Ashley's Surprising Descent As A Submissive Slut (Part 1) - Episode 7 free porn video

“Damn, you look hot,” I complemented out loud.

“Oh stop,” she said with a playful smile and tone of false humility.

It was just the two of us sharing a small table at the popular restaurant. Her long brunette hair framed her tan face, highlighted by her sparkling brown eyes and devilish smile. She wore a casual white and grey striped cotton dress that showed off her cleavage and the perfect curves of her body.

My mom has always been a role model for me. The fact that she is so fucking sexy was one of reasons I am so impressed with her. Her professional ambition is also impressive, doing whatever it takes to climb into the executive offices of the bank we both work at. Her personality is strong and confident, but playful.  Her fit petite body makes her look at least ten years younger than her early fifties She never has a problem attracting desirable men. Attracting them was easy for her; keeping them was another. She’d finished three marriages and had just begun her fourth. She never looks back though. As sweet as he is, she is a master at using men in every way to satisfy her own appetites and pleasures. She is confident and knows how to get what she wants. I have no doubt that is true in the bedroom too.

“Who is this Cliff you mentioned the other night?” she asked. “He must be good if he beat you playing golf.”

I felt my face tighten with embarrassment. “Oh, no one,” I lied, looking down with a sudden interest in the food on my plate. “He’s just someone that Katie Kingston met at a wedding we went to.”

Emotions silently ricocheted in me. I’m highly competitive and hate to lose. Losing the golf game pissed me off – at myself. My anger mixed with a strange anticipated arousal at the thought of him. He is so mysterious. Katie said he was by far the best sex she’d ever had – again and again. I got the first taste of what he’s capable of just off of the eigtheenth green. His cock was mesmerizing. My anger and arousal mixed with nervous anguish. Cliff’s prize for winning the golf game was my complete sexual submission without any limits. I only agreed to it because there was no way I’d lose the game. Then I did. I put myself in this position, securing it with collateral that would relinquish my control. How did I get myself in this situation?

“I can tell it bothered you to lose,” my mom pushed. “I can see it in your face now,” she added. “How much did you lose?”

My heart raced. “Um, ah,” I stammered. “We didn’t play for money,” I answered honestly.

The truth was, Cliff wasn’t interested in my money. An awkward silence hung in the air between me and my mom. She was desperate to know what was at stake in the game.

“Did you see Joey in here the other night when we were here with Maryah and Jordon?” I asked, doing my best to change the subject. “I don’t think he saw us, but I saw him in a back booth. It looked like he was on his dinner break during a shift.”

My mom’s eyes suddenly grew large as if she was caught with her skirt up by my question. “Um, yeah,” she answered, “or no.” She looked down and then back up again as if trying to regain her composure. Her face turned red. It was awkward.

“Yes or no?” I asked. It was an innocent question to try to distract her from the awkward conversation about Cliff and my golf game. She looked back down at the table and squirmed uncomfortably in her chair.

“Um, Joey?” she stammered.

“Joey!” I said, surprised at her sudden nervous awkwardness. “My old boyfriend. Remember? The one you said I shouldn’t be with? The one you said I could do better?” There was a brief pause. “Even though the sex was amazing,” I blurted.

“Yes, of course,” she said. “I mean yes about remembering him, not about sex being amazing with him. How would I know about that?” Her words uncharacteristically stammered. She blushed again.

The air strangely thickened between us. My mom was rarely flustered, especially with such a simple question. “So you did…”

My phone suddenly came to life, buzzing loudly, vibrating everything on the table like a wand on full power. It shook us both out of the awkward conversation filled with more questions than answers. I turned my phone over and read the screen:

_________________________

                   Cliff

Wheels up in two hours.

Pack light with passport.

I’ll pick you up in one hour.

_________________________

“Wait, what?” I said out loud.

“What is it?” my mom asked.

“Oh, a work thing,” I lied. With my mom working in the executive offices of the bank, I immediately realized that wasn’t a smart way to answer. “Not exactly a work thing. Someone from work.”

“Who is it?” she asked, with a tone more like a boss than a mom, although sometimes the line between them can be thin.

“No, it’s nothing,” I lied again. I picked up the phone and texted back: “Wheels up? Passport? For what?” I pressed send. My phone buzzed immediately.

_________________________

                   Cliff

Flight. Think Tropical.

Dress very sexy. fifty-seventh minutes.

_________________________

My fingers texted rapidly: “Flight? Tropical? I can’t just fly somewhere.”

