No Pulling Out, page 16
Lottie giggled nervously.
The Captain just sighed and shook his head. “Girl… if you’re going to be part of the Highwind family, you’re going to have to relax a little. We’re a very relaxed group of people. I mean, damn, my co-pilot is asleep right now, and we’re on auto-pilot. I usually come out to chat with the crew around this time. It’s just what we do here.”
Lottie let out a sigh of relief. The big man didn’t feel any less imposing though. “I'm sorry, I'm just a bit nervous, first flight and all that. Want good marks.”
“Don’t worry, kid. You will get good marks.”
“Thanks…”
The Captain clapped his hand on her shoulder and laughed heartily. “That’s the spirit! Loosen up for god’s sake. Now, I'm going to grab a drink. Can you take a peek in the cockpit, make sure we aren’t about to run over any flying cows?”
Lottie nodded, crushed her can and tossed it into the bin. The cockpit door was already open, but the co-pilot wasn’t there. She figured he must have gone to take a leak. The room was rather dimly lit except for a couple of overhead spotlights and various illuminated screens. Mechanically, everything looked great. She stepped right into the cockpit and rested her hand on the co-pilot’s chair, marveling at how smoothly everything was running on auto. She looked out to gaze at the view ahead.
She stared out into the darkness ahead of her as a chill ran down her spine. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her.
She turned around to see the Captain standing right behind her. The door to the cockpit was shut. Her eyes travelled down the big man’s muscular body, and rested on the huge bulge in his slacks.
“You caught my eye the moment you walked aboard this plane,” said the Captain. “Well, this is my plane, and that means that everything aboard is also mine for the taking.”
Lottie gulped, but she couldn’t deny the lust and desire that coursed through her. She knew what needed to be done, and she knew what was expected of her. She dropped to her knees and undid the Captain’s slacks. She reached inside and got out his massive cock and balls. Her eyes lit up and she licked her lips.
“Go ahead. And that’s an order.” Said the Captain.
She didn’t need to be asked twice. She slid his cock right into her mouth, as far as it could go. She grabbed hold of his muscular thighs as the big man began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, before picking up quite a pace and really face fucking her. Dark grey clouds formed just outside the window, creating an eerie nighttime atmosphere.
Lottie started to pant loudly, the mammoth balls jiggling just beneath her chin. She reached down with one hand and grabbed both of them in turn, kneading his sack and gently squeezing them, pushing them together and rubbing his wide, throbbing girth as she sucked on his cock head.
The Captain sure was pleased that he had his dick inside a tight warm mouth, as he pummeled his hips back and forth, his muscular thighs slapping up against Lottie’s shoulders. He reached down, grabbed her hair and pulled it back, whilst using his cock to give her a playful smack across the cheeks.
“Oooh baby,” said the Captain. “Keep doing that. You’re so good at this.”
Lottie’s lips touched the head of his cock again as she looked back up into those eyes. She smiled as her tongue went to flick over the head, and she swirled it around the tip before starting to suck lightly. The Captain groaned, and his fingers wrapped tighter in her hair. She moaned as her mouth went to work, and she bobbed up and down on his cock. She started to choke a little when it hit the back of her throat three quarters of the way in, but she tried to breathe through her nose. She pulled back to blow on his wet, hot flesh, and the Captain shivered.
The Captain pulled on her hair, but Lottie didn’t need him to guide her back onto his cock as she tried to take more. She gagged around him as she let his cock head go into the back of her throat, and despite the gagging she kept sucking. He held her there before letting her up for air, and she gasped a little. Once back inside her mouth, she couldn’t help but to moan around the cock as arousal shot through her. Usually she was weary of men taking control, but there was something about this man that made it seem so right. She wanted to be used.
“God, you’re good.” The Captain said, and he started to pull her on and off of his cock by her hair, guiding her.
She gagged as she took him into her throat each time, but the muscles in her throat felt so good around the head of the cock. He would let her take back control for just a moment before he couldn’t take any more of her teasing tongue. The big man could feel himself getting closer and closer to his first orgasm of the night with the help of Lottie’s skilled, warm mouth.
He started to slam into her throat, barely giving her time to catch her breath as his eyes fluttered closed. Every time she moaned around him, he could feel the vibrations traveling up his shaft, making him roll his head back and gasp. He pushed into her throat one more time before pulling out.
The Captain lifted her up, turned her around and bent her over the pedestal radios. She felt a big, strong palm grab her ass from behind, through her skirt.
He stood behind her, his huge hand fondling her taut buns, rubbing the spheres up and down. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “So fresh... so fertile.”
Lottie moaned, so caught up in the moment. She felt his other hand cover her mouth and grip her face tightly, muffling her moans. “Shhh, we’re not alone up here, remember. They’re just outside this door.” Lottie cried out into the palm, as the man’s grasp on her butt tightened. The Captain’s cock throbbed, and pressed against her skirt. He gave his ass one final firm squeeze, and in one fell swoop ripped down her skirt and thong.
