg, hard, jerking. Of course he made it jerk to draw attention to it, flexing his love muscle. Julia never saw or heard anything so bold in her life and didn't know what she'd do if she were a flight attendant and heard a line like that, only Julia now knew that was no line, just Jack speaking his mind openly and honestly. Jill, a petite blonde with a boyish figure, did have a fine ass and she did move it well. Oddly, Julia did admire her perky breasts - a lucky guess or did it show. Whatever, Jill the flight attendant leaned in and bent low, resting her hand on Jack's leg, just up from the head of his cock. Looking and speaking to both, she said, "I'm flattered and I lay over in Vegas if you two are interested in getting together. I'll bring the ass and the tits and throw in some birthday pussy. Happy birthday." Jack said, "We're interested. Give me a number. I'll contact you around seven this evening or leave a message." Her hand slid over his cock and gave a firm squeeze as she said to Julia, "Great! I look forward to it...[then to Jack] and bring this to the party. I like snakes, especially pythons." She gave a parting squeeze and walked away with Jack checking out the fine ass by leaning into the aisle. Julia waited, but stared at his python while waiting. She got caught staring and blushed when he said, "Caught you." "Okay, so I looked, but you had no right to make her that offer. At least you'll have something to screw tonight." "Don't you want in? She wants you, Julia." "She wants that reptile you carry in your slacks. She might be willing to humor me to get that." "No, I can tell. She's a muff diver who likes it up the ass while she's diving." "Look, I'm not climbing into bed with you, so get that through your thick head. I let you play with my titties, so what. I wanted them played with, but I don't want to have sex with you. I'd like a foot rub, too, but I won't fuck you for one. You can massage my ass and inner thighs, but you're not getting any pussy. You can massage my pussy and not get pussy. You can eat my pussy, but all you'll get is a thank you and a pat on the head. You are not nailing this bitch, and I do sleep naked. I will walk around naked. I'll even masturbate in the open with the lights on just to drive you up a fucking wall." "You and I don't have to have sex. She can have sex with you, while I have sex with her. I can't brag that I nailed you until I pin your ankles to your ears and pump your cunt full of cum. I intend to drive you up the wall, and baby, when I'm standing over you stroking Brutus, you'll stop masturbating and make me a spread that shows your tonsils. You'll hold your toes and beg or you won't get a fucking inch if I have to bring you back with virgin pussy still in you. If all you ever had is nine inches, you're still one quarter virgin, and sweetie pie, if you take that home, that one quarter will make you ache." Julia felt a warm rush on hearing these words come out of Jack. He was making points left and right and made a bunch with one speech. Before he said that, she had her doubts that she could go four days without screwing Jack, but now had no doubt that Jack would be screwing her for four days if that was how he did it. Her type of screwing with a cock such as he possessed had to be the ultimate sexual experience. She couldn't wait to get in a room with him and start taking off her clothes. The change in Julia was dramatic. She leaned into him and let her blouse fall away from the left breast as she said, "It's aching me already. I was foolish to try to tease you. I deserve to have to beg to get rid of this terrible ache between my legs. Is that how you fuck a girl, Jack?" He pulled the lose material from the breast and rolled her turgid nipple, saying, "That's one way. That's the way I like to win a conquest. That lets the girl know she's been nailed." She watched him toy with her nipple as she said, "That would do that. Do you like a girl to nail you?" "What, ride the bolony pony?" "Yes, girl on top." "If she's into that, but I like to lead. Fucking is like dancing. One person leads, the other follows. Fucking and dancing are best if the man leads. That has been my experience, and my partners never complain about my dancing or my fucking. Don't tell me you like to lead. I had you pegged as a follower." "You know me very well. It's scary how well you know me. I don't like to do any leading. I don't want to fuck; I want to get fucked. I want a man who will throw me down and fuck me the way he wants to fuck me, in the hole he wants to fuck, in the position he wants to fuck me in. Did you guess that about me?" "No, to be honest, I thought you were more reserved than that and not into anal sex, probably an anal virgin." "I guess that did sound a bit slutty, didn't it?" "I wouldn't say slutty. By reserved, I meant a woman with little exotic sexual experience or variety. Reserved as in tame, mild, mundane, boring, routine, hum-drum, a yawn-a-thon." "Well, I have had little in the way of exotic sex. I've had five sex partners in my life, all male, none after fourteen years of marriage. As for tame, mild, and mundane - guilty, guilty, guilty, but we have our moments. I am into anal sex, but my husband isn't. My boyfriend before him was heavy into anal sex. He made me a convert, and he was pretty big, nine measured inches, not nearly as big as you, but I knew when he was behind me." Jill returned unexpectedly and saw the bare breast. Without saying a word, she leaned in and sucked on the nipple while Jack squeezed the breast flesh for her. Julia watched in amazement, thrilled by the sight and sensation of a female doing something sexual to her, then without warning, the mouth came up and captured her lips in a kiss that became passionate as Julia relaxed and went with it, receiving tongue and giving tongue. Kissing a soft face felt so strange but familiar, reminding her of making out with boys in her youth - exciting stuff to experience on an airplane. The kiss only lasted a minute, but what a minute. When Jill stood, she looked around and then unbuttoned two buttons, numbers three and four from the top. She took Julia's hand and inserted it in the opening. She had removed her bra. Julia ran her fingers over perky breasts with berry hard nipples, breasts so unlike her own they had to have appeal. She felt so strange feeling another woman's bare chest, such a lesbian thing to do, but Julia didn't want to stop. Jill didn't want to rush her. Jill kept looking around while offering her chest. Jill knew she had a real tit fan, so she undid two more buttons (#2 and #5), looked around, then exposed both breasts with her chest out, half leaning over Jack. They were lovely, stunning, flawless and extra firm, young woman, never-been-nursed-on breast flesh. Julia leaned half across Jack and licked them - one, then the other, then sucked the nipples while Jack went about removing Julia's blouse. She didn't resist and ended up assisting. He then removed her loose bra leaving her topless in a skirt, but the flight attendant could see this and didn't say anything. This was very exciting stuff - exotic, dangerous, nasty, but it had to end. Jill pulled away and buttoned up, then faced away to check around the cabin before lifting the back of her skirt above her ass. She had also removed panty hose and panties. She showed her ass and quite a bit of shaved pussy, a thin-lipped clam at the top of trim legs. Her cute boyish butt invited a molester's pat. Jack played the part of the molester. Julia felt the softness of her skin and trailed her fingertips lightly over the thin lips while Jack sent a stiff finger coated with saliva up her ass. Since Jill didn't mind that, Julia ventured a finger inside the slit and searched for the hole, sending her finger up the hole when she found it. She was slick and tight and could suck the finger with her vaginal muscles - very impressive. Julia could feel Jack's finger. Jill let them play finger tag inside her body for several minutes, then walked off the fingers with her skirt bravely up and waited for the absolute last moment before letting it fall. Julia had been leaning across Jack to watch the departure but fell back in her seat, patting her chest after the show was over. She felt giddy and was topless. She said, "God, what a rush!" "Muff diver. Didn't I tell you. She showed her ass just to give me something, but she wants you." "I believe you. I've never done anything with another woman, Jack. Nothing, not even kissing. I can't believe I fingered another woman's pussy. [sniffing her wet finger] Yes, I can. This is pussy. Clean pussy, too. Nothing fishy about her. Smells...musky, yes, musky, a sexual musk scent. Smells just like pussy - pussy in it's natural state. I hate those scented douches and perfumes. Pussy should smell and taste like pussy." "Well, you'll be a muff diving lesbian tonight." "Suppose I don't like diving into a muff." "You have to try it to know. After you become a lesbian for one night, tell me if you liked sucking on a woman's cunt." Julia was about to try a taste, but that made her wipe her finger on the edge of the seat while saying, "Kissing a woman's pussy sounds a bit more appealing than sucking a woman's cunt. You being a salesman, I should think you had grasped the concept of presentation." "She'll want you to suck her cunt while she