archive epithet : benwa.txt ( MF, asian, mile-high ) Authors epithet : F.Y. ( address withheld ) story claim : BEN-WA lady friend

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As a salesman for a large corporation, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more exciting than taking a bus-with the exception of one recent, unusual flight.

I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a foresighted logical argument of people waiting to go through the alloy detector. I stamped my feet and sighed dramatically along with the others until I saw the cause of the logjam : A vision of Far Eastern comeliness in a skirt unretentive than Heather Locklear 's on 'Melrose shoes'had emptied her bag and all her scoop, and still kept setting off the detector. The pathetic thing was turning a cover girl pink from superfluity and frustration. My heart and rapidly expanding dick went out to the girl.

Finally, she slapped her os frontale, as if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in astonishment, she stuck a paw under her chick and squatted as if she were about to lead a dump right there on the floor. Elegantly plopping two minuscule steel balls on the conveyor smash, she swished through the sensing element and out of my life.

She 's probably going to L.A., I thought as I forlornly boarded my plane. I could n't get the exposure of her flushed look and drawing pin nipples, erect with excitement, out of my fountainhead. Luckily, my tray hid the bulge in my pants when the air hostess served me my drink. As soon as she was gone, I headed for the bath to quickly wallop off, covering my private parts with an effect of 'Elle'which would serve me once I was in the restroom as well.

The slot on the commencement door read 'Unoccupied'. I pushed it overt and there stood the 'Ben-wa clod girl', completely naked, set over to analyse her shaved slit for ingrown hair. Before I could bumble out an apology, she yanked me into the tiny room, shut the door and slid the Occupied sign in place.

`` Thank God ! '' she declared. `` I 've been waiting 20 minutes for someone to use this lavatory. ''

She clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to speak.

`` We have to be very hushed, '' she whispered, unzipping my fly with her devoid hired hand. She sat on the bowl, pulling my trouser down with her. Out reverberate my stiff cock, which she immediately devoured entirely. Snorting furiously, she slammed her head down on my rod again and again, as if she were trying to bust a hole right through the roof of her mouth. Her hands flew everywhere, massaging my hips and second joint and kneading my well up ball sac and strained coffin nail cheeks.

So this is the Mile high Club, I thought. Why did n't I join sooner ? I gritted my teeth to proceed from groaning with pleasance as the girl sucked relentlessly on my prick.

The plane hit an air air hole, and I fell forward, moaning loudly when my cocksucker hit the cover of her pharynx. As the daughter sat choking, binge welling up in her eye, the shop steward knocked on the door and asked if I was all right.

`` Tell him you 're air sick, '' coughed the girlfriend, seeing my panic-stricken expression.

I moaned emphatically. `` I, uh, have diarrhea. ``

'' Sorry about that, sir. ''

'' looseness of the bowels ! '' snickered the girlfriend after he left. `` I 'd better plug it up. '' She hooked a saliva-slicked finger in my asshole and speared her head on my pecker once again.

That did it. My balls gave a portentous rumbling. But no way was I going to come without sampling that bare kitty. I snatched my putz from the miss 's edacious jaws before it could blast off.

Unfazed, the girl skillfully hopped onto the cesspit and, wrapping her limber ramification around my neck, pulled my sassing down to her twat. I rubbed my impertinence along her clean-shaven pussy mound, marveling at its babe softness, but she drew me in finisher, mashing her prick against my oral cavity. Slipping my tongue in, I fucked her yawning maw until her juices plastered my face.

I was lost in the intoxicating scent of her velvet snatch when I heard a loud battering on the door.

`` Hey, what did you do, return in ? '' An impatient passenger was spoiling the party. Thinking quickly, I made looseness farting stochasticity with my rima oris. The knocking stopped.

`` shag me now, before we 're interrupted again, '' demanded the girl, releasing me from her legs and pushing me back onto the toilet. She gracefully alighted from her perch and eased her lithe body onto my throbbing mother fucker, facing me. Her specify little cunt fit my peter like a glove. As she slid up and down, she drew in her muff muscles, squeezing my rod even tighter, until I thought the chief would burst open, flooding her insides with bubbling crude.

Gradually the girl picked up upper, frantically hopping up and down and humping her clit against the base of operations of my cock. Finally, she rose on my pole, keeping only the principal in, planted her feet firmly on the floor and dropped her physical structure down with a bang, until my prick felt like it was clogging her windpipe. Her head snapped back, and she writhed on my pulsing prick like a stuck pig, humming steadily through her tightly closed lips.

This baby-doll deserved a treat-one I reserve for only my most limited girlfriend, because it requires a lot of strength. I was near the end, but I pride myself on my endurance. Digging my finger into her smooth ass boldness, I stood up quickly, carrying the girl with me.

`` Hey, what are you doing ? '' she exclaimed, squirming on my stopcock. `` You 've got to be careful- ''

Her head bashed into the low ceiling, and she was knocked out. The weight of her unconscious soundbox falling knocked me into the door, forcing it opened, and we toppled into the aisle, where a frightened stewardess dropped a capital of Zimbabwe steak dinner on my head.

I 'm writing this from my cell, holding one ice pack on my skull and another on my sore tool, but I do n't regret a unmarried irregular. In fact, now I have a good use for all those sponsor airman miles.

F.Y. Pottstown, Pennsylvania

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It 's okay to *READ* storey about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it is n't alright to *HAVE* unprotected sex with citizenry other than a trusted married person. You only have one body per lifespan, so take good care of it !

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( Originally published in : ) Kristen 's accumulation - Directory 1

*Addtional Introduction ( would have made the regular presentation, above, TOO long : )

... sex on an airplane while in flight ) - taradiddle codes which are NOT included in the write up codes ( themes ) choices.

Also - since ONLY one ( 1 ) `` Genre '' choice is allowed I have placed this story in `` Fiction, '' although it also has elements of a possible `` True Story. ''