_________________________

                   Cliff

Your promise: submission with no limits.

fifty-four minutes.

_________________________

“What?” I asked out loud again, looking at my phone screen.

“What is it, Ashley?”

“Oh nothing,” I lied again. “Sorry, I need to go,” I announced, still puzzled about her awkward response to my question about Joey. I stood up, picked up my purse.

“Everything OK?”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said as I turned to go. “I’ll call you later.”

I sped to my place, risking a few traffic violations. My mind raced as fast as my car. I promised no limits, but I didn’t think that meant flying off some place. Who does he think he is? Tropical? Do I just pack for the night? I have work tomorrow. My thoughts ricocheted. I looked at the clock. forty-five minutes had passed since his first text. What the fuck!

I took my top and bra off and put on one of my favorite small white short cotton tops that falls off the shoulder with a bared midriff. The top hugs my 34C tits, showing off my athletic build and abs. I put on a short multicolored floral skirt that highlights my firm ass and legs. Three-inch heels raised me to 5’8”. I looked in the mirror. My blond straight hair fell over my tan shoulders. “Sexy he wants, sexy he’s got,” I said, looking admiringly into the mirror.

A whirlwind of emotions stirred in me. I couldn’t believe I was allowing his text to dictate my life so immediately. Yet I was choosing to. His short cryptic phrases communicated an assertive strength and control. His mysteriousness heightened my curiosity but also my nerves. I’d be lying if I said the idea of flying somewhere tropical didn’t make me excited. But so quickly? Needing a passport meant somewhere out of the country. I can’t fly internationally! What about work tomorrow? It was all so fast, so crazy. It didn’t make any sense.

I looked up at the clock. I had only five minutes. I quickly threw things into my carry-on suitcase. A couple dresses. Tops. Shorts. Bra, panties. Sandals. I grabbed the obvious things from the bathroom and threw them in. I closed the suitcase just as the doorbell rang. I opened the door, expecting to see Cliff. Instead there was a large handsome black stud who looked like he could be a linebacker in the NFL. For all I knew, he was.

“My name is Antonio. The car’s waiting. I’ll take your bag.”

“Where are we going?” I asked as I handed him my bag.

“He’ll tell you everything you need to know,” Antonio answered with a gorgeous broad smile.

“You coming too?” I asked, hopefully.

“No, ma’am. Not this time.”

We walked to a black Lexus parked in front of my place. He opened the back door for me.

“Welcome,” Cliff said. “Glad you decided to make it.”

“Did I have a choice?” I asked as I stepped into the car. Cliff and Antonio both watched as my skirt hiked up my legs as I sat, exposing a glimpse of my panties.

“Of course, you had a choice,” Cliff answered. “You always have a choice. Whatever you choose has consequences. I need to know before we leave that you are here willingly and without limits.”

“Where are we going?” I asked. “I’m not sure what I’m agreeing to.”

“You’re agreeing to fulfill your promise and commitment you made when you lost our golf game. Complete willing submission without limits. Nothing else matters. Yes or no.”

I swallowed hard. I put myself in this situation. “Yes,” I said. “I always keep my word.”

“Very good. To the airport,” Cliff said as Antonio stepped into the driver’s seat.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“You’ll see. I think you’ll love it,” he said.

“But I have work tomorrow,” I said.

“Call and tell them you won’t be in. I’d start by saying a few days, but we’ll keep it open-ended.”

“Open-ended?”

“You look nice,” Cliff complimented, changing the subject.

“Thank you,” I answered. Truthfully, he did too. He was wearing a blue linen button-down short-sleeve shirt and white linen pants with sandals. It showed off his muscular physique.

As we got close to the airport, the car turned into an area where private and corporate jets are hangered. I had never been to this part of the airport. To be honest, I had never noticed it. The car pulled up next to a white sleek plane with Gulfstream G650ER printed on the back. The door was open with stairs coming down to the tarmac. Antonio walked around and opened my door, reached his large hand in and took mine in his hand. My hand dwarfed in his. I stepped out of the car as I watched him openly lust over the view of my body. I smiled at the slight movement in the front of his pants.

“Want to take a picture,” I said, as I stood next to him.

“That’s okay,” he said. “I have a good memory. Right up those stairs.”

“Thank you,” I said. I reached over, rubbed my hand across the front of his pants and groped his cock. Like the rest of him, my petite hand was dwarfed by what I felt. “Maybe next time then,” I said with a smile over my shoulder as I walked toward the plane.