fucks your face. Girls at slumber parties kiss each other's pussies and then wipe their lips and giggle. She's a lesbian. She wants her cunt sucked, and she wants to suck your cunt, and if you don't fuck her face, she'll think you're not really a lesbian. And I'm not selling a bunch of shit dipped in glitter, I'm telling it to you straight. They like wet, nasty, slimy, cunt-in-the-face, sex. They like to squat over a bitch's face and fuck it for her, then piss to rinse it off. A dyke would grab you by the ears and fill you with piss. God help you if you spill a drop. Be glad she's not a dyke. She's a lesbian and she wants a lesbian. She doesn't want to waste her lay-over on some bored housewife who'd like to try kissing pussy. If she gets that impression, she'll turn dyke on you." "All right, I'll be a lesbian, but I need my blouse. I won't button it, but I should have it on." "The stewardess was just here. If she thought you needed to cover your breasts, she'd have said something. Put the blouse and bra in the overhead compartment." "Jack, I can't do that. How would I get to them if someone besides Jill comes along?" "If someone comes along, they'll see your breasts. I'll bet they stare. Look proud." "Jack, no. I can't sit here topless with no way to cover up." "I thought you said you don't like to lead. Do you want to dance with me or don't you?" She thought only for a moment, gathered her blouse and bra, stood, and put them in the overhead. While still standing, she heard him say, "Now, remove your heels, panty hose, and panties and put them up there, too." Julia leaned her head against the bin and took a deep breath, then slipped out of her heels, reached under her skirt, and pulled both down past her knees. She sat to remove them, then stood to stow them, then sat with a plop and a bright red face. She looked to Jack and said, "Are you going to fuck me and tell everyone that you fucked me? I sure hope so, because I'm going to an awful lot of trouble to get fucked and ruined. If this isn't begging, I don't know what is. You can tell them you had me begging before we were halfway to Vegas, and I won't deny it. I'm begging, Jack. I'm begging you to fuck me. You can treat me like a whore and fuck me all you want, then brag about doing it. I won't deny a thing. I swear to you I won't. You won fair and square. To the victor go the spoils. I'll lie down on the floor and let you place your foot on me while you brag about what a whore I was." "Yes, I'll tell and brag, but do you know who will be the first to know?" "Freeman?" "No, your husband." "My husband! [she shot up in the seat and faced him] You're going to tell my husband!" "No, you are. Would you like to know when you'll tell him?" "On his death bed at age eighty-seven if I'm pissed at him?" "No, during." "While you're fucking me!" "Yes, he'll be on the line. I want him to hear you cum. I want him to hear a sound he's never heard come out of you so he'll know why you're cheating and why you can't stop cheating after you get back." "Jack, please say your kidding." "I won't lie." "Jack, this must be a Las Vegas fling and nothing more than that. This contest ends back at the office after I get off the floor. I'll allow you your gloating conquest, and I'll live with the humiliation. I met my match, and I'll be a good sport about it, but don't invade my personal life and risk destroying my marriage." "I must." "What do you mean, you must? Why must you?" "Kicks." "Kicks! You do that for kicks? You destroy lives for kicks!" "I do not destroy lives. I open new horizons. I end boredom. I kill mundane. I put life and excitement in tired marriages. Some marriages do fail, but they were weak to begin with and were destined to fail. Those men and women are set free to find more suitable partners. How strong is your marriage, Julia?" Settling back, she said, "We're very close. We love each other. We never fight." "You have nothing to worry about. I guarantee, your marriage will survive and be rejuvenated, full of life and full of love. The sex will be exotic, erotic, and exciting." "For me it will, but what about Frank?" "Frank will find his niche or he'll sleep on the wet spot and jackoff. Frank 's sex life is not your concern. You are a follower. You don't ever lead. He knows that. It was only a matter of time before a good dancer took your hand without asking his permission to dance with his wife. When that happens, you get up and dance, don't you?" "Yes." "Has he ever chewed your ass for that?" "No." "Has he ever given you dirty looks for doing that, or scowled at you while you danced, or ignored you after you returned even if the guy had his hands all over you and did the nasty on the dance floor, letting you know what he had and where he wanted to put it? Did he pout, sulk, or act childish after you let a perfect stranger dry fuck you in public?" "Not that I recall, no, and that has happened, several times. Dry fucking is a good term for it, but I wasn't dry and I know one guy got his rocks off humping my crotch. We were standing up fucking out there, we just didn't have our genitals out. He was leading; I was following. We could have been fucking. I wouldn't have stopped him. Funny thing is, Frank didn't say anything. We did leave after that, but he wasn't pissed and never mentioned it." "You and Frank are well matched. He'll be no different when some man comes up, takes your hand, and says, 'Wanna fuck?'" "I hope you're right. If that ever happened, I'd get up and go." "Julia, I can make things happen. After I brag about nailing you, the next question is, 'How do you nail Julia Shoemaker?' I'll tell them exactly how it's done and what turns you on, every weakness and how to exploit it. I have four days to uncover every vulnerability and a way around every defense so that I can return you totally defenseless and completely vulnerable to at least fifty men who are dying to fuck you, and you will help me every step of the way to include helping to prepare Frank for the wife I'll be bringing back. You'll help, won't you?" "Yes. I'll help you in every way I can though I know you'll reduce me to nothing more than a whore that anyone can fuck. If it's done right, any man could fuck me. I could be so easy to fuck, and fuck again and again. If a man knew what to say, he could call me on the phone. I'd leave Frank's bed and go to him. A man could leave a vulgar and explicit message with one of my kids and I'd go to him, let him fuck me, and not be angry with him for doing that." "Kinky. I like that." "That's a big fantasy, but you said you can make things happen." "I will make it happen. Tell me more." "Not only would I not be angry, I would reward him by being an extra good fuck so that he would do that again and be even more vulgar and more explicit, actually talk to them and tell them about their mommy. I want to hear my kids pass along a message that a man called and wants to fuck my cunt. I want to hear them say things like, 'The man said to tell your whore mommy that I want to fuck her whore cunt with my big cock, and to get her fucking ass over here right now.' or, 'Tell your mommy I want to stick my long cock up her asshole and fuck her till she pisses.' Oh, here's a good one. 'Tell your mommy I want to put my dick in her mouth and jackoff so she can eat my cum.' Pretty kinky shit to be telling a kid, huh?" "How old are your kids?" "All old enough to know what those words mean. I have two girls, fourteen and twelve, and a boy, ten going on eleven." "And you don't care if they know you're a whore?" "Not if I am one and Frank knows. I won't want to hide anything from them. In fact, I would want them to watch me get fucked, watch me get fucked in the ass, watch me suck cock, actually see for themselves what a whore I am." "Good, then we are creating a whore, aren't we?" "Yes. I honestly think you can make dreams come true. I'm tired of dreaming and going nowhere. No one ever leads me anywhere. I can't make things happen. No one ever takes me by the hand and says, 'Come on, let's fuck.' No one ever takes my tits out and plays with them like he owns them. They ask, they beg, they wine and dine, or whine and plead. Fuck them. If you want it, take it like a man. You are so right about Frank. He knows how easy I'd be to the right man using the right approach. He's been living on borrowed time and he knows it. Yes, you could turn me into a whore. I would have slapped your face an hour ago. Now, I want to kiss you." She was about to do just that when Jill arrived on the scene completely naked, surprising even Jack. She posed wearing only a big smile and her crew hat, then said, "Do you like the new uniform?" Jack looked her over and said, "What's not to like, but where do you pin your name tag?" She laughed and squatted down to say to Julia, "I have a surprise for you but you'll have to get naked or I won't tell you what it is." "Naked! Jill, what are you doing? This is insane. How can you do this?" "I'm not telling until you get naked." Jack said, "Strip!" Julia took a deep breath, unzipped and unhooked the skirt, then lifted her ass and stripped. She was then naked and felt naked, but eager to hear Jill' s explanation. Jill, however, was in no hurry. She reached between Julia's legs, got two fingers wet, then brought them to her mouth and sucked them while making pleasure sounds. She