Embarrassed and slightly humiliated, but extremely aroused, Lottie stuck her butt out and up.
She longed for something to be inside her. She felt the pair of big strong hands on her ass, this time so warm against her bare flesh. She felt the big cock head pressing up against her pussy from behind. It was throbbing, and felt even bigger than when it was in her mouth.
She heard a long, deep exhale from behind her. “We’re not going to need a condom...” The Captain said as Lottie felt his cock pressing harder against her pussy, trying to enter her. He was enormous, but she was already so slicked up and juicy that he was able get the head in with relative ease. He slid the rest inside, inch by inch, skewering her. She gasped out in pain and pleasure, as she felt the full length of the enormous dick. She felt big balls banging against her as he began to pound, grunting like an animal.
The Captain was at a point of no return. He pounded her hard and fast, grabbing hold of her hips, playfully smacking her ass and pulling her hair back. Lottie liked the Captain’s moves. She was being drilled to the ninth degree, plowed like a cheap whore. She was at a point of no return too. His ridiculously long cock slamming her so relentlessly was giving her pleasure she’d never known. She took it, every last inch, hitting her sweet spot and making her moan. She arched her back and stuck out her tush further. He withdrew his cock and slapped it between her plentiful cheeks. She could feel the slick head tickling the inside of his globes, teasing her, and he rested his heavy cock on the small of her back, before rubbing it up and down the length of her tight crack.
“Oh wow… that feels so good! ” Lottie said encouragingly, as she reached down to work her clit.
With Lottie’s snatch so juicy, the Captain knew that it was time to plunge back in. She knew that it was time too. He held her cheeks and pressed his cock up against her again.
“Fuck... sir... I need to get knocked up!”
The big man groaned once more, and rammed his mammoth dick right up her pussy.
She shrieked, screamed and yelled at the top of her lungs. The man drilled her hard, every last inch buried deep. He pummeled her so hard and rampantly that she dripped love juice down onto the floor beneath her, pooling between her shoes. The cock up her pussy was nearly too much for her to take, and as her walls clamped down around the girth, she continued to work her clit, stroking as fast as she could.
Lottie couldn’t hold it any longer. She came, squirting around the girth and all over a monitor beneath her, the see-through liquid trickling down and seeping into an important-looking device.
The Captain withdrew with an audible ‘pop’, and flung her over his leather pilot seat. He stood up on the arms of the chair, and lowered himself down as if squatting weights. He rested his hands on the young woman’s shoulders, so that his muscular chest was pressed up against her back. He rubbed his bell-end up against her inviting pussy again, asking to be let in. Lottie gave him full permission.
“Please. Give it to me!”
The Captain plunged deep, and swung his cock in and out of her soaked pussy, his big grapefruits full to bursting. He wanted to achieve his climax, urgently. He fucked her hard and fast, wrapping his big, muscular arms around her stomach as he penetrated her. He impaled her over and over, pounding in and out. Lottie could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. He stuck out his tongue and suckled on the underside of her ear and nibbled on her earlobe, the enamel of his teeth feeling cold against her skin.
She felt his balls tighten up against her. As he let out one final primitive cry, the Captain shot his load. He pumped his spunk into her, shooting jet after jet of thick, ropey cream deep inside her fertile body. He coated her inner workings with his potent cum. The sperm swam blindly to their destination.
With his little swimmers buried deep, the Captain gave her one final loving kiss on the neck as he stroked her hair. He pulled out his cock, which was now almost flaccid, and sat down on the co-pilot’s chair. Lottie spun round and sat down, her cream pie warm between her legs.
She hopped down in between his thighs and sucked eagerly on his dick, keen to taste her own juice and flavorings on the drained shaft. With the Captain semi-hard and fatigued, she widened her lips and sucked him from the balls all the way to the tip, cleaning him as best she could, before resting her lips on the pulsing cock head and vacuuming out the last drop of spunk, which she gulped down greedily.
“First flight and all that. Want good marks.” Said Lottie.
“Don’t worry, kid. You will get good marks.”
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LOCKED UP & KNOCKED UP
By
Tess West
B are open road, stars adorning the sky like an astral blanket, scenery flashing past like a blurred suggestion. But the only thing that mattered to Rachel was the horizon. Home was a long way away and she had no plans of heading back there anytime soon. Studies, work, relationships, it was all baring down on her so much that she just had to break free. She didn’t care where she was going, just that it was far and fast.
Her phone buzzed, and not for the first time. She ignored the seventh missed call, and smiled. The world was hers and it was all she needed. The road curved as it ascended, and it wasn’t long until she was heading east, turning her head to see the distant specks of light coming from her home town. She slowed for a moment, letting the engine breath.