Cliff walked around the car and stopped briefly to say something into Antonio’s ear before following me toward the plane. “Antonio will load the bags.”

I walked up the stairs into the private jet. Cliff followed me a few steps behind, enjoying the view of my short skirt. I knew why I was here and decided I would enjoy it.

The private plane was luxurious with leather seats, couches, a small kitchen, a bar, television, a laptop on a desk and what appeared to be a small bedroom in the back. “Damn, this is nice,” I said.

“Ever been on a private jet?” Cliff asked.

“Nope. First time.”

“Lots of benefits to the private part,” he said. “Company owned.”

A man in a white pilot uniform closed the door of the jet, sealing us in. As he turned around, he smiled warmly. “Anything I can get you before we take off?” he asked. His eyes lingered on me lustfully. I smiled back. He had a lean athletic build and sandy hair.

“No thank you Jared,” Cliff answered. “She’ll be the one serving us on this flight,” he announced.

Jared’s smile grew. “Great,” he said, taking another long admiring look at my body. “Unfortunately, I’m on the clock. With my flying and her service, it looks to be a fantastic flight. I’ll get us cleared for take-off and on our way.” He walked through the cabin to the cockpit.

“Pour us a drink and have a seat on the couch,” he said, with a gesture to the bar as he walked to one of the plush chairs in the middle of the cabin.

“Yes, sir,” I answered sarcastically. His order struck my competitive nerve. I was only here because I lost that golf game. The memories of that afternoon and evening flooded back into my mind. “How could I let that happen?” I wondered to myself. “How could I put myself in this position?” I felt the plane begin to move. There was no going back now. I was here to pay my debt.

An unopened bottle of Casa Dragones Joven tequila sat prominently on the bar with some whisky glasses next to it. I opened the bottle and filled two glasses half full. “This will help,” I thought to myself.

I walked the drinks over to Cliff, one in each hand. “Here you go,” I said with a smile. Rather than taking the drink, he ran his large muscular hand up the back of my bare leg. “Hey,” I said, surprised by his boldness. I was defenseless with the drinks in my hand.

Cliff’s hand continued up my leg and under my short skirt until it cupped my ass. Cold chills covered my body. It was more out of growing arousal than nerves. My nipples tightened. There was something about the mysterious suspense of being alone with Cliff on a lavish private plane as it moved across the tarmac toward a runway, taking off to an unknown international location. The aroma of the expensive leather mixed with the top-shelf tequila in my hands was intoxicating. I willingly boarded the plane knowing there were no limits to what might be required of me. The competitive side of me found the challenge irresistible. Like the blend of aromas, the air was thick with a strange alluring mélange of wills. I am a strong confident woman. I am used to taking charge in my life. None of that mattered now. Wherever the plane was taking us, any vestige of my control was left behind. I willingly relinquished all control to this tantalizing man I barely knew.

Cliff’s hand moved between my legs and continued its ascent until caressing the edge of my pussy. My knees buckled slightly from his touch. His fingers hooked the small thread of fabric separating his skin from my womanhood. With a controlled forceful pull, the thin material gave way and fell into a clump into his hand. I gasped in surprise, trying my best to not spill the drinks. I felt what was left of my thong fall to the floor. His hand slid back up my leg to my helpless pussy. The wetness of my folds betrayed my growing arousal from his assertive control.

“Mmmm, someone’s enjoying this,” he said. His thumb toyed with my swollen clit.

My knees buckled again. I gasped. Nothing attracts me more than strong, confident, self-assured man. I imagine there’s nothing more enticing to him than the submission of a strong woman. Something about him was irresistible. Two of his muscular fingers glided easily into my already soaked pussy while his thumb continued its masterful massage of my helpless clit.

“Oh god, you’re bringing me close,” I confessed.

“Already?” Cliff said with a mischievous smile. “You’re more of a slut than I thought.”

I blushed. “Oh god, oh god,” I said, trying my best not to spill the tequila.

“Drink one of those,” he ordered.

I brought the glass in my left hand to my lips before emptying it down my throat.

“Damn, you’re going to feel that,” he said, surprised I drank it all.

My head spun. Alcohol is an aphrodisiac for me. As the song says, tequila makes my clothes fall off. His working my clit and g-spot was driving me crazy. “Oh fuck,” I said, lost in the moment. “Careful.”

Cliff took the drink from my hand. I placed the empty glass on the table. Cliff pulled me toward him. My legs straddled his waist. “Fuck me Slut.”

