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Chapter Two
The Airplane Ride
Her stockings swooshed as she walked up the ramp to the plane. Since she was in first class, she was the first to board. She felt all of the male eyes on her as she went up the ramp, making sure she gave them the sexiest swing of her ass as she walked, her high heels tapping on the hard surface. God, she felt so sexy. It was only last night she masturbated and here she was, horny again. She now fantasized about the evening with Professor Johnson when she masturbated, imagining that he was making her do all those things while he watched. But she still could not orgasm more than once. She had no idea what made her cum three times with the Professor.
""Good evening, Jessica,"” greeted the flight attendant.
""Good evening."” She realized that first class was definitely different from coach; they knew her name before she even sat down. “"Is the plane going to be crowded?""
""No, late night flights are pretty empty except for the weekends. In fact, there are only two of you in first class this trip; the other seats will be empty. Do you mind if I ask you a favor?""
""No, go ahead,"” she said, a little surprised by the request.
""As I said, there are only two of you in first class. Senator Montan is the other. He has already boarded. He doesn''t go through the lounge, but boards from the apron. A security and privacy thing, I think. Anyway, I would appreciate it if you would sit next to him. I realize there are twelve other seats you could take, but it would seem a little awkward, almost as if you were purposely trying to avoid him if you sat elsewhere. I will keep you in good supply of champagne and food if you would do this favor for me."” She had a desperate look on her face.
Jessica had heard of Senator Montan. Who hadn''t? Not only was he the senator for this state, he was also Chairman of the Armed Services Committee, not to mention that he was rich, handsome, single and quite powerful. She should have been begging the flight attendant to sit next to him. “"I would be glad to. I will try to be as charming as I can,"” she assured the other woman, trying to fit into her new role as a world traveler.
""Thanks, this way."” She led Jessica past the small galley and pulled back the black curtain to the first class section.
Jessica had only flown a few times, all in coach. Each time it was an experience she did not care to repeat. She always seemed to get stuck next to a crying child, sick adult or lecherous, dirty old man, crammed into a seat, unable to escape. First class was completely different; it was like flying on a different plane. All the seats were leather, at least twice the size of coach and only two across. And now unlimited champagne and food, with hopefully some stimulating conversation with a powerful senator.
""Excuse me, Senator, this is Jessica. She has the seat next to the window.""
The Senator looked up, a big smile when he saw her. “"Hello, Jessica, and my friends call me Bill."” He stood up and moved out into the aisle. “"There you go, get comfortable, it''s going to be a long flight.""
Jessica flashed him her sexiest smile. “"Hello, Bill."” She was a little uncomfortable calling him by his first name, but tried to get into her world traveler character. She moved to her seat, scooting over to get to it. She smiled, imagining his eyes on her ass as she did. She had worn a pair of stockings with the seam up the back, almost a billboard advertising her sexy legs. She sat down into the seat with a whoosh, not expecting such comfort. Her skirt rode up rather high as she did, Bill not missing a minute of it, his eyes glued to her legs.
""Well this trip is certainly getting better by the moment. I didn''t realize I would have such an attractive traveling companion."” He looked down at her legs, the short skirt accentuating her thighs. He had noticed the seamed stockings. Damn, haven''t seen those in twenty years. Too bad, they are so sexy, garter belt and all.
They both settled in, not really talking yet while the plane got ready to depart. It was a short boarding and before they could say much the plane was airborne.
The flight attendant came into the cabin. “"Can I get you both a glass of champagne?"” She already had two glasses and a bottle on a tray, obviously assured of their answer.
""Yes, thank you."” Jessica did not really drink much, but this was the first day of her new adventure. It deserved a toast, champagne being very appropriate for such a momentous occasion.
Bill just nodded, taking Jessica''s glass and handing it to her. Jessica took the glass from Bill, noticing his eyes studying her body, his eyes staring at her breasts. She loved the attention. A powerful senator thinking that she was sexy. She could already feel her panties getting wet. “"Thank you, Bill.""
""What shall we toast to, Jessica?""
""My new job,"” she immediately responded.
""To your new job."” He tipped his glass up, taking a sip of the champagne.
""To my new job,"” Jessica replied, drinking half of the glass, the bubbles tickling her nose as it went down. It tasted good; she''d not had champagne before.
""Well since we have already toasted to it, tell me about your new job.""
""No, that''s all right, I don''t want to bore you.""
""Nonsense, I don''t think a man could ever be bored by you, Jessica. Tell me of your new job. Is it in Haiti?""
Jessica was happy to have someone to share her success with. On campus, her friends were limited to a few girls. Her parents had died and she had grown apart from her distant relatives. And Bill seemed genuinely interested in her. “"I have a job as an au pair for the summer for a very wealthy man. I''ve never been out of the country before, so this is going to be a big adventure for me.""
""Jessica, did you know that I can read your mind?""
Jessica looked puzzled. “"Read my mind?""
""Well, we have never met before have we?""
""No, but how are you going to read my mind?"” She smiled, thinking he was teasing.
""You don''t become a U.S. senator without reading people''s minds. Now I bet I can tell many things about you. Things that I shouldn''t know.""