then sent her dry hand between her own legs and brought out a sopping wet hand and offered it to Julia's lips. Julia opened her mouth, had four fingers inserted, and tasted a woman. Not bad. She sucked on the fingers. Not bad at all. Jill took her hand back and said, "We have a swinging crew from the coach curtain to the instrument panel. I told the captain about you, about us getting together tonight. He - well, the whole cockpit crew - are dying to watch me make it with another chick. You're the best thing to board this plane in ages and you're sitting here topless showing the finest set of romper room toys I've ever seen." "Thanks, I think. Romper room toys?" "Hooters, jugs, boobs, rug rat mufflers. You have nipples you could fuck a girl with. I'm dying to find out." "I'm dying to fuck you, but not here." "We have five other first-class passengers, two couples and a single male, and they all seemed cool to me, so I went to them and told them we had a female passenger who had a fantasy she wanted to live out of getting naked on an flight and getting down and dirty. They all loved it. They really loved it. One couple and the single guy would like to join in. They said they'd do anything. The other couple said they might do something. The wife wants to be pulled in. I know the type - totally straight, willing to try. We can do our number in the cockpit, then come out and do the passengers. We 'll both work over the one willing to do anything. When the other is ready, I'll drag her in. The guys can fuck what they can get or fuck each other. Anyway, that's my plan." Julia said, "That's all well and good, but what about the passengers from here to the tail?" "That may look like a curtain, but it is now a steel door with a guard. First class is in isolation. Nothing comes past that curtain unless he's an armed terrorist. If that happens, we're all in deep shit." The captain came on over the intercom, saying, "This is your captain. I have turned on the fasten seat belts sign. We've been informed of clear air turbulence on our flight path. We'll try to avoid it, but to be safe, please remain in your seats and fastened-in unless you absolutely have to use the restroom facilities. Thank you." Jill smiled and said, "That was to keep all the little Jimmies and Billies from coming forward to see a real cockpit with real cocks in it. You are free to move about the cabin until we prepare to land. Surprise! Well, would you like to see a real cockpit, and I do mean cock pit?" Her hand was extended to Julia. Jack said, "She's asking you to dance without checking with me first, Julia." Jill said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I..." Jack stopped her with a raised hand, saying, "It's an inside joke. You're doing fine. [looking to Julia] Are you a dancer or a dreamer, a walker or a talker?" Julia stood and said to Jill, "Let's dance. You lead; I'll follow." "Walk this way, and shake it, sugarpus." Julia looked back to Jack and shook it while wishing she had shaved it, but she didn't think she'd be showing it to Jack or anyone else. Had she known, she'd have shaved the lips clean and neatly trimmed the muff. It had been a month since she last had a shave and a haircut. She had a half-inch growth of flexible stubble on her lips and wild hairs growing outside the trim line. She figured no self-respecting lesbian would allow herself to get that way. On impulse, she stopped their progress before they came into view of the first passengers. Jill said, "What's wrong?" "I need a shave. It's been a month. I'm not very active and didn't expect any action on this trip." "I see. Well, the guys all have shaving kits. I have water, towels. Oh shit, the kits are in the back. Damn. I'll have to get dressed, go back there, play thousand questions, find a shaving kit, answer more questions, come back here, strip. Fuck it, we have plenty of time. Go back to your seat and relax. I'll fix you up." Julia breathed a big sigh and quickly returned to Jack and hopped in her seat. He said, "I knew you'd chicken out." "I am not chickening out." She reclined her seat-back fully, then leaned back against the bulkhead and brought her legs up to show him a beaver, a wide froggie spread as she said, "I want my cunt shaved. Jill will shave it." "That's more like it, and that's what I call a first-class pussy." On her way past, a dressed Jill said, "That's what I call it too. Fuck, you' re gorgeous. Hold that pose. Back in a jiff." Julia said, "Is this good fucking pussy?" "Great legs always make a great pussy of themselves. It would have to be. Your pussy is no less spectacular than the legs they spring from - long shapely legs, long shapely lips - full hips, full clit. Fuck, this is gorgeous pussy, but you do need a shave." "How do you want it shaved?" "Bald." "Tell Jill you want it bald." "I won't have to. She'll give you the lesbian special." "I doubt that. She can plainly see how I like it." "She won't care how you like it. She'll shave it for her and her crew...and her passengers. Ten to one, she'll lather your whole cunt and the first pass will be right down the center of the muff so there will be no argument. Go ahead. Argue. See what happens. If you should win the argument, I'll step in and make you lose." Julia smiled and said, "Okay. I really really really don't want my muff touched. Just a light trim, thank you." "Be as emphatic as you like. You have daughters who see your pussy and think only whores shave all the hair off." "They probably do. I can't wait to get back and show them my bald cunt. My son shaves my pussy lips to practice shaving and the girls watch. He takes his time. He's very careful. He loves his mommy's pussy. One day, he'll fuck his mommy's pussy and his daddy will watch." "You have a husband who hates bald pussy." "He loves bald pussy, but I rarely give him what he wants, and he only gets shaved lips when I feel like getting nasty with the kids. That's usually every two weeks, but it's been a month, now. I'll tell her he hates bald pussy. Go on." "Your lover likes the muff, tickles her nose." "Yes, I have a female lover. I like that. I want my girls to watch me making wild, wet, lesbian love to woman. Tell me more." "Your father is your gynecologist and you have an appointment after Vegas. He does not approve of any shaving of the vagina. Pubic hair has a purpose, and totally shaving the vagina is vulgar. He refuses to stick his cock in a shaved cunt, and you'd like to have more children." "Boy, did you just strike a nerve. I would love to bear my father another child. He is one of the five. He was the first and the reason Frank and I had to move the date up." "Does Frank know?" "Yes. I felt I had to tell him, and let him know that when Daddy wants pussy, he takes it. We got married with that little proviso attached. When Daddy wants pussy, Daddy can have pussy, and I'm good at checking to see if Daddy wants any pussy. I am a whore for my Daddy, and Frank has been pretty good about that. My kids have all seen Daddy fuck me, and they have all seen me provoke a fucking. They already know what a shameless whore I can be, and they love it when Mommy comes in heat. Daddy, by the way, is my nine-incher. Are there anymore reasons to keep this muff?" "Yes, the number one reason to keep hair near the cunt - dogs won't fuck a bald cunt. They don't know what it is." Julia laughed, then said, "I'm sure she knows better. I do. Dogs don't count. If I have to count dogs, I'll have to get back to you." "You're full of surprises." "We raised champion Rotwielers. Daddy was a breeder. I'm a bit sensitive about the term, bitch." "I detected that. I saw you wag your tail." "Yeah, well you looked like a Rot wanting a rut. That always made me wag my tail. I must also confess, there is no virgin pussy between my legs. I just wanted you to fuck me like a Rot. It doesn't bother me that your cock is small, but don't feel bad. It's not the boat, it's the motion of the ocean." "That makes me feel better. I'm going to make your nose bleed, bitch." "If you can do that, I can get you some work breeding Rot bitches. Speaking of bitches. What's taking her so long. We'll be landing before we get this show on the road." "We've got another two hours and thirty minutes. Relax. Damn, you're a horny bitch." "I didn't get on this plane that way. My pussy was dry as a bone, and I wanted to scratch your eyes out." "What changed your mind? I mean, at what specific point did you make a turn toward a bed. Women want to know what works for them, and we seducers do, too. Don't flatter, critique." "Hummm, I was going to say after you complimented my legs, but in all honesty, when I gave your hand a squeeze, I found you extremely attractive and I wanted you. You came across as sincere and honest. You were sincerely happy to have me, and you honestly wanted to fuck me for conquest. A lot of men do, but they won't come right out and say it. For me, that was very sexy. From that moment on, I had to pretend I didn't want you until I couldn 't pretend anymore. Is that usually how it goes?" "There is no usual. Every woman is different. Every woman is full of surprises. You peel away layer after layer and feel your way blindly while making your way through a minefield. One wrong step, and boom. You've dredged up some horrible memory, or did, or said something that really pisses her