I reached down and opened his pants, releasing his familiar, beautiful, long, hard cock. Seeing it almost took me over the edge. My short skirt was pushed up to my waist. I positioned the thick head of his cock and lowered my body over him, swallowing his entire length in my drenched pussy. I gasped again. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuck yes!” I dropped my head back.

“Well then, fuck me Bitch.”

Cliff had no way of knowing his dirty talk just compounded my arousal. Maybe he discovered the effect it had on Katie and assumed it was true for me too. This man was intoxicating. If he made me feel like this already, what else might he have in store?  My will and body melted on him like butter. I wanted to devour him; I wanted to be devoured by him.

Cliff reached up and took hold of my tits as my body rocked rhythmically over his. The approaching orgasm in me grew more intense. My petite hands held his muscular shoulders before sliding up to run my fingers through his thick head of hair.

Cliff freely explored my body with his strong hands. The passion between us intensified. His fingers took hold of my blouse and easily ripped it open from the front, exposing my tits. It was nothing but tatters. His assertiveness turned me on. I threw what was left of the top across the plane cabin. I loved that blouse, but loved what he felt like more. There were plenty more tops in my suitcase.

Cliff’s mouth sucked one of my tits into his mouth. His tongue played with my swollen nipple, further heightening my arousal. I quickly pulled his shirt off of him. Our skin pressed against each other. I could feel his body responding to my skillful fuck. I was determined to make myself a prize worth winning.

“Oh fuck!” I cried desperately.

Cliff spanked my ass as I rode him. I squealed, lost in pleasure. Like a horse, the more he spanked, the harder I rode. My euphoria grew to something surreal. My body convulsed in sheer ecstasy on top of him. I gasped, then screamed. My pussy gushed over his beautiful cock.

Cliff fucked me with a rare strong confidence. He locked his eyes onto mine, reading my soul like a familiar book. I felt exposed. The mixture of his passion and strength was unlike anyone I had ever fucked. He was in charge. There was something mesmerizing, even addicting about him. The more he fucked me, the more I wanted him to have his way with me. Who is this man?

In a confident smooth motion, Cliff stood up, lifting my body on top of him like a rag doll. I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. His strong arms held me easily, allowing me to continue to fuck him without skipping a beat. I leaned forward and kissed him. There was something electric with our connection.

Then, in one smooth motion that surprised me, Cliff reached his right hand between our sweaty bodies and wrapped the inside of his elbow around my waist. He pulled his cock from me, grabbed my left side with his left hand and turned me upside down. He did it so easily, I almost felt weightless. My legs were in the air above us. I lowered my knees to his shoulders. My soaked pussy was perfectly positioned in front of his face; his long thick cock was in front of mine. It glistened with my own cum.

I panted as his mouth and tongue savored my soft moist folds in front of him. God, he’s good! I reciprocated by devouring the entire length of his swollen cock. My petite hands fondled his swollen balls. Normally I might feel nervous being held upside down, but his strength made me feel secure and free to have my way with him. I wanted him.

My body responded helplessly to his oral affection. I felt another climax growing quickly. This one felt more riveting than the first. How could that be? My body trembled in his arms. He moaned at the knowing signs of my imminent climax. I gagged. I pulled my mouth off and continued to stroke him with my hand. “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” I screamed. My entire body quaked in bliss. My body was locked in his arms. My pussy was captive to his mouth. I was in helpless euphoria, hanging upside down in the strong arms of this master, 30,000 feet in the air.

Cliff stepped forward toward the plush leather chair he had been sitting in. He lowered me down to it so my knees were on the chair and my face against its soft leather back. He pulled my waist up, causing the chair to tilt back slightly. I held on to the back of the chair with my hands, putting me on all fours. He spanked my bare ass displayed in front of him.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

He spanked me again. I winced in pleasure with a moan. I could feel my skin reddening. Cliff pressed in behind me, sliding his still-hard cock easily into my drenched womanhood. I pushed my ass back toward him, desperate to be fucked hard by him. He reached around my body with his right hand and took hold of my tit, mercilessly twisting my erect nipple between his fingers.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned again.

He slowly methodically fucked me making clear he was in control and in charge. Cliff’s low voice moaned approvingly. I was putty in his hands. His pace steadily quickened, pushing more deeply into me. I wanted him more than I wanted anyone. His muscular body pressed against me harder. His grip on my waist tightened. Then suddenly, waves of his glorious thick warm cum filled me. My pussy hungrily consumed every drop. Cold chills covered my body.

