Archive name : benwa.txt ( MF, Asian, mile-high ) generator name : F.Y. ( address withheld ) level title : BEN-WA girl

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As a salesman for a heavy pot, I travel constantly. For me, flying is no more arouse than taking a bus-with the exception of one late, unusual flight.

I was late for the red-eye from Philly to San Francisco, and was dismayed to see a retentive line of people waiting to go through the metal detector. I stamped my base and sighed dramatically along with the others until I saw the cause of the logjam : A sight of Far Eastern loveliness in a skirt forgetful than Heather Locklear 's on 'Melrose post'had emptied her bag and all her pockets, and still kept setting off the sensor. The poor affair was turning a lovely pink from embarrassment and frustration. My heart and rapidly expanding putz went out to the girl.

Finally, she slapped her forehead, as if the answer had just dawned on her. As everyone stared in amazement, she stuck a handwriting under her skirt and squatted as if she were about to hold a dump right there on the base. Elegantly plopping two little brand orchis on the conveyor belt bash, she swished through the detector and out of my life.

She 's probably going to L.A., I thought as I forlornly boarded my aeroplane. I could n't get the photo of her flush face and drawing pin nipples, erect with inflammation, out of my head. Luckily, my tray hid the bulge in my pant when the stewardess served me my potable. As soon as she was gone, I headed for the bathroom to quickly whack off, covering my crotch with an emergence of 'Elle'which would swear out me once I was in the restroom as well.

The time slot on the first base door read 'Unoccupied'. I pushed it out-of-doors and there stood the 'Ben-wa ball girl', completely naked, bent-grass over to examine her shaven pussy for ingrowing whisker. Before I could stammer out an apologia, she yanked me into the petite room, shut the room access and slid the Occupied signboard in place.

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

She clamped a paw over my sassing when I tried to speak.

`` We have to be very quiet, '' she whispered, unzipping my fly with her free mitt. She sat on the bowl, pulling my gasp down with her. Out sprang 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 back talk. Her hands flew everywhere, massaging my hips and thighs and kneading my conceited ball sac and strained butt cheeks.

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

The plane hit an air pocket, and I fell forward, moaning loudly when my shit hit the back of her throat. As the daughter sat choking, tears welling up in her heart, the steward knocked on the door and asked if I was all right.

`` Tell him you 're airsick, '' coughed the girl, seeing my panic-stricken expression.

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

'' Sorry about that, sir. ''

'' diarrhoea ! '' snickered the girl after he left. `` I 'd better plug it up. '' She hooked a saliva-slicked finger's breadth in my asshole and speared her header on my puppet once again.

That did it. My balls gave a portentous rumble. But no way was I going to come without sampling that bare pussy. I snatched my stopcock from the girl 's ravenous jaws before it could blast off.

Unfazed, the girl skillfully hopped onto the sink and, wrapping her limber legs around my neck, pulled my sassing down to her twat. I rubbed my buttock along her clean-shaven slit agglomerate, marveling at its child fuzziness, but she drew me in closer, mashing her snatch against my mouth. Slipping my glossa in, I fucked her yawning maw until her juices plastered my face.

I was lost in the wise perfume of her velvet twat when I heard a loud battering on the door.

`` Hey, what did you do, fall in ? '' An impatient passenger was spoiling the political party. Thinking quickly, I made diarrhea farting stochasticity with my mouth. The knocking stopped.

`` nookie me now, before we 're interrupted again, '' demanded the girl, releasing me from her legs and pushing me back onto the bathroom. She gracefully alighted from her perch and eased her lithe body onto my throbbing prick, facing me. Her minute little cunt fit my putz like a glove. As she slid up and down, she drew in her fumble muscles, squeezing my rod even tighter, until I thought the head would burst open, flooding her interior with bubbling crude.

Gradually the girl picked up speed, frantically hopping up and down and humping her button against the substructure of my pecker. Finally, she rose on my celestial pole, keeping only the chief in, planted her understructure firmly on the trading floor and dropped her body down with a bang, until my hawkshaw felt like it was clogging her windpipe. Her head snapped back, and she writhed on my pulsing SOB like a flummox pig, humming steadily through her tightly closed lips.

This baby-doll deserved a treat-one I reserve for only my most especial girlfriends, because it requires a lot of speciality. I was near the end, but I pride myself on my survival. Digging my fingers into her smooth ass cheek, I stood up quickly, carrying the girl with me.

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

Her head bashed into the low cap, and she was knocked out. The weight unit of her unconscious mind body falling knocked me into the door, forcing it open, and we toppled into the gangway, where a frightened stewardess dropped a Salisbury steak dinner party on my head.

I 'm writing this from my cell, holding one ice pack on my skull and another on my sore putz, but I do n't rue a unity second. In fact, now I have a better use for all those patronise aeronaut miles.

F.Y. Pottstown, Pennsylvania

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It 's hunky-dory to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous human relationship. But it is n't okeh to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people former than a swear partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good concern of it !

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

*Addtional unveiling ( would receive made the habitue Introduction, above, TOO long : )

... sex on an airplane while in flight ) - news report codes which are NOT included in the tarradiddle codes ( themes ) choices.

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