She parked, and hopped out of the car without a care in the world. She gazed back at where she had come from, and all she saw was pressure, stress and responsibility. She lingered for a moment, in two minds. She wanted to keep going, but it was her home.
She clenched her fists, strained in thought.
“Not yet…” she breathed.
She got back in the seat, back where she felt comfortable and free. She shifted into gear, the tires roaring as she zoomed off again, headlights blasting the unexplored road ahead of her. Adventure was at hand.
The hilly tree-covered land she knew so well was gone, ahead was a stretch of dust and fields. Every now and then, for a split second, she caught the glimpse of eyes reflected in her headlights. Animals were curious of the speeding machine and scared of its roar as she coursed on, radio blaring her favorite 80’s music. It was nearing midnight, joy flushing through her as she felt the sheer excitement of the situation. She beat her fists on the steering wheel and screamed with pure ecstasy. “I'm free!”
But suddenly her face dropped as she saw flashing lights in her rear view mirror.
“Oh frick...”
Rachel slowly pulled over, one hand fixing her hair, the other on the wheel. She had no idea how fast she had been going, but she knew it was going to be the first question.
A vast shadow, visible even in the darkness of night, loomed up against his window. Rachel lowered the window, took a deep breath and tried her best to look innocent.
“Lady…” came the deep voice from outside. “Do you have even the slightest idea of how fast you were going?”
Rachel shook her head slowly from side to side. She tried to look the officer in the face, the headlights of the cruiser highlighting the cop’s stern features.
“Out.” The cop said in a deathly cold manner. Without hesitation, Rachel did as she was told.
The officer took a few sniffs. Rachel assumed he was checking for any obvious scents of drugs or alcohol. But its absence did little to ease her nerves.
“Hands on the car, lady. Now.” Again, the voice struck her as hard as a rock.
Abruptly, heavy hands pressed onto her, thoroughly patting her down, searching her pockets and running down every detail and contour of her legs. His grip was so firm that Rachel half expected to come out of this ordeal with visible bruises.
As the frisking continued, she kept her hands firmly on top of the car out of fear, as she grew increasingly uncomfortable. She thought she had better try to talk herself out of this.
“Officer, look I… I know I was speeding. Please, I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, so if you can just give me my ticket I won’t hesitate to pay it.”
“Stress? Give me a break.” He chuckled.
“Please, sir, if I can just explain...” Rachel tried to protest, but before she realized what was happening her hands were sharply pulled behind her back and her wrists were cuffed. “Wait a second, why am I being arrested!?”
“Be quiet. I won’t tell you again.”
Rachel was pushed into the back of the cruiser, and she watched on in dread as the officer got into the front seat and started up the engine.
“You’re coming with me down to the station, lady. Anything you do say...” As he pulled out, the cop continued to read her her rights, and all Rachel could do was watch her car disappear behind them. She wondered if she would ever see it again.
The drive felt like it went on for another half hour, and the cop didn’t say another word until they reached the precinct. It was a small town, and the size of the station reflected this. Rachel was taken into a small holding room, while just outside, the cop spoke to what looked to be one of the few other officers who worked there. She struggled to listen in, but only managed to catch a few words.
“Speeding… race track…”
Rachel craned her neck and cocked her ear.
“Teach a lesson…”
“You’re doing mighty fine work, Graves.” Rachel heard the other officer’s voice, clear as day.
She slumped back into her seat as the towering man returned for her. In the bright light of the station she could now see him clearly. He was muscular and beefy, his thick broad shoulders risking scraping the door frame. His jaw looked like it was as hard as steel, but what struck her the most were the brown eyes that seemed to burn into her. She got to her feet without being told.
“So, what now?” She asked nervously.
Graves guided her down a narrow corridor with faulty flickering lighting and into an open area with a single door. He opened it and guided her in. It was then that Rachel saw what was in store for her.
“No, hold on. This isn’t right!” she protested.
“In.” Graves grunted, his finger pointing at the open cell before her. There was no one else there.
“No, please. You don’t understand. I have a job...”
Graves plonked a thick hand on her back, causing her to stumble forwards and into the cell. She turned to see Graves staring back, his hand on the wall, his eyes not breaking contact as the iron bars that parted them slid along and locked in place.
Banged up, Rachel felt her pulse race. The overpowering gaze of the officer standing before her kept her mouth shut. Graves reached down and slowly unzipped his uniform slacks. Rachel gulped.
“Sweet Jesus…” Her gaze traveled down, to between Graves’s legs. His huge cock was out, and it was starting to grow as the young woman looked at it.
The cop stepped up closer and stuck his cock through the steel bars.
“What the fuck?” Rachel whispered, looking up at his face again. “It sure as hell is massive…”
“No shit.” Graves snapped. “Get on your knees, lady.” He commanded.