Cliff turned me around. I slid off the chair and onto my knees in front of him. My tongue licked thick cum from his hard shaft. His strong hands moved to the back of my head, his fingers interlaced my long blond hair. I licked every drop from his beautiful cock, then continued to suck his head. I looked up, allowing my wide eyes to lock onto his. Seeing his approval, my mouth continued its ride up and down his manhood.

“Mmmmm, yes,” he moaned softly. “That’s the way, you little Slut.”

His words only encouraged me. My tongue stroked his head mercilessly as my lips descended his entire length before returning. I took pride seeing his body begin to tense and his cock begin to swell. I was determined to be the best little slut he’d ever had.

“Oh fuck!” His back arched, his pelvis thrust forward and his cock forced its way deeper into my gullet. Warm thick cum flowed like a gushing fountain down my throat. I gagged, but it didn’t stop him. I devoured him hungrily. I reached my petite hands around his body and grabbed hold of his ass cheeks, pulling him against me.

I looked up again at him, catching his approving eyes. I released his cock, cleaning the last vestiges of his cum with my tongue.

“I think you may work out just fine for what I have planned for you,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked genuinely. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, and you’ll be glad,” he said. “All you really need to know is what I tell you to do.”

I looked up with him in silence.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Yes what?”

I looked back up at him with my large blue eyes. “Yes, sir,” I answered.

Cliff picked up the drink from the table and sat in his plush chair. “Very good Slut. Now, Jared up there has never allowed anyone to distract or seduce him when he flies. He’s always so serious,” Cliff added disapprovingly. “Something about FAA regulations. He’s a hard liner about it. No one has been able to break him. We don’t have much time left before we land. You’re going to go up there and seduce him. Don’t come back until you do.”

Something had clicked in me. I remember first seeing Cliff at a wedding with Katie a few months before. I had heard stories about him. Then I played that fateful game of golf where everything was on the line. I lost and now am paying for it. Everything had changed. Three hours before I was sitting in a restaurant having lunch with my mom. Now I was on a lush private plane flying to some unknown international destination, fucking not just Cliff, but now tasked with seducing the pilot. How did I get myself in this situation?

“You want me to go up there and fuck the pilot?”

“Yes,” Cliff answered matter-of-factly.

“What if he won’t?” I asked.

“That’s not an option for you. Are you saying you can’t do it? You can’t seduce him?”

My competitiveness clicked. “Fuck yes, I can,” I answered confidently.

“Good,” he said. “Then do it, Slut.”

I stood up and walked toward the cockpit, pulling down the bottom of my skirt as I did. That and my heels were the only things I still had on. My ass was red. My nipples were still erect. My pussy still buzzed with pleasure. I enjoyed the taste of Cliff’s cum still lingering on my tongue.

My walk turned seductive, knowing Cliff was enjoying the view of my nearly naked body. I stepped through the door and into the cockpit. Jared was sitting in the pilot seat on the left. The seat on the right was empty. A panel of controls, lights and knobs filled the front of the cockpit.

“Hi,” I said in a sultry voice.

“Hi,” Jared answered politely.  He turned and saw me standing with my naked tits. “Did Cliff send you up here?”

“Maybe,” I answered with a smile.

“It took longer than usual,” he answered. “You must have given him quite a mile-high experience.”

I smiled. “My first,” I answered. “But I’m not interested in him right now,” I said, letting him see my glance toward his lap.

“I appreciate that Ashley, but Cliff knows better.”

I ran my fingernails across his shoulder and into his hair while gliding my left fingers across my tits. “I don’t. You’re right, Cliff’s never had it better back there. More importantly, I’m going to make sure you’ve never had it better up here.”

Jared looked up at me again. I could see the lust growing in his eyes. I could swear I saw movement in the front of his black pants.

“There is nothing I won’t do. Are you telling me you don’t want any of this?” I continued.

“No, no,” he said. “I do. I really do,” he added with a second look at my body. “You don’t know how much I do. I just can’t. FAA regulations and all.”

“FAA in charge up here? I thought you were big man.”

“Well, yeah, I am, but they let me be in charge up here.”

“Then take charge up here, Lover.” I slid my right hand down his chest and abs and grabbed his cock through his pants. As I suspected, it was nice and hard and long. “I see part of you wants to.”

Jared gasped as he tried to pull away. “Yeah, I’d like to, but I can’t. FA”

“A,” I interrupted. “I know, the FAA. It’s probably a good time to tell you then that I’m with the FAA.”

“Nice try,” he said, not fooled.

