On Transglobal flight 969 (damn that number!), and Although none of the passengers may have realized it, there was an at

On Transglobal flight 969 (damn that number!), and Although none of the passengers may have realized it, there was an atmosphere strange. Commander Contreras had indeed noticed something strange, but he limited himself to He cast a thoughtful glance over the cabin crew, and said nothing. Is than the night before The Company's minibus dropped us off at the hotel. The first I had spent several times walking around New York, and on one occasion I even had a adventure with let's leave it, that's a different story. But after a year assigned to the line, I no longer I wanted it so much. And also, with the cold outside, I promised myself even a light dinner at the hotel buffet, a hot bath to relax and beat jet lag, a good book, and a night of sleep. Yes, yes. It would be 8 p.m. when they knocked on the door room. Surprised, I opened it to find Marta and Lola, two of the co-workers. They sneaked into the room with an air of conspiracy. - Is something wrong? -I asked-. - Today is Silvia's birthday, and we had thought Ah, that was it. I took my wallet to make a small contribution to the gift. - No, wait! -Lola interrupted me-. We had thought give you a special gift. - How special? -I asked-. "Well, you'll see," Marta began. I have a friend among hotel staff, since She stopped, all blushing. - Well, it doesn't matter! -continuous-. You already know that Silvia is a little ursuline, I don't know if you understand me Of course I understood! Nobody in the Company had managed a date with her. Me neither, and let it be known that I tried several times. - Well, that friend got me one of those cakes papier-mâché that appear in the movies, when at the end of the dinner insurance salesmen's convention, or something like that, they bring the cake and that's it! comes out of her a scantily clad girl. - And are you thinking of bringing him a cake with a naked girl? I didn't understand anything. Or yes: was Silvia a dyke? - No, don't think what it isn't - Lola seemed to guess my thoughts. thoughts-. It's not about a girl. We have thought "Let a boy come out of the cake," Marta continued. And why did they need me? Suddenly, like a lighting, the idea came to me. - Oh no, rich! Nothing of that. No, wow. - Man, if it will just be a moment - Also, we will have the lights very dim -Lola finished-. Have you heard the saying that "two tits are worth more than two?" carts"? Well, there were four tits, and by my faith they scrubbed them well, while they made all kinds of snuggles with me. Right until my cock took the relay of my brain. And in the end I agreed. My part of the gift was to buy the "clothes" that they indicated to me. I had to ask a dead taxi driver for a sex shop. shame. And finally, I returned to the hotel around 9 p.m., with a piece of clothing red that surely fit without problems in that little waist pocket that They wear some pants. To give you an idea: a kind of bag, attached to three ribbons. When I entered my room, to my surprise, the two girls were inside along with the "cake". And another thing: a bottle of Californian champagne. After they made me drink the third cup, I understood why. But then I didn't care, because I was already beyond of good and evil. (I'm not used to drinking, and the two little foxes they knew). It turns out that Marta's room was next to mine, and there was a communication between the two, which had a door on each side. They They had left my door open without me realizing it, and then just They had to open the one on the other side. In short, they made me go into the bathroom to change (I offered them do it right there, but they pushed me with screams). There were more screams when I came out, and mouths covered with my hand. Finally, Marta completed my "outfit" with a bow tie, and asked me to get into the cake and wait. I felt the door close, and a few minutes passed in almost absolute darkness. I was already getting cramps from squatting, when I heard the door again, more laughter and screams, and the cake began to move, between snorts from the girls, who said it was too heavy. Another door that opens and closes, and -Happy birthday, happy birthday. Tea we wish everything!!!!. (That's when I had to leave). I stood up as best I could, with which the lid went to hell, and I did the stupid-erotic pose that The three glasses that I had on my body advised me. Well, she wasn't so Ursuline, no. Silvia laughed out loud, with hands in mouth. But soft light, nothing. It seems they had had it blindfolded until after making his entrance with the "gift." And to the girl seems to have found it funny. What they hadn't told me was what I had to do continuation. But it wasn't necessary. Marta had found a "comedian" with some of that "strip tease" music. And my three glasses advised me to start dance suggestively, shaking my pelvis back and forth, as I walked away approaching the honoree, who was no longer laughing so much. Suddenly, I remembered a scene from a "movie" (or was it a reportage?; It doesn't matter). A group of girls finish a bachelorette party in a club where a burly young man, more or less dressed like I was, approaches the bride And that's what I did. I started to put the bag in the middle palm of his face, while he continued dancing. And the other two, dying of laughter, applauding Then I straddled the girl's legs, not letting her to move your hips to the rhythm of the music. Silvia was red as a tomato, and was sweating profusely. But he hadn't gotten up and made a fuss, which was what I thought with my last remains of lucidity. So I sat up, lifted her out of the chair and I sat down. And then I put her on my thighs with the package in between buttocks, I took her by the hips, and rubbed her up and down for a few seconds. Two things happened: one, the laughter stopped as if by spell. Two, that the bag was no longer enough to house its contents, since you understand me The music is over. Silvia got up. one of the others girls opened a new bottle of champagne, and we toasted. (I already got wet alone lips, but they drained the glass and poured themselves another). Then they opened a new bottle, and they repeated. And hee hee, ha ha! In short, Silvia asked them Let them try too. This time it was Marta who sat in the chair. The music came back, and I repeated the routine. But this time, to add incentive, I lifted her skirt before sitting her on top of me, and the rub was "a hair." And I don't know why, because he didn't think it was bad, but rather he laughed laughter They were so "tipsy" and happy, that Lola said that He wanted to try something else, and he hugged me to dance to the rhythm of that music, swaying her hips and rubbing her pubes on my package, for which she already appeared at this point Which produced great joy, by the way. Total that I said to myself "wow or plan". I undid the hook on her skirt, and opened the zipper. Then I took off a little, and bang! She was left in her panties, with her skirt wrinkled at the feet. There was no "holy shit", but more laughter and screams. excited And she, after kicking off her skirt, continued as if nothing had happened, swinging her hips, and rubbing against me. Plop!. The cork of the third bottle hit the ceiling. But now they passed it from one to the other, drinking "from the nose." I just did the gesture of drinking. Marta seemed the happiest of the three: "Let's see, man, take off your thong," he snapped at me. -And what do you give me in exchange? -I asked-. Lola clapped her hands excitedly: - We're going to auction off Alex's thong. Let's see, I push with the skirt. (Total, I no longer had it on). I thought the others "they would cut", but oh no! Marta took off her blouse, leaving her in a bra. that barely covered her nipples, as the only clothing on top. - That's not worth it, rich! -Lola protested-. My skirt is worth more than your blouse - Well, I offer my skirt and my blouse - Marta decided -. And he was left with only his underwear. The two girls They returned to Silvia. - And you, what do you bid with? My mouth went dry. Silvia thought about it for a moment, and then She put her hands under her skirt, and handed me her panties. "Panties are worth more than outer clothing," he declared. solemnly, with his tongue clumsy with drink. It was Lola's turn. "My t-shirt and my bra," he concluded. He took off the two clothes, and began to laugh, while She lifted her beautiful tits with both hands. He only had the panties as the only clothing. We stared at Marta. If you wanted to raise the bid went up. She ran her hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. He held it rubbing it against her breasts for a few moments, and then she let it fall very slowly. Then he inserted a finger of each hand through the elastic of her panties, into her sides, and bent down as he lowered them down his legs, remaining completely naked. Then, he looked defiantly at Silvia: - You're going to have to bid very high, rich girl. Silvia thought about it for a moment. It was the only one that kept all outer clothing. She slowly took off her blouse. I wasn't wearing anything underneath (fuck the ursuline!) so her conical and stiff breasts were exposed. Then one by one he unbuttoned the buttons that closed the skirt in front, starting with the lower ones, so with each button that was released, it went revealing an increasing portion of her thighs, until she finally released the last one, and she was completely naked too. By the way, that "Ursuline" had a shaved pussy, a sign that she was not as prudish as everyone else. we believed. "This is a tie," Marta declared in a harsh voice. The two We have bid the same. Lola also took off her panties. - Triple tie. That I am naked like you. And now, that?. The effects of the alcohol, which hadn't been that much either. But I noticed other "effects." I had a erection like hell, and I had to fuck one or more of them, while the body will endure - Well, if you are already without clothes, and you can't climb the bet -I decided- I propose that you convince me I shut up. The three girls were whispering, directing me from time to time glances. A few seconds later, they burst out laughing. And it was Lola the one who spoke: - We have thought that, since there is a triple tie, then Let's share the trophy. But you have to give it to us (And she licked her lips, the very). - Take it from me if you dare! -I challenged her-. Of course he dared. He took two steps towards me, and passed his hands around my waist - pressing her bare breasts against me in the process body - took the ribbon behind my back with both hands, and crouched down little by little. little while she slid that downwards, brushing me with her breasts as she went. belly, penis and thighs, until I was as naked as the three girls. What you probably didn't foresee (or yes, who knows!) is that for When the bag stopped covering what little was left hidden from me, his face was the same height, with which my cock, completely freed from the "garment", went to stop at her mouth, with great joy and applause from the other two. We had to continue with that, before anyone entered in reason. I started the record player again, and took Silvia's hands, who looked at me strangely. I pulled her towards the chair, where I sat her down. And I repeated the "numerito" of swinging your hips in front of his face. But now, with the girl completely naked, and my penis absolutely horizontal waving up and down, centimeters from his nose, well, it was of more interest, right? As before, I sat on her thighs, facing the girl, holding onto her breasts (so as not to fall, don't think badly). And now without "bag", my tool walked up and down on his belly. Other difference: before, when she was dressed, she had remained with her hands hanging on the sides, but not now. I had them clinging to my buttocks, and by my faith they He seemed to enjoy his "birthday present." The most interesting part remained. I raised it, to occupy myself the chair, and word it took no effort for him to sit on me turnip, rubbing him with his naked bunny. And it was very wet, by the way! His vulva slid over me without any problem, well lubricated by its secretions. Now I no longer had to move her by the hips, because she was the one who rubbed herself back and forth. So I spent a I put my hand on her thigh, and I found her freshly shaved sex, with skin as smooth as of a child, who received the caress of a thousand loves, I can assure you. and my other hand gently pinched each of her nipples alternately. A few soft bites on his neck, which he had very close at hand. And my index fingers and thumb found a little button that stood out, and I They massaged very gently, which is a very delicate place for a girl. And then he "came" (as you say on the other side of the river) Atlantic). I had to cover his mouth, because his breathy screams were sure that could be heard in the reception, ten floors below. I was clinging to my thighs, moving his hips uncontrollably, and raising and lowering his little butt on top of my legs. On one of the climbs, I managed to enter two fingers inside her vagina, and that was the end. He raised his legs very high open, putting her feet on my thighs (with which I had to hold her tightly around the waist with my free hand, because I was afraid it would fall to the ground) and now he was no longer uttering little screams, but a long, long moan, only broken by the movements of her hips, which now swung back and forth, inserting my fingers deeper and deeper. Then he collapsed, remaining sitting on me again. Only then did I look towards the other two girls. Martha was spread out on a sofa, masturbating almost ferociously, and seemed about to cum, judging by his gasps. His hand slid up and down his pussy with very little hair, and she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. Lola was half on her side, staring with wild eyes at Marta, and massaged her breasts, swinging her head slightly to one side and other. She was the only one who wasn't shaved (although she didn't have a forest between her either). legs). I say this, because in his posture, slightly inclined, one could distinguish perfectly the opening of her sex between the light-colored hair (she is blonde Naturally, I don't think I had said it). I left Silvia sitting, with her eyes closed, and took the last bottle of sparkling. I doubted it for a moment (if anyone thought throw up (goodbye fun!) but finally I passed the bottle to Silvia, and We waited for Marta to have a loud orgasm before giving it to her. This time, I drank almost a quarter of the bottle, mostly because my mouth was dry from the exercise and show. And Lola, which had not been released. That had to be fixed, and Plus I desperately needed to fuck any of the girls, because my testicles were already starting to hurt, with so much hustle and bustle, and so much pussy naked in sight. I hugged Lola, and began to kiss her eyelids, her nose, the cheeks, and finally my mouth found his half-open. I drove her to the chair, which was a game that was already familiar to them and to which They lent as a degree, but I had another idea this time. The girl sat on it, and started moving her hips back and forth I put a hand on the back of her neck, and forced her head down. She turned her head slightly, surprised, but she allowed herself to be done. her breasts They remained resting on my knees. I put a hand under her waist, and raised a a little bit of her butt, so that her anus was perfectly visible to my view. tight and the opening of her sex. She didn't seem to dislike the little posture: She held onto my ankles, and swayed her hips slightly, invitingly. A salivated finger in her rear opening, caressing her circularly. The other hand helped me direct the penis, running with it the entire cleft of the vulva. From time to time he tried to penetrate her, but I only introduced the glans, and then removed it and continued with its journey up and down, up and down When the girl started moaning very softly, I was at the very limit. One of the attempts to put it in ended up with my cock buried in her vagina to the very balls. And it came like a hot knife into butter, a sign that Lola was frequently "taken care of." Four was enough for me or five thrusts so that he began to release all the load accumulated during the previous show. But I continued with my movements, because the girl was still It didn't seem to be over, and it didn't take long for the hips while, like a litany, he murmured something like "ayyy, I'm coming, I'm coming." I'm coming" and he "came", wow he did "come"! Then, when the tremors and convulsions, he separated from me, and then sat facing me and caressing my hair, while kissing me very sweetly. I think I must have fallen asleep, or fainted, what do I know? The truth is that when I regained consciousness I was lying on the carpet, with a delicious sensation in my penis, which was slowly recovering its hardness. And it was no wonder! Silvia's mouth was dedicated to licking my glans. He looked at me with a smile somewhat crooked because of the drinks, and then he He entered completely, moving his lips up and down in an "O" shape all over her still not very great length. But the "treatment" caused that a few seconds later I couldn't get all the way to the bottom, even though I think I He put it down his throat on occasion. So, to my disappointment, let. But the disappointment did not last long. He squatted down, with one of his legs on each side of my body, and he sat down little by little, leading my cock with one hand until it was completely buried in her vagina. And then He started fucking me. Yes, I say "fuck me" because she did all the work. With hands resting on my chest, I extended my legs a little until my cock He was on the verge of getting out of his soaked little cave, and then flexing his arms, with which he put it to the deepest depths. And her breasts swayed rhythm of his attacks, until I decided to grab them with my hands, and caress her incredibly swollen nipples. A few seconds later, he was moaning again like when the "little number" of the chair, and since I already had experience of how noisy it could be being when she came, I laid her on top of me and relieved her in her attacks. This time He didn't scream, no. His mouth was very busy on mine (so much so that he bit me lip). But she writhed like a woman possessed while a long, long orgasm. Surely a product of my abundant run towards (how long? I was not aware of the time) I was quite "ready", but it wasn't over yet. And I was still missing a pussy in my collection. Marta was still on the couch, now asleep, with her thighs tight. I raised your feet on the seat, to reveal your large opening, from which his swollen labia minora protruded. More or less at third slurp on the top of her vulva, with my tongue surrounding circularly her clitoris, she opened her eyes. It took a few seconds to take over of the situation, which seemed to not bother him at all, because he opened up even more legs to make my work easier, and he grabbed me by the hair, still burying plus (if it was possible) my head between her thighs. a few licks more, and he was already rocking his pelvis back and forth. Ready, Fortunately because I couldn't take it anymore. I stretched her legs up, resting them on my shoulders, and I guided my cock with my hand until I inserted it completely, slowly but without hesitation. He must have been at least as hot as me, because it didn't happen. of the 5 or 6 attacks: he began to moan muffledly (it had the song of a put his hand in his mouth) and his pelvis began to rock in all directions, which immediately caused my ejaculation. She didn't take long to follow me. Me He grabbed my waist with his legs, put his hands around my neck, and He ran with a long moan that he couldn't completely drown out with his hand. When my breathing became normal, I got up often from Marta, who went to the bathroom with one hand placed between her legs. To Lola She was nowhere to be seen, but Silvia was like dead in bed, breathing loudly (girls don't snore, they just breathe loudly). Was lying on her side, with her legs slightly bent and the left one a little further forward, which allowed her vulva to be seen from behind. But I don't I was already ready for a lot of trotting. I headed to my bedroom, through the doors communication ajar Surely the orderly Silvia had turned on the alarm clock before the little party started, because I was woken up by the dull buzzing in the other room. I was lying on my bed, naked, and next to me Lola just as she came into the world, who had an arm and a leg draped over me chest. When I stood up, the California champagne passed me bill, in the form of a heartbeat in my head that blurred my vision. At last, I managed to get up, and I woke up the girls. Shame about the duty that we called! Silvia and Marta were quite a spectacle, completely naked and hugging each other on the bed in the other room, with their breasts in contact. HE They quickly put their clothes scattered on the floor, and went to their own rooms, without saying a word. I thought Lola was still in my room, until I heard running the water from your shower. Slowly, I made my way to the bathroom of my own We didn't have any rest until after serving dinner to the passengers. Apart from the effects of the hangover, which still had to last for us four to a greater or lesser degree, the girls were quite "cut", and They avoided looking me in the eyes. One of the times I ran into Silvia in the narrow port side corridor, he turned on his side and did everything possible to avoid They will rub against our bodies. I headed to the "kitchen" to see if there was any aspirin left (I himself had served five or six to the passengers). Lola was there, finishing to secure the compartments of the trays on which we had served the dinner. He stood up, because otherwise we wouldn't fit in the narrow space, but with his head turned. I grabbed her chin with one hand and forced her to look at me Little by little, he relaxed, and even tried a hint of a smile, which She seemed slightly embarrassed to me. I put my lips next to his ear: - Today is Friday, and tomorrow we don't have any service. two. What do you think if you come to my house to spend the weekend? He didn't respond, but his smile widened. Would it be a yes? I reached tentatively under her skirt, and my fingers reached the elastic of their regulation uniform tights. And a little higher your naked pussy! - Don't get your hopes up, I'm not without panties just in case. "You came to see me," he whispered. It's just that it couldn't even stand the touch of the finest ones, after last night. And I plan to continue like this until Monday, at least. He lowered his voice even more, until it was almost a whisper. inaudible: - That is, if you don't mind me walking naked around your house... AV. 08-15-2003 If you have any comments (praise is appreciated especially) tell me in lachlaiinn@msn.com