off. Sometimes you can start over, but most times, you go spiraling down in flames. This is not as easy as it looks, and shear dumb luck plays a big part. I've had incredible luck with you. I peeled the clothes off a lady and found a slut. I may do well at the slots if this run of luck holds out." "Was I easy?" "I don't know. We're not there, yet. I could still step on a mine or piss you off and blow it. Mentioning your father was dumb. I lucked out. You were one of the rare exceptions that were molested by daddy and had a good time." "Not at first, I didn't, and it was awful being bred to those dogs by your own father. I was twelve when he started raping me and thirteen when he decided his precious dogs needed some of my fine pussy. For my thirteenth birthday, I got a dog collar placed around my neck as I stood naked and trembling, about to piss myself because he told me what he was going to do to me and what would happen to me if I wasn't a good bitch. He then snapped on a leash and had me get down on all fours where he led me to the pens. The words happy birthday could have been a trigger that set me off." "Why don't they?" "I adjusted to being Daddy's whore and eventually adjusted to being Daddy's bitch. By the time I met Frank, I was a good whore and a great bitch who kept getting in trouble for going to the pens without permission. I got more whippings for being a great bitch than being a bad bitch. Those studs needed sperm for the real bitches. Low sperm count became a big problem and I was the reason." "Serves him right. He created a monster. Did he eventually run you off?" "Married me off, but Daddy wanted me to marry a boy who would allow him to keep on fucking me. I was eighteen, just out of school. Frank was getting serious, talking marriage. Daddy decided to knock me up, but I was a good whore and let him. I went out on dates with Daddy's sperm in my pussy and fucked-up Frank's new upholstery a number of times. He finally placed a folded towel where I sat. Frank has been good about this from the very beginning. He didn't even whine about wearing condoms to get sloppy seconds while Daddy and I were busy making a bastard baby he'd have to raise if he still wanted to marry me. Before we could go out, Frank would have to wait while Daddy put the juice in me that would fuck-up his upholstery and his marriage. I had to marry a guy like that." "If you had a guy like that, why stay faithful?" "I wasn't. I had Daddy and the Rots until we moved to Chicago eight years ago. By the way, my kids grew up seeing all that shit. Their earliest memories of me are the years before Chicago when I helped at the kennel, or later as a frequent visitor. They have known me as whore and bitch from their first memories. That was all Daddy's doing. He got off on that shit. Nothing would shock or surprise them, now. I still go back, but he no longer has Rots and lives alone in a small apartment. I get a room at the Marriott and we play honeymoon for a few days, sometimes a week. For the last few years, I've been bringing the kids along and making it a week of fun and frolic with all of us getting naked and climbing in one bed. We fly back to Chicago and I'm good to go another six months." "Are you two fucking those kids?" "No, I've been strict with him about that, but he cops a lot of feels and so do they. He can't stick his dick in any of them, but that's the only thing he can't do. The kids can do anything they want. They're all very touchy feely, and they do get in the way. When he fucks me in the ass, they like to reach into my cunt to play with his dick. They like to get wet and get each other wet. It's very messy. When I say fun and frolic, with kids in the bed it is. We're at that point where fucking is bound to happen. The kids will have to initiate it. The girls look ready, and Rodney is about ready to roll on top of Mom and try his luck, but if he won't take it, he won't get it. He has watched me enough to know you have to take it." "So, other than Pop, you never cheat?" "I haven't felt the need to cheat. When I feel the need, I hop on a plane. Maybe hopping on a plane makes me horny...what is taking so long? Can you see anything?" Jack looked back just as Jill eased through the curtain. She came up and said, "Sorry I took so long, but we have a very excited crew. We'll be getting visitors, a steady stream. Damn, I gotta have some of that." Jill went head first into Julia's muff and made Julia's eyes cross. When she came up for air, she said, "Ummm, yummy. I'll just be a minute." And she was off. Julia was still in a daze. Jack patted her cheek and said, "You okay?" "Wow! What was that?" "A lesbian in a hurry." "Fuck! I need a cigarette and I don't smoke." "Between the legs you do." She chuckled and looked down, saying, "I like lesbians." "They're rather fond of you, too. That one has been ga ga since she first laid eyes on you. Which brings up a good point. How did you ever get through the lesbo gauntlet untouched?" "I don't know. They just leave me alone. Men leave me alone, too, except when I'm out with Frank, dancing. I get hit on in clubs, but rarely in the work place." "No one likes being shot down, and you have a nasty reputation. Men in clubs don't know that, and I'm sure you don't dress the same when you go clubbing." "No, I'm much slinkier and freer when I go clubbing, sometimes slutty if we club far enough. I show a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage. Gets me a lot of dance partners. What is keeping her, now?" "They're all up front having a meeting with two of the flight crew in the mix. Jill is naked and seems to be holding this meeting." "Who is flying the plane?" "I'm sure they have it on auto pilot, but there's still one in there." "What are they doing? They're not all coming back here, are they?" "No, but Jill is." Jill arrived but not with anything to shave a pussy with. She took Julia by the hand and said, "Let's sit you up front where everyone can see better and the flight crew can be closer to their place of business." Jill tugged, but Julia resisted the tug and went nowhere, saying, "I'm not going up there. Shave me here, and don't bring any company." "Come on. They want to watch me shave a pussy, then we're all going to rape you - play-rape you - nothing rough, you just won't be given any choice in the matter. We got you and we're going to have our way with you. It'll be fun. You'll see." "The whole point of this was to keep them from seeing me like this." "Like what. You look great. So what, you need a shave." "Jill, I couldn't, not with all those people watching. Don't let this beaver fool you. I don't do this very often with more than one person in the room, and never on any form of public conveyance." Jill stopped tugging and knelt, laying one stroking hand on Julia's inner thigh, still holding the other. She said, "Look, I know you're new at this sort of thing, but trust me. You will love it, and an experience like this may come along once in a lifetime. I have been flying for four years and hosting first class for over a year. First class is where all the action takes place if any takes place, and this is a rare event, like the lining up of planets. So many things have to come together for this to happen. The crew has to be cool, the passengers have to be cool, there can't be many of them, the flight has to last long enough, and most important of all, it needs a person like you - a stone fox willing to get down and dirty making it worthwhile for all those taking risks and violating personal standards of ethical conduct. We want you bad. You said you'd follow my lead. Well, I am leading you to the front where they are going to hold your legs out in the splits while I shave your cunt. After that, I'm going to eat the fuck out of you and they're going to fuck the shit out of you. This is your party and you can cry if you want to, but if you don't get off your ass, I'm going to drag you." Julia looked to Jack expecting the push she needed, but he sat smiling at her as though she were a dreamer between a wet dream and a ticking alarm clock. Julia looked to Jill and said, "All right, but leave my muff. My daughters often see my pussy and they think only whores shave their pussy bald." "Fuck you and fuck your daughters. We're holding you down and I'm shaving you bald so you'll look like a woman with no hair on her pussy. If you would teach your daughters right, they wouldn't think such stupid shit." "Please, Jill, I'm serious. My husband hates bald pussy. He'll think I'm having an affair with someone who doesn't, and I have a female lover who loves the muff." "Tough shit. It's your pussy. You could paint it yellow and have a zipper installed with a tab to pad lock the fucker if they don't like they way you keep YOUR pussy." "My father is a gynecologist..." "I don't care what your daddy is. If he has anything to say about what you do with YOUR pussy, YOU need your ass whipped. I'm shaving your cunt bald." "Bald pussy scares my dog." "Lay a pork chop on your back and he'll never notice." "Fuck it. Help me up." Jack was laughing under his breath while Julia was helped to her feet. Once on her feet, she turned and said to chuckling Jack, "You don't know everything. You were just lucky." Jill said, "Another inside joke?" "No, he predicted you would shave me bald no matter how much I pleaded, and