“FAA stands for the Fuck my Ass Authority. Up here, your ass is mine,” I said with a soft chuckle.

“I wish,” he said. “But I can’t,” he insisted.

“Fine, have it your way,” I said, pretending to concede. “So, you can’t, but is there anything the FAA says I’m not allowed to do, other than smoking in the lavatory of course?”

He laughed. “No,” he answered. “That’s pretty much it. Just enjoy the flight.”

“Good, I will” I said. I put my right foot up on his chair so my fit bare leg was displayed in front of him. My skirt hiked up, offering a glimpse of my wet pussy. I pulled up my skirt to fully expose my ass and pussy. My left hand moved up my body to play with my tits while my right hand slid down to caress my pussy. I moaned softly.

“Um, wait, I mean you ought…”

“Shhhh,” I said with a coy smile, putting my left index finger to my lips. “You just focus on flying. I’ll focus on enjoying my flight.” I licked my finger before sucking it between my lips. I smiled at seeing more movement beneath Jared’s pants.

“Oh fuck,” he said.

“Mmmmm,” I said. “Thank you. This feels so good,” I added genuinely. I stroked the length of my pussy before circling my clit, bringing my arousal closer. My fingers moved back down my folds, reaching my opening. I plunged two fingers in, allowing the fingertips to find my g-spot. My breathing changed to deep short breaths. “Oh fuck, I am getting so close.”

I glanced down to see Jared’s eyes locked on my pussy. I slowly pulled my fingers out and slid them up my folds, capturing a glistening wetness. “Mmmm, too bad you can’t have any of this,” I teased. No touching.” I moved my fingers toward his mouth, but stopped under his nose. “No tasting.” I brought my fingers up to my own lips. My tongue licked the glistening juices from my fingers. “Mmmm, so good.” I said.

My hand returned to my pussy to stroke it more. I slowly brought myself toward climax. My nipples hardened in front of his face. Cold chills covered my skin. My body began to tremble again. “Oh god, I’m going to cum Jared.” I put my left hand on the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair. “Oh fuck, I’m so turned on. I’m going to cum.”

Jared’s left hand pressed against his cock over his pants.

Just as I started to cum, I raised my right foot while pulling his head toward me with my left hand. His mouth landed in the center of my pussy. His tongue immediately found my swollen clit. I screamed in pleasure as my juices gushed over his face. His tongue lapped up the flood as fast as he could. My body quaked against his face.

His right hand reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling it toward him, pressing my pussy against his mouth hungrily.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried. “Oh fuck, please don’t stop.” I glanced down to see Jared’s left hand rubbing the front of his pants as his tongue slurped me up.

I pulled back as the climax quelled. Jared’s face was covered with my cum. His tongue licked up what it could.

“Mmmmmmm,” I said. “I’m not done enjoying my flight like you promised.”

I brought my foot back, knelt down next to his chair and turned it. I was surprised to see that it pivoted. It made sense to allow the pilots to get in and out easily. I quickly moved myself between his legs. Without permission, I quickly unbuckled his belt and opened the front of his pants, and released his rock-hard cock. I took it in both hands, stroking as I looked up at him. He had no choice but to concede. I licked my lips before devouring him between them.

“Oh fuck!” he said, conflicted with pleasure and breaking flight protocols. With his concession, I took my time, ensuring the best blow job he ever had. Despite my attempts, it didn’t take long. I wrapped my tits tightly around the base of his head and siphoned every drop from him before swallowing the impressive load. My tongue licked my lips to capture small thick drops that attempted to escape while my hands fondled his cock and sore balls.

“The food and service on this plane are the best I’ve ever had,” I said as I stood. My competitiveness enjoyed the victory of being the first to seduce the usually dutiful pilot. Cliff would be proud.

“Oh fuck, you’re good,” he said.

I walked back to the luxury cabin to find Cliff still in his chair, working with some papers on the desk. He looked up to see my saunter.

“You were up there a long time,” he said. “At least compared to others who have tried.”

“That’s because they just tried,” I said.

“You fucked him?” Cliff asked.

“Not only did I fuck him, but he will never be the same.”

“Damn, you are such a whore.”

“Now you’re just flattering me. Anything more I can get you?” I asked seductively.

“Another drink,” he said, holding up his glass. “You can get one for yourself too.”

I filled the two glasses with Casa Dragones Joven, gave him his and sat down on the couch.

“There is a small gift I have for you there,” he said, pointing to a small unwrapped box.

“For me? You didn’t have to?”

