Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 408: Consummating My SCS Project free porn video
Mid-November 2007 (Continued)
I spent the rest of that flight pleasuring just the first volunteer. There were other volunteers, especially given the enthusiastic comments from my bedmate, but I insisted, "No. I insist on only one at a time. Quantity is NOT important! If I'm being made to do this, then it's going to be done the way I want, which is to give each of you my full attention and the best possible time. Anything less would cheapen the experience for you, and I want those of you who do this to have the best possible memories of it." That was actually true, making it a nice change from just about everything else I said for this project.
When we'd planned this, Julia had said, "Maybe we shouldn't let any of them have sex with you on the way there? You'll have less than forty five minutes, which may not be long enough to do a really good job."
I'd answered, "You seem to be assuming that the moment the plane taxies to a stop, everyone has to rush down the stairs and off to the stores. We can stay in the plane as long as we want; all day if necessary."
"Oh yeah. I never thought of that." Then she'd laughed at herself for being so single-minded (I told you she'd matured).
Despite not being a virgin, Morgan wasn't very experienced and had been awkward to get started, so forty five minutes of my best attention wasn't long enough. I didn't want her to lose her mood, so when the "Fasten Seatbelt" signs came on for the landing, everyone except the two of us returned to their seats. We kept having sex (please don't tell the FAA). I used a sight blob to monitor the landing to give me warning if it wasn't routine, but it was fine.
It took another half an hour and several orgasms for Morgan to finally declare that she couldn't handle any more pleasure. Every girl on the plane except Carol had come into the bedroom to see us in action. Some of them had not done so until after we'd landed, but passionate cries, peer pressure and curiosity had eventually got them all to visit the room. Once in the bedroom, the sight of my clenching-and-unclenching butt had blown away the moral guidelines that had been important to them for so many years. Morgan's many gasped compliments had helped too.
By the end of the session, they all knew that I was the best lover they had ever heard of. Those of them that had previous experiences were very emphatic about how their boyfriends totally failed to compare with me.
#8:
Importantly, a large number of other girls were loudly clamoring for a ride on Mark's Magic Muscle. (Being well brought up Christian girls, they didn't actually word it that way; that's just me amusing myself, if not you.)
"Right!" urged Julia. "Let's get to the hotel."
"{Groan}. I don't think I can walk." That's from Morgan, not me.
I volunteered, "I'll ask the angel to float you down to the limos. I'm sure you'll be fine once it's time to go shopping." Morgan was too tired for more sex, but obviously not so tired that she couldn't go shopping for elegant dresses. Don't be silly!
The limos had been patiently waiting beside the plane and our pilots had already gone, so all I had to do was pull the plane's door closed behind us. One of my core girls went in each limo to ensure none of the girls got into a silly conversation in which they gave each other cold feet.
We drove in convoy to the hotel. I'd like to think that the staff was impressed by a guy booking into the honeymoon suite with two dozen girls, but they recognized me and that impressed them more than enough already. God knows what their thoughts were, but I didn't care.
The suite was absolutely gorgeous. Julia had arranged for the hotel to supply appropriately romantic music, many bouquets of flowers, chilled champagne and fruit drinks, some finger food, and a very large array of candles. Also several discreetly stored spare sheets in case the blood and wet spots got too off-putting for the later girls.
[A piece of advice for you: For the sake of the other hotel guests, if you want to impress your girl with your romanticism by having candles around your hotel room, don't do an amateur job yourself. If you stick a candle to a saucer, it can too easily fall over, set fire to something, sounding the smoke alarm and leading to the evacuation of the entire building. Your date, the other guests, the hotel management, and the fire department will all be very unimpressed by you. My girls and I had been among "the other guests" once and we did NOT appreciate having to stand outside in the rain while the firemen doused the burning carpet in Romeo's room. Get the hotel staff to set the candles up for you because they'll do a far safer and prettier job.]
There were easily enough interested girls that Julia could suggest, "Mark, you stay here with Lainey now. The rest of us will go shopping. We'll send Ashley to you in one hour and the limo will bring Lainey back to wherever we are. An hour later, we'll send Erica to you and Ashley will return to us. After that we'll stop for lunch. We'll have it in the hotel to save time, and we can decide then which of the remaining girls are lucky enough to get the honor of being with you this afternoon."
The three named girls had been begging for a crack at me, so they thanked Julia profusely. The only undiscussed aspect of Julia's plan was that when the limo delivers a girl to the hotel, one of my girls will come with her. Ostensibly to help the returning girl join up with Julia and the mob, but it's really to make sure the new arrival makes it to my hotel room and that the handover goes smoothly.
I put my arms around Lainey and shooed everyone else out of the room.
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With the enthusiasm of the first nominees, the morning's activities went very well. It's great fun being in bed with an enthusiastic lover. Just before lunchtime, #8:
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