I said you'd see how I like my shaves and honor my desire to keep a muff." "You lose." "I've been losing steadily since boarding this plane. The way things are going, the plane will crash while you're eating my pussy. I'll be the only survivor, but I'll be found with a crew member's head stuck up my cunt and get blamed for the crash. I'll lose my job, lose my husband, my children, go to prison, and be the love slave of a dyke who thinks I'm a porta potty." "Some days, you can't win for losing. You spring for a first class ticket to avoid being fondled by coach riff raff and end up getting gang raped by ladies, gentlemen, and the professionals who are here to serve and protect you. Ready?" "I guess. Lead on, but I'd feel a lot better if the gentlemen who were supposed to be flying this plane were flying this plane." While moving forward, Jill explained, "Except for landing and take off, the plane flies itself. They just sit up there jacking off. They may as well be jacking off on you. Cum fucks-up the instruments, plus, it makes the yoke and peddles slippery. Believe me. It's a lot safer if we select a passenger and let them rape her." "Yes, but why me? Why does it always have to be me?" They arrived at the group of seven with Jack following. Jill said, "Introductions seem in order, but since we're about to do something we shouldn't be doing, why don't we dispense with that formality and get down to the dirty business at hand." The captain addressed Julia, saying, "Before we do, just to put my mind at ease, I'd like to hear you tell me that you want this, nobody is forcing you, that you are under no duress, and that you aren't being paid to do this." Julia thought that was very captainly, but she still wished he were flying the plane. She smiled and said, "I want this, no one is forcing me, I am under no duress, but I am being paid. [that lifted eyebrows all around] This is a business trip. I'm on the clock. [brows relaxing]" "Well, don't tell them or they might dock you. Okay Jill. You are our leader." "All right, people. Let's get into our characters and let's stay in them until she cries uncle or the captain says we have to prepare to land. On three. One, two, three...GET THE BITCH!" Julia suddenly had hands all over her body, getting the bitch and laying her on the two front seats which were both fully reclined. In no time, they had her spread eagled on the aisle seat with one arm and one leg in the aisle, the left foot touching the left side of the plane, and the left hand almost touching a window. Someone had her mouth cupped. What free hands there were roamed her body at will as Jill slapped foamy cream in her crotch. The sensations coming to her brain from every quarter of her body screamed excitement at near panic levels. She had to keep reminding herself that they were acting like rapists and she was on the clock...and that the pilot, copilot, and flight engineer didn't need to be in the cockpit, because they weren't. When it came to shaving a pussy, Jill was no Rodney. In the time it would take Rodney to shave half a lip, Jill had the cunt bald, pat dry, and her face full in it, driving Julia up a wall. They almost needed to bring in more people to hold her down, but more people came without being brought. Except for Jill, the others were a bit reluctant to strip and get nasty, but one by one, they did. After Jill, the single guy fucked her. After him, the captain. Someone put a dick in her mouth. That was followed by a big, hairy pussy that was fishy. They flipped her over and fucked her ass, then flipped her back over so Jack could fuck her tits. Of all the things they did, that was the highlight. Jack's cock and her tits together were stupendous, and the man came like a stud Rot all over her fucking face. Julia enjoyed almost two hours of the most exotic sex with thirteen people - five female, eight male. All parties must end, and the captain ended this one by announcing it was time to land this bedroom. Jill and another female flight attendant helped clean Julia and the seat. Julia cleaned up but the seat was ruined. Julia let them worry about that problem. She and Jack returned to their seats, got dressed, set their seat backs and tray tables in the full and upright position, and prepared to land. When they finally settled, Jack looked to Julia with a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye. She didn't know what to make of that look from him, but smiled and said, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "I just noticed how beautiful you really are. I just now saw through the surface and can see it goes clear to the bone." "Jack, why are you saying that?" "I speak my mind." "Yes, but what made you say that? All I did was rape well and prepare to land well. I have years of experience at both." "I don't know what made me see you for the first time, but you're no whore, Julia." "I'm not?" "No, you are anything but. Yes, you were made a whore and a bitch, and you adjusted. Your kids were corrupted, and you adjusted. You married a good man and you've been faithful to him. You love your kids and you look after them. You hold your own in a man's world and you stay a lady of unquestioned nobility and integrity when all around you are whores. No, Julia, you are no whore and I will never put my foot on you no matter how much fun we have. I will take you back on my arm and I will kneel and kiss your hand. I left with a lady and I am returning a lady. What we do here is nobody's business except you, me, and Frank." Tears were streaming down Julia's face when Jill brought the note with contact information. When she saw Julia sobbing, her face went pale. She said, "Oh my God..." Jack held a hand up and said, "These are happy tears, Jill." Patting her chest in relief, Jill said, "Oh God, what a relief." She knelt and took Julia's hand and said, "I can't thank you enough. You gave us all such a wonderful gift and memory to treasure. Here's my room number at the MGM. Call if you'd like to get together. I'll understand if you don't, but do have a good life and remember the good times you had with first class friends." She then kissed Julia's hand, got up, and did her prepare-to-land thing. Jack said, "See. She sees it, too. She knows she didn't play with no lezzie whore. She got to play with a classy lady." "Stop, Jack, you're making me cry." "Wait'll I make your nose bleed." Now she was laughing and crying, sobbing and chuckling, and had to smack his shoulder to stop. She said, "Don't you dare start treating me like a lady." "Not here, and not around Frank, but everywhere else I will." "Are you serious? You'll give up this slam dunk conquest just to protect me?" "No, I'm doing it to protect your kids and you. You need another outlet other than your father, or see him without them. He's a sick puppy, Julia. He's the type that fuck women up. He'll fuck up those girls. No damage has been done, yet. It's all nasty fun and games, but their values need correcting, and they need to get to know the lady they call, Mom. They'll emulate her whatever she is. Don't be what you're not. Be you, Julia. Always be you, and you do like to put on a sexy dress and go slumming sometimes. Remember this, Julia. A lady can change clothes and become a whore, but a whore can't change clothes and become a lady." "That is poetic." "That is so true. If you remember that, you can walk both sides of the street, and the kids can see you play whore, but they must know you are playing dress-up and acting a role. No harm. Fun and frolic. I'm all for that. You can't get close enough to your kids to do them any harm. They can pet your womb. You're a mommy." "You are quite the gentleman, Jack." "Please don't tell anyone. It's bad enough that they'll think you shot me down. Don't piss on the embers." Julia wrapped herself around his arm and laid her head on his shoulder. She said, "I wouldn't do that. You're my hero and my savior. You saved me from me. Daddy did plant a whore in me, and he is corrupting my kids. I try to mitigate that, but to be honest, I can't stop him. I'll still go to him and bring the kids with me. He'll have his way with them eventually, but I will mitigate that and see that they aren't harmed. Like I say, they're ready, and it will be their choice to be used like whores. We have been getting them ready. I've been helping him and helping them. He gets little whores; they get to play dress-up and act like whores. They already know I'm a lady who sometimes acts like a whore. They see through me, too." "I think you've got a handle on it, then." "I do, now. You had the power to unleash the whore and bury the lady. That would have been a disaster." The plane touched down hard, took a bounce, then settled. Jack said, "Yes, it would, but I'll never use my powers to destroy you. It's enough that you know I could. That'll get me all the good pussy I want." "I hope so....Jack, are we lovers, now?" "Yes, but we can't let anyone know except your husband and children. We'll have to meet at your house and fuck in your marital bed, or I'll bend you over the dinner table and fuck you with your tit in the gravy." She laughed and said, "That's a flip flop on the old affair thing, but it makes sense. I'll try to remember not to make the gravy too hot." "Did you ever get fucked at the dinner table?" "Oh, yeah. A meal wasn't complete without