“I know. I wanted to,” he said matter-of-factly.

I opened the small box and pulled away the tissue to reveal a pink Lovense vibrator. “Damn, I’ve heard about these. I think my friend Katie has one.” I could feel my face tighten with a blush. 

“That’s good to know,” Cliff said with a devious smile.

“Put it in and leave it there unless I give you permission to remove it.”

I picked it up in my hand. Cliff lifted his iPhone and moved his finger on the screen from across the room. The vibrator came to life, buzzing strongly. “Oh fuck, seriously?” I asked.

“I never repeat orders,” Cliff answered. “It sets a bad precedent and undermines immediate obedience.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered. The vibe slid easily into my still-soaked pussy.

Cliff’s finger moved again on the screen of his phone.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed and grabbed the couch with my hands. “Shit. That’s serious. You can’t just do that.”

Cliff laughed. “That’s exactly what I can do, my little slut. Whenever, wherever and however long I want. That’s the point.”

“Oh fuck,” I repeated. Wherever we were going, not only would Cliff have his way with me when fucking me, but any other time between fucks. He now owned my pussy.

“We’re cleared for landing,” Jared’s voice said over the in-plane speakers.

The plane began a quick descent. In just a couple minutes the wheels hit the ground and the plane rolling down the runway.

“Where are we?” I asked.

“Quirós airport on the west side of Costa Rica,” Cliff answered. “It’s on the coast. You’ll love it.”

“I need to get a top out of my suitcase,” I said as the plane came to a stop.

“Any bags we have are in the cargo hull below.”

Jared emerged from the cockpit. His pants showed the signs of my earlier seduction.”

“You’re a mess,” Cliff laughed.

“Fuck, she’s good,” Jared said. “You were right.”

“Flying the friendly skies,” I said with a blush.

“Welcome to Costa Rica. Right this way.”

Jared opened the door to the jet. The thick warm humid air hit us in the face. I felt my skin moisten immediately. There’s nothing like warm tropical air. Lush tropical jungles surrounded the small airport.

“Give me your passport,” Cliff said, more as an order than a request.

“Why?” I asked.

“To get us through customs,” he said.

I reached into my purse and handed him my passport.

I felt exposed walking down the stairs wearing only my skirt and heels. I did my best to cover my tits with my arms. Jared pulled one suitcase from below the plane and set it by the stairs. It wasn’t my bag.

“Where’s my bag?” I asked.

“This is the only one Antonio asked me to load,” Jared answered.

I looked at Cliff in shock. “He didn’t load my bag?”

“You won’t need it,” he answered with a smile.

“Wait. This is literally all I have.”

“Exactly,” he said.

“How long are we going to be here?”

“Long enough to enjoy ourselves,” he answered.  “Let’s get through customs.”

“I can’t go in there like this!”

“Sure, you can,” he answered nonchalantly. “You going to stay out here?”

My cheeks reddened match the colors of the sun setting on the horizon.

Cliff walked up to a man standing behind a small table. It was nothing like the usual booths I’ve seen in other countries. But this was not a normal airport. It looked more like a tiny off-the-grid airstrip.

“Buenas noches Sr. Cliff. Cómo estás?”

“I’m doing well! Thank you Jorge. You? Your family?”

“Mi familia esta bien. Gracias Sr. Cliff.”

“Glad to hear it,” Cliff said. “We’re just here for a few days.”

“Quién es ella?” he asked, with an admiring glace at me.

“Oh, she’s our entertainment while here,” Cliff said with a wink.

“Prostituto?” he said, suddenly looking lustily at me. “Muy agradable. Puedo conseguírselos.”

“Better,” Cliff said. “She’s free and there’s nothing she won’t do.”

Jorge laughed. “Mucho major!”

I blushed as he looked at me again, this time stripping me with his eyes of the little I had on.

“Want some?”

“No me tiente, Sr. Cliff.”

He lifted his phone and moved his finger up the screen.

The vibe suddenly came alive in my pussy. I gasped out loud. “Oh fuck!” Everyone around us turned and looked at me. My knees buckled. I gasped again. My already heightened arousal made me helpless to the vibrator’s torment.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing, my friend. You may want to at least make sure she’s not hiding any contraband.”

“Cliff!” I protested in a gasp. There was only one place anything could be hidden on me.

“You want to make sure you fully cooperate with the law here. Last place you want to find yourself is in a Central American jail dressed like that,” he chuckled.

 “Gracias, Sr. Cliff. Como siempre, eres muy generoso.”