Jessica took another sip of champagne, finishing the glass. She saw Bill look over and then hit the call button.
""The flight attendants won''t come in here unless we call for them. It is very private."” The attendant arrived promptly. “"Would you bring us a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice? And some strawberries. Anything else, Jessica?""
""Whipped cream."” She didn''t realize that the strawberries were for the champagne.
""And whipped cream,"” he said, laughing at Jessica''s naivety.
Bill waited until the attendant returned with all they had requested, including a huge bowl of whipped cream. He poured Jessica another glass of champagne. “"Now back to reading your mind."” He put his hands on his head, as in deep thought."” Your new boss is Michael Jergen,"” he began.
Jessica''s eyes opened wide in surprise. “"How did you know?""
""Oh, there is more that I know. The person that got you the job ... let''s see, is a professor. Yes, a professor. Now, what''s his name ... yes, yes, Professor Johnson. The person who got you the job is Professor Johnson.""
Jessica giggled, already a little tipsy from the champagne. “"How did you know that?""
""He is your professor. I can see you in your classroom ... “"He put his hand on his head again, faking deep concentration. “"You sit in the front row.""
""That''s right! Come on; please tell me, how do you know all that? Did someone tell you?"” Jessica was stunned. He was correct on everything. She took another sip of champagne. She noticed her skirt had ridden up higher. The hell with it. I have great legs, I''ll show them off.
Bill noticed the long expanse of leg that she was showing. God, to have those wrapped around you. “"It was very easy, Jessica. I know Haiti very well and there are only a small number of wealthy Americans; it''s not a place where most vacation. And knowing where you boarded, I suspected that your new boss lives in the same state. So therefore it had to be Michael Jergen. You see, Michael and I are very good friends; have been for a long number of years.""
Jessica was astonished that he could deduce all of that. “"You''re a very intelligent man. I don''t mean that as a bad thing. Of course you are, you''re a senator, an important senator. I just mean, to be able to deduce that from my one statement. But how about the professor? How did you figure that out?""
""Since I am such a good friend of Michael''s, I am, therefore, also a good friend of Professor Johnson. We all went to college together. I know that Professor Johnson does many things for Michael and it was easy to figure out that if he was looking for an intelligent woman to take care of his son, where else would he turn to but to Professor Johnson?""
He called me an intelligent woman, Jessica thought. And attractive. She took another sip of champagne. “"OK, but how did you know where I sat? Was that just a guess?""
""No,"” he chuckled. “"As I said, I have known Professor Johnson since our college days. Did you know he is divorced because his wife caught him in bed with one of his grad students? He loves his students, especially the female ones. Especially ones with legs as shapely as your own."” He saw her look down, blushing. “"He makes it a habit to take the girl with the best legs and put her in the front row so he has something to look at while he gives his boring lectures,"” he laughed as he said it. “"And if he is really lucky, to get her to spread her legs for him during class so he would not be bored.""
""You''re embarrassing me, Bill."” Her face, already flushed from the champagne, turned red with humiliation.
""See, I can still read your mind, Jessica. Would you like to know what else I know about you?""
She looked up. “"Yes, tell me.""
""You spread your legs for him in class and let him look up your skirt, didn''t you.""
""Bill, now you are really embarrassing me."” Her head hung down in shame as her secret was exposed.
He reached over, putting his hand under her chin, lifting up her face until she was looking directly at him. “"Come on, Jessica, we''re all adults. You can answer my questions. Don''t forget I can read your mind,"” he said, laughing at her humiliation.
She stared at him, their eyes meeting. “"Yes.""
""Yes what, Jessica?""
She saw it in his eyes; he wanted her to say it. She took another gulp of champagne, a big gulp this time. “"Yes, I spread my legs for him. So he could look up my skirt.""
""Did he make you take off your panties, Jessica?""
This was getting difficult, even with the champagne. She wasn''t even sure why she was answering his questions; they were getting very personal. It just seemed like she was obligated to do it.
""Yes, on Fridays."” She blurted out, “"and on the last Friday, I hiked up my skirt so he could see everything. And smiled at him.""
Bill laughed out loud, “"I like you, Jessica; you''re a very smart woman.""
Jessica was relieved when the Senator began to talk about other things, Haiti especially. Bill had been there often on senate junkets. He told her how different it was compared to the United States. Jessica listened intently, enthralled by his knowledge.
""You have to be careful of the police. It''s not like in our country, where you have rights. You can be arrested and disappear in Haiti and no one will even look for you. Even our embassy cannot do much for an American who has been arrested.""
He talked about the Haitians believing in Voodoo and how their society was built on many of the beliefs from the religion. “"You especially don''t want to offend the voodoo priests, in particular, the one who runs Michael''s household. He is one of the most influential voodoo priests on the island. Do everything you can to get on his good side; it will make your job much easier.
""I will see you for Michael''s Carnival celebration, a special masquerade party Michael hosts each summer. Everyone''s face is cloaked; you will be surprised at what happens at a party when no one knows who you are. Inhibitions seem to vanish and it turns into one long debauchery. It''s simply incredible.""