the main course, Daddy getting pussy." "You lived together?" "We lived with him for the fist five years, then he lived with us until we moved to Chicago. I thought he'd move with us, but he liked it where he was. I am deeply bonded to my Daddy." "A bond of love?" "No, it's more a psychological bondage, a type you don't want to be free of." "You never mention your mother." "She was a lady who went slumming and got knocked up, probably by a bastard who swore he wouldn't cum in her pussy. She got even by forcing him to recognize the child as his, then sued for child support she didn't need, then spent ten times as much money getting it out of him, and then she died when I was twelve. That's when he got even, won custody of the child, and had the police deliver. Do I love this bastard? No, not at all. Am I in bondage to this man? I'm afraid so. As long as he's alive and I know where he is, I know I can go get the sex I need the way I need it. I know he'll always treat me like a fucking whore and a bitch. He still gets me bred. He knows lots of people still in the business, and they like watching Daddy breed his bitch. He'll put a collar on me at the airport and it stays on till I leave." "Has he been like that all along? Have his friends been watching all along?" "Not the first few times, but they started showing up by ones and twos. After a month, there'd be half a dozen to a dozen who would stand around and watch me get fucked by the dogs." "That had to be tough." "Oh it was, Jack. You have no idea. I was only thirteen and these were men like Daddy and women like they marry. Women who laugh at shit like that and play with their pussies and piss on a girl while she's getting fucked by a dog. Women who will lift a girl's head and piss right in her face. The women were much worse then the men, and the men could have me after the dogs. Yes, I lied. There have been much more than five, but I think there were only five while I was twelve." "And you never tasted pussy, or was that a lie?" "No, I did, plenty, still do, but I didn't want you to know. I didn't want that getting around. Women do hit on me quite often. Many are dear friends and I politely turn them down. They'd be hurt if they knew I was no stranger to the gash." "Are you bisexual?" "No. I'm not fond of pussy. Jill was pleasant, and two of those other girls were very pleasant, but three reminded me of bad times." "Time to go." They waited too long to get out ahead of the coach riff raff, so they had to pass through the hope-you-had-a-nice-flight line without holding up the line for tearful good-byes, but Jill did give Julia and warm hug and kiss on the cheek with a whispered, "Thank you so much. I know you won't call, but I'll remember you always." She then stepped back and said, "I hope you had a pleasant flight, and thanks for flying United." Jack also got a kiss. Jill got her butt squeezed. As they walked along with their carry-on baggage, Jack said, "So, you still need this." "Yup. Gotta have it about once every four to six months." "Isn't he at all affectionate - at least grateful?" "Like a dealer is to a junkie, yes. They need each other but there's no affection or respect." "Hostility, resentment, anger over past wrongs?" "No. I'm whipped, been whipped - whipped with a real whip, a leash, actually. For a while, I flat refused to suck their dicks - Rot dicks - seemed gross. A good whipping between the legs with a folded leather leash will change a girl's thinking on that score. Daddy made a good doggie cock-sucker out of me - suck 'em, lick 'em, swallow their load, let them fuck me in the mouth. That's what got me in so much trouble when I became a great bitch. I found that I could suck them off through chain link after he put the pad locks on the pens to keep me out." "Damn, you had it bad." "I'll say. I was a mutt cum junkie. I lived on the stuff. I still love that stuff. I can't pass a male dog without seeing him as a snack. Their balls make my mouth water and their dicks are like the straw I use to get the sauce." "Do you own a dog?" "Fuck no. I'd kill him. I'm serious. Neighborhood dogs will scratch at my back door as they need it, but if one were trapped in my house and had to deal with me as I need it, he'd be a dead dog within a week." "Damn, Julia, you suck off dogs that scratch at your door?" "Yes, and the kids often bring me a dog. They know I love a good dog and they love watching me suck one dry. Still see a lady?" They had arrived at the baggage claim. Jack turned Julia to face him. He placed his hand on her cheek and looked deep in her eyes, then said, "Yes, but I also see a pissed off and disappointed whore who thought she was about to be unleashed. It ain't gonna happen, bitch. Not only will I not make it happen, I'll see that no other mother fucker makes it happen. Your husband may be a sharing wimp, but your lover is a possessive ass-whipper. Nobody messes with my woman - nobody." That started the water works again and Julia fell limp into his strong embrace and laid her head on his chest while he rubbed her back. He let her cry for a while, then turned her head up by the chin to say, "I'm sorry, Julia, but I can't allow you to stay a junkie. If I have to, I'll go kill the mother fucker. Leave the mutts alone. Stop doing that shit. I mean it. I won't have it. I feel like kicking Frank's ass for allowing this shit to go on." "It's not Frank's fault, and he doesn't know how bad it is. He doesn't know much of anything. He's not really a sharing wimp. He knows I'm sick and he tries to be supportive. He's a good man. You'll like him. If he sees you're good for me, he'll like you. He'll like you a hell of a lot more than Daddy, and I'll tell him all about you and what you've done, how you want to help me. After that, he'll get down on his knees and kiss your balls. I swear, he would. He does love me so very much and he has suffered through so much shit with me. Upholstery was just the beginning. You have no idea what he's been through." "Will you work with me? Will you tell your asshole father to fuck off and stick his collar up his ass? Will you stay off the sauce? Will you be as faithful to me as you have been to Frank?" "Yes, just don't leave me to myself. You'll have to be my Daddy. The whore is in me. The whore is a part of me. I may be a lady to the bone, but the bitch is in the bone. Peel away all my layers and you have a bitch whore, Jack. You can't cut her out. She needs her Daddy, and she can make my life a living hell if she doesn't get him." "I'll be your daddy, but we're not going to any mutt shows." "I don't need that, and I don't need the sauce. That, I can quit cold turkey. What I need is the right kind of fucking from a strong man. You fit the bill nicely, though I may have to train you." "I think it'll be me training you. I'm not going to adapt to your fucked up ways. You adapt to mine." "Spoken like a man. I keep forgetting, my Daddy is not the only man on Earth. I just thought he was. I suppose the next thing you'll tell me is that women aren't just things to fuck." "No, they are, but a lady is something to treasure. Would you believe I have never held a real lady in my arms, a lady who is a lady to the bone." "Never?" "Never. I've never met one until I saw the lady in you, and I swear, that was the strangest feeling to think you know all women so well and then look at one and see something you never saw before. I still see it. I still can't believe it. I never want to let you go." "Oh, Jack, don't ever. I need you." "We're going to get busted if we're not careful. We're not the only Freemen people in town." "I don't care. You deserve your win and your bragging rights. No, this isn't the whore trying to get unleashed. This is the lady telling you that even ladies fall victim to a silver-tongued devil with a big dick. I'll dust off your foot print and smooth my skirt and still be a lady, but everyone will know you can have me any time you want me by snapping your fingers and saying, 'let's go.' I'll go and try to go with some sense of dignity, but only with you. If any other cocky bastard tries that shit with me, I'll break his fucking arm like a lady who knows Judo." "Do you really know Judo?" "I am a black belt." "Julia. Lying is unbecoming a lady and no way to begin a relationship. No more lies, Julia." "I'm sorry. Did you say, do I know Judo...No." "I didn't think so." "What made you not think so? Everybody else thinks so." "Judo is a sport, like wrestling - throws, pinning. You could break an arm if you throw a person wrong, but nothing in Judo is intended to do that. To break an arm in five places in two seconds you'd have to throw a guy down a flight of stairs real fast. I'm a third degree black belt and I have never broken anyone's arm or had any of mine broken. I thought you knew something I didn't." "And I thought you were brave when you boldly played with my tits after that threat." "I could see there were no stairs. I'm not stupid," "Jack, I love you. I really do love you. I won't lie to you ever again. You have my word as a lady, but that fucking bitch whore in my bones lies like a dog. She bears watching." "I always know when she's talking. I can see her tail wagging." "Shit. I need a longer skirt." "Let's get married. That would be a trophy. A Vegas wedding paper on you. Have them call you Mrs. Armistad within the company. When you arrive at the office, you take Frank's ring off and put my ring on, and my ring is a gaudy thing. Place that name plate on your desk, use it on all documentation, your name tag. Get Jenny to start paging Mrs. Armistad. She'd get a big kick out of that." "Can we do that without me divorcing Frank? Is that legal?" "It's legal in Nevada unless they find out you are already married elsewhere. We won't tell them. Fifty bucks and a couple of I-dos and I'll have papers on you that Freeman will recognize if the state doesn't." "Oh, Jack, let's do. That would be perfect and so utterly humiliating. Wave that paper while you have your foot on me, then frame it and mount it on the wall behind my desk. Have our marriage announced over the PA along with the name change. I am to be addressed as Mrs. Armistad. And get a very gaudy ring that doesn't fit, one I constantly have to fight to keep on." "My class ring will do nicely. That'll be a pain in the ass for you to try to wear." "The beauty of this is, I'll be your wife. Nobody can mess with me or hit on me, but you have every right to take me by the hand and drag me off to the supply room. I won't go with dignity, I'll get pulled along in abject humiliation, to be taken off and fucked like one of your whores. And return me looking fucked. You keep my bra, panty hose, panties. You rip buttons off. You make me wear ridiculously short skirts like Babs. You don't allow me any panties and I have to keep my pussy shaved. I'll complain bitterly to the girls, to management, to Freeman himself, to anyone who will listen, but not to you. No way. You'll shorten my skirt even more or make me work naked. Don't look at me that way. No, this isn't the whore, this is the lady trying to picture herself in that situation. What could I do besides quit, and I can't quit. I'm just fucked." "I like a lot of your ideas, but if I turn you into another office whore, I defeat the whole purpose. I have to let you dress like a lady, but I can also fuck it up. I could also take you around and make you show your goodies, or show them for you even better. You have to grit your teeth and take it, but you absolutely refuse to sit on someone's desk and make a beaver. Fine, I'll turn you around, bend you down, lift your skirt and say, 'There it is, boys, first-class pussy and the asshole that goes with it. Have you ever seen a finer ass on a woman?'" She laughed and said, "You'd be the asshole that goes with the pussy. I think next time, the lady would make a beaver." "In time, you'll learn not to fight me. I always win." "Don't I know it. You wouldn't let all those men rape me, would you, Jack?" "Do I look like the type of man that would do that to a lady I had wrapped around my little finger and knew couldn't quit? Do I? Do you honestly think my coworkers would expect conduct like that out of me? Do I look like the type to win kissy points with Freeman by making my wife put out to him when he buzzes for her? Well, do I?" "The lady is so fucked. I'll bet you Freeman makes you VP of Marketing. That wouldn't be so bad being the wife of a VP. I'd be a good fuck to help my husband win that title. We ladies love titles. A lady will act like a whore for a good title." "She'd better or I'll whip her ass. I won't take any shit off that bitch." "This is so exciting, Jack, and we're the only ones here and our luggage is all alone." "My how time flies. Ready to check in and hit the sheets?" "Before we're married! What type of girl do you think I am, Mr. Armistad?" They made their way over to their lonely luggage with Jack saying, "Excuse me. On the flight over I got the impression you were a whore." "I was raped." Jack took her bags and his and they headed for the taxi stand with him saying, "That would explain all the people holding you down." "Exactly. I certainly hope you don't think I welcomed those multiple violations of my cunt and asshole, not to mention my mouth and the hideous use of my hooters. By the way, you look awfully familiar to me. Where were you while all this was going on?" "I was protecting your hooters. I wrapped them around my dick." "Oh, so that was you. My goodness, but you certainly have a large penis." "So I've been told, but it's not the size of the boat it's how much cum it can squirt." "Your boat squirts like a fucking ocean." Their cute banter finally crested and broke out in laughter just as the taxi driver pulled up. While he put the luggage in the trunk, they kissed then got in the back. When the driver got in, Jack said, "Take us to a wedding joint. She refuses to fuck me until I marry her first." Julia expected as much from Jack and found this amusing, exciting and amusing. She even dressed for such an event by leaving her bra, panties, and panty hose in the overhead bin. She wore only heels, skirt, and white blouse that showed she wore no bra and had great nipples. The blouse was tucked with only two buttons buttoned up from the waist showing full cleavage and a lot of chest. With her hair mussed and her make-up gone, she didn't come across as a lady. The driver pegged her as a topless dancer out on a Vegas fling with a married salesman who wanted to impress her by shocking a Vegas cabbie - the dumb ass. The driver looked like he had been driving cabs in Vegas from the time there was no place to drive. He looked sixty and weathered from getting in and out of a cool taxi to a desert blast furnace all day. He was thin, leathery, wrinkled, and had seen it all. He wasn't the least shocked and said without skipping a beat, "I can run you out to the other end of the strip where you can get hitched for thirty-five bucks, but you might try offering her money to fuck you." While talking, the driver pulled the cab to a remote area and parked in a vacant dirt lot off the street close the airport. They hadn't gone very far. He put the car in park, then turned to hang on the seat where he could look them both over like a letch, running his sunglass-shaded eyes all over Julia 's body as he went on, "By the time you pay for the paper, the cab fare out there and back, tips, flowers, pictures, you could easily drop a C-note. She might fuck you for fifty. You could cut out the middle man and she'd have herself fifty bucks and a sore pussy rather than a worthless piece of paper and a sore pussy. If she fucks you, she'll have a sore pussy, may as well get something for it. She needs a better skirt. That one does not go with that top. She needs a skirt that's up around her ass if she's going to show her tits and peddle pussy." He was perfect and Jack didn't skip a beat as he turned to Julia and said, "How about it? Will you fuck me for a fifty?" Julia didn't skip a beat when she said, "Fifty bucks, huh. I could get two good skirts for fifty bucks. [looking to the driver] What does pussy go for in Las Vegas?" "Depends on the pussy. We have a lot of good pussy out peddling. You won't get what you're used to getting for your pussy." "Can you tell what pussy is worth by looking at it?" That piqued his interest. He said, "Sure, let's see what you got." Julia centered herself in front of him, sank low in the seat, lifted her ass, and hauled her skirt up past her waist. She then settled her ass and spread her legs, offering him a beaver spread that made him take his dark sunglasses off and toss them. She braced a foot on each door and waited. She waited quite a while then said, "Well. What's it worth?" "I'd have to feel." "Then feel." He went right for that bare beaver and was now hanging over the seat. He played with, fondled, and fingered that magnificent cunt while trying to act like he did this sort of thing every day and twice on Saturdays. He acted like a nasty pussy doctor or Jack examining breasts for suitability in chest fucking. Julia kept her mouth shut a lot longer this time. He was good and had her slobbery in no time. She finally had to say, "Well. What's it worth?" "Show me the asshole." Julia rolled to the side and cocked her leg. He fucked around with her asshole, pussy and asshole. That felt even better, so she stayed silent on the matter until she had to say, "Well?" "Let's see the tits." She got back in her beaver spread and hauled her tits out. He played with tits, pussy, and asshole and got them all wet. She finally said, "You must know by now. What am I worth." "I could give you an estimate, but to know for sure, I'd need to fuck you." She mulled, then said, "That makes sense, there's just one problem. I'm ovulating and not on the pill. My husband and I are trying to have a baby. If you fuck me and cum in my pussy, I'd get pregnant." The driver said, "I thought you said you weren't married." "No, I'm married, see. [showing wedding ring] My husband doesn't approve of sex out of wedlock, so I have to get married so I can fuck this guy. But, if I can make some money, what he don't know won't hurt him, but if I give birth to a white baby, he'll know and he'll whip my ass good. Tyrone won't take that shit, so every guy that fucks me will need a rubber. I'll bet you don't have any, do you?" "No, I don't have any." Jack was most amused and very impressed. Julia sounded quite convincing and came across as a dumb bimbo. He would never have bought that bullshit, but the cabbie did. Then again, you believe what you want to believe, and he wanted to believe he had a fertile dumb bimbo in his back seat. The dumb bimbo said, "Well, I suppose you could fuck me if you promise not to cum inside my pussy." "I promise." "Swear ta god?" "Swear ta god." "Well, okay. You can fuck me." Jack got out as the eager driver climbed over the seat and dropped his pants. He was getting in the saddle as Jack got in front. The floor left plenty of room for him to get between her legs, leaving her in the beaver position, watching him slip a six-inch worm into her pussy. That didn't do much for her, but he sure enjoyed himself. She placed her hands on his pumping hips and said, "If it looks like you're going to cum, I'll push you out." "Don't hold me. I can't fuck with you holding on. Lift up and place your hands under your ass." "No, you'll press down on my hips and they'll be trapped. You just want me helpless so you can knock me up." "No, I gave my word. I just want to see that you trust me. That turns me on. So far, you've been real good. You're worth more than fifty bucks, but if you made the effort to turn me on, you could be worth a hundred." "A hundred dollars! Are you sure?" "If you put them there and keep them there, I'm sure." Julia looked to Jack and said, "If he says I'm worth a hundred, would you pay that much?" "Sure, but no more than that." "Well...alright. Lift me up." He helped her lift and she placed her hands palm-down directly under each butt cheek where her ass came down and smothered them. His weight also pressed down, hard as he said, "If you want the hundred, don't even try to pull them out. I wanna see trust even if I lose it and start going off in your cunt. I wanna see trust or I'll rate you fifty. Understand?" "Yes, I understand, but you will try real hard not to lose it, won't you?" "I'll try real hard, but you gotta try not to be such a good piece of ass." "How? I can't do anything." "That's your problem, isn't it?" "You're going to cum in my pussy. I just know you are." "Maybe, maybe not, but you want that hundred, don't you?" "Not that bad, but if you're going to cum in my pussy anyway, I may as well go for the hundred rating. It sure ain't worth a hundred bucks to take a Tyrone ass whipping. You're just lucky you're here and he's in Chicago or you'd get a Tyrone ass whipping too." "My friends call me Lucky, and you are going to have a Lucky baby. His momma ain't lucky because I'm about to cum in your cunt, bitch." "Oh no! Please don't!...please...please, no...oh shit...oh fuck. Damnit it. No more, please, pull out....Oh you bastard. You lying bastard. You fucker. Don't you dare say I didn't show trust. I still haven't budged or tried. I laid here and let you pump that whole load in me. I earned it." Lucky was feeling lucky and good as he soaked in a pussy he just fucked and fucked over, grinning at the greedy dumb bitch. He said, "Didn't your momma ever tell you to never trust a man with a stiff dick? She sure didn't tell you to never marry a nigger. I hope you get your dumb white ass whipped good." "I hope you know you blew your tip." "Blew my wad, too, right in your married cunt, didn't I? Felling like a dumb bitch now, aren't you?" Lucky kept the dumb bitch in place for ten minutes while they bantered back and forth and Jack stayed out of it. Lucky wouldn't give her the rating she wanted until she let his seed soak in. When he was satisfied, he turned to Jack and said, "This is hundred-dollar pussy, but you'd be smarter to marry it. You'll want it more than once and you won't need a rubber, now." Jack peeled off a twenty and handed it to Lucky, saying, "Here's your tip, and that's for not being a man of your word. I hate fucking a bitch with a rubber on." Julia pouted, "You men are all alike. All we are is something to fuck. I'm not sure I want to marry you, now." Jack got out and climbed in beside her after Lucky already confirmed her appraisal of men. Jack said, "Don't be that way. I'll marry you and give you a hundred. How's that?" "Really! I get both?" "On one condition. You apologize to Lucky for all those terrible things you called him, and you agree that all you are is something to fuck." Julia placed a hand on Lucky's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry for all those awful things I said. You're right, I am a dumb cunt. A dumb cunt is just something to fuck. You were right to do what you did, and I do deserve to get my ass whipped. When I get back, I'll tell Tyrone that I'm pregnant with your bastard. I'll take what's coming to me. Will that make you happy?" "If that ass whipping doesn't cause a miscarriage it will." Julia wanted to slap him up side the head, but she settled back and rolled her eyes at Jack, suggesting, "What a fucking asshole." Jack said to Lucky, "So, is she tight?" "Not bad, but she ain't no cherry. I got me some nine-year-old pussy that puts her to shame. Wears the skin right off my dick." Jack patted his back and said, "No wonder they call you Lucky. Way to go, Lucky. They got nine-year-old whores here, too?" "No, she's my grand daughter - daughter's daughter." "Why you old buzzard, fucking the daughter's daughter. You fuck the daughter, too?" "Her and her sister both. Good pussy, all of 'em. There ain't nothing like daughter pussy, and grand-daughter beats daughter." "Does her mommy know?" "Fuck no. She'd have my balls. Watches me like a hawk, but I nail her little bitch whenever she turns her back." Julia saw Jack doing something very curious. He took paper and pen from her purse and began jotting down the information off Lucky's cab license. He said, "It must be kinda hard to get to her." "Not too hard. They're living with me and she works when I don't. Course, I fix it that way." "You're one lucky bastard, Lucky. Say, I need to make a phone call to check on my reservations. How about finding me a phone on the way." "There's one right up here at the corner. Where you staying?" "The Plaza." "Got the number?" "Yeah. I'll just be a minute. Why don't you sit back here and keep Julia company." Jack got out. Lucky got in, but Julia got the impression from watching Jack that this wouldn't be Lucky's day. Jack took a long time, but Lucky didn't mind. When two squad cars pulled in and blocked the taxi front and rear, he stopped fucking around, pulled his hand out and wiped it, looked to Jack and turned pale, as pale as he could. Julia said, "I think you're in trouble, asshole. Jack hates child molesters." A big black cop told Lucky to step out of the vehicle. While Lucky was read his rights, Julia slipped over to Jack, still at the phone and hanging up after calling for a taxi. She said, "I didn't expect that. I should have." "I hate those mother fuckers, Julia. I mean, I fucking hate 'em. I have to deal with their shit and hold the pain they inflict. I'd like to find every one of them and line them against a wall. "Am I one?" "No, Julia, you are a victim. Victims are often forced to be molesters. They suffer the most. Don't you ever think that I see you that way, but don't ever think that I don't see your father that way." "He was a victim, too, Jack. Victims often become victimizers." "I'm aware of that, but I hold men to a higher standard. A man should control these urges and channelize his outrage. A man should punch something, but not a woman or a child. Sorry, but I'm out to get him, with or without you, and I want all of his friends. I could have them all rounded up with your help." "Then let's round them up. You lead; I'll follow." Another cop came over with a writing tablet in hand and said, "I'm going to need statements from both of you, but the mother is pressing charges and the kid has already given us everything we need to convict this asshole. You won 't be called in. I just need to know how this came about and came out. That question will arise. We know he picked you up at the airport at 5:17. It is now 6:05 and we are two miles from the airport. Give it to me straight." Jack explained and the cop was amused. People often come to town and do crazy things they would never do at home. Fucking a cabbie is no crime, and luring him to blab isn't entrapment. The LVPD officers thought it was pretty damn cool. Jack and Julia didn't need another Taxi. They had cops standing in at the wedding, and a squad car ride to the Plaza Hotel. Paper, tip, photos, and flowers only came to seventy five bucks - better still. Jack was cheap. He split the bill with Julia and that was after he took his twenty back from Lucky. Jack carried Julia over the threshold of a room for two and laid her on a bed for two. There, they made love for two fucking hours. He did not pin her ankles back and make her nose bleed. He did something he rarely did with a woman - he made passionate love. Julia did something she never did - she responded to that. They consummated their marriage several times, but as lovers, not fuckers. This was not recreational sex. Their lovemaking was sweet and gentle with his prick nestled in her body most of the time. They were spliced and in-love. This love was no threat to Frank and his marriage. They both agreed to that. Frank must be a part of this love. He had a place. He'd find his niche or sleep in the wet spot and jack off, but he would not be pushed out. Those were his kids and that was his family, and Julia was a part of that. Now Jack was. Did they live happily ever after? What do you think? The End Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+