Jorge stamped the passports and handed them back to Cliff.

“Gracias,” Cliff said, slowly lowering his finger across his phone screen. The vibe inside me lulled to quiet.

“Divertirse.”

I reached my hand out toward Cliff to retrieve my passport. Cliff dropped both of our passports into his bag and took my hand in his. “Grab my bag,” he said.

I took the handle with my other hand as the bag rolled behind. With one hand in his and the other holding the bag, my tits were completely exposed. The warm humid air moistened my skin causing it to glisten in the lowering sunlight.

“You like adventure?” Cliff asked.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” I replied as we continued to walk toward a jeep waiting for us.

“Great, you’re going to love it here then, especially with what I have in store for us.”

“Where are we going?”

“A little off-the-grid vacation resort on the beach you’re going to love.

“Sounds amazing,” I confessed out loud, looking up at Cliff with a smile.

Cliff returned the smile, first looking into my eyes, and then down my almost naked body. “It will be. No going back now.” 

My entire body tingled with a mixture of nerves and arousal. I barely knew this mysterious man, but I knew enough to know that when he says things like that, there are no limits to what it might mean. In just a few hours he turned a normal day having lunch with my mom back home into an unexpected adventure flying me to a remote beach resort deep in thick Central American jungles. I realized it was only the beginning. If he can do that to me in just a few hours, what would these next few days require?

“Hola Sr. Cliff,” a young guy standing next to the Jeep said as we approached, looking at me more than Cliff.

“Hola José.”

“Al resort?”

“Sí.”

He took Cliff’s suitcase and loaded it into the back of the open Jeep.

“No suitcase?” he asked in English.

“No,” Cliff answered for me with a smile. “She has all she needs.”

José took opened the back door to the Jeep and offered his hand to help me in. As I climbed in, José got a full view of my nakedness under my skirt. “Muy Buena,” he said.

After driving about a half an hour, José turned onto an unmarked path barely noticeable from the road. The longer José drove, the deeper into the remote jungles we went. The foliage was dense and dark green. Bright colored flowers burst off the trees. Sounds of tropical birds and wildlife sung around us. The thick humid air soaked my soft skin. The further we went the more my nerves, excitement and arousal grew. I looked at my cell phone. “No service” appeared where I was used to seeing reception bars.

As we rode, Cliff’s hand caressed the inside of my moist naked thigh. His touch heightened my already sensitive skin and arousal. He teased me with long soft strokes, allowing his fingers to rise to the soft folds of my pussy beneath my skirt. He smiled at the discovery that the humid moisture of my skin was no match for my soaked pussy. He picked up his phone and slid his finger again up the screen, bringing the merciless vibe inside me back to life.

I gripped the side of the Jeep with one hand while I moved my other to his muscular leg. My fingernails raked his hard cock from the outside of his pants. We teased each other mercilessly.

After about forty-five minutes we emerged from the dense green jungle foliage and approached a gate that seemed to appear out of nowhere.  José clicked a remote. The gate opened and he continued through it. He clicked the remote again and it locked behind us. Two minutes later, the view of the ocean appeared in front of us as he pulled up to an isolated rustic plush villa. 

The villa, thick foliage, palm trees, private beach and waves lapping the shore were all beautiful as the final orange, red and yellow colors of the sun descended over the horizon. José opened my door to help me out, more for his own enjoyment of the certain view he would get than my need. I squeezed Cliff’s cock before stepping out of the Jeep. José unloaded the suitcase before driving away.

As beautiful as it all was, I realized whatever lied ahead, I would be figuratively and literally be in Cliff’s hands. I had nothing but the skirt around my waist that barely covered my ass. There was no cell reception. The long four-wheel path to the villa was undetectable from the road, except for those who know it exists at all. Cliff had secured my passport. I was his to enjoy.

I was still astonished that I got myself in this situation. I was the one that let my guard down and let him beat me in that golf game. I was the one that promised myself to him sexually without limits as the prize if I lost. I was the one who knowingly boarded that plane, realizing anything could and would be possible. I never imagined it would bring me here. My competitive resolve kicked in. Nothing motivates me more than a challenge. He may have brought me here to enjoy himself without limits, but he had no idea what I am capable of. If he wanted adventure, then I would bring it.

How did I get myself in this situation? Most of me was glad I did. I will play his game. I will blow his mind. My competitive resolve made me feel indomitable in the moment surrounded by this remote tropical paradise. That was before I realized what he would require next of me.