Jessica continued to drink, not really hearing Bill but noticing that he barely touched his glass. She was feeling so good. Even the awkward moments when he talked about her spreading her legs for Professor Johnson did not bother her anymore. She still noticed him staring at her body, but far from making her uncomfortable, she felt special, that a powerful man thought she was intelligent and beautiful. She giggled again as they talked, the champagne really getting to her now.
Bill leaned over to her, noticing her giddiness, knowing it wouldn''t be much longer before the champagne would prevail. “"So you can tell me, Jessica. What else did you give Professor Johnson for the job? I know you didn''t get this job just for a couple of peeks up your skirts.""
She looked at him. What the hell? “"He made me strip naked for him. Then he masturbated me."” She could hardly believe she said that. Even more, she wasn''t even embarrassed by saying it!
""I figured that, but did he make you cum?""
She smiled at him through drunken eyes. “"Three times. God, I can''t even make myself cum that much,"” she laughed.
""Ah yes, Professor Johnson has always been good with the girls."” He promptly changed the subject, talking about Jessica and her career plans. Their conversation lasted about another twenty minutes before he noticed her eyes beginning to flutter. She''d had at least three glasses of champagne and she was getting dizzy.
""Excuse me, Bill. But I think I need to close my eyes for a few minutes. I must have drunk the champagne too fast.""
""No need to apologize. The conversation has been stimulating. I always enjoy talking to an intelligent woman. A woman who knows her place in life. Why don''t you close your eyes for a bit? It will be at least a couple more hours before we land.""
""You don''t mind, Bill? I hate to be rude. You have been so nice to me.""
""Don''t worry, Jessica, I''ll still be nice to you. Very nice. Here''s a pillow. Why don''t you lie back and take a little nap.""
Jessica reclined the seat back not realizing that it went almost horizontal, unlike the seats in coach. “"Whoops!"” Her legs flew up high as her head went backwards, Bill''s eyes following her, looking up her skirt as it rose up. “"Thanks, Bill. Thanks for everything.""
It didn''t take long. One minute she was wide-awake, the next she was breathing heavy. She was on her back, her chest stirring up and down as she breathed. Her legs were slightly parted, her skirt high up her thighs. The attendants would not be back unless he called for them and he did not intend to do that. He had other plans. He pulled the armrest up from between their seats, not wanting anything in the way. He leaned closer to her, smelling her sweet perfume. She was wearing a white button-down blouse, the buttons straining to contain her breasts.
He held his breath and let his fingers move cautiously over her breasts, lightly touching the covered flesh. She did not stir. His fingers became more insistent, running from the top of her breast, up and down her cleavage, then under her breast before finally cupping one of the sweet globes in his hand. He hefted it, loving the feeling. She twitched a little, but seemed unaware of his handling of her. He became a little bolder, both hands now encircling her breasts, squeezing them gently, feeling her stir a little as he did. He cupped them both, searching out her nipples with his index fingers, lightly rubbing the tips through her blouse, seeking the buds.
""No, please no ... “” Her hands moved up to try to brush his away, but were too feeble to do anything.
""Shhhh, Jessica, it''s okay, lay back now. I''ll make you feel good.""
His hands brushed hers aside and returned to her breasts, now squeezing harder. Her body began to move as he felt the flesh between his fingers. He saw her hands moving, clenching into a fist, but they did not reach up to stop him.
He let go of her breasts and his hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. He undid the first one, his touch like a feather as her blouse began to spread open. The next one, and her bra was now partially exposed. She did not even stir. The next two buttons went quickly, the only remaining button below the waist of her skirt. His hands went to the middle of her blouse, one on each side and he began to peel it back, exposing her bra and naked stomach. God, what a magnificent set of tits. No wonder Johnson wanted her. He pulled it as far open as he could; the blouse still tucked into her skirt.
She stirred a little, an arm lifted up as if swatting a fly, too week from sleep and drink to be very effective.
His fingers brushed across the silky, smooth flesh pushed up by her bra, between her cleavage, and he imagined that it was his cock buried there, stroking back and forth. He pushed his fingers into her bra, seeking out more flesh, not even caring at this point if she woke. His hand moved from her breasts to her abdomen, his palm on her flat, taut stomach, feeling the heat from her body. She moved a little, attempting to dislodge the weight. “"Such a lovely body, Jessica.""
Jessica could feel someone touching her wrists. What was happening? Through her champagne daze, she felt her blouse being pulled from one of her arms, felt the cool air on her front. She didn''t dare open her eyes. She was afraid of what she would see. Was Bill actually taking off her clothes? What should she do? Her blouse was pulled from her shoulder and then hands pushed her over onto her other side, away from him. She squinted, afraid of him seeing her, realizing that she was awake. Her blouse was almost off, his hand pulling the last sleeve from her arm. He disappeared from her sight, as did her blouse. She shut her eyes again and waited.
He folded her blouse neatly, looking over at her huddled body. Her back was to him, naked, her short skirt barely covering her butt. She didn''t seem to have stirred. He reached over her, his hand finding her bra-encased breasts, squeezing them, harder than he should have, but once he felt the luscious flesh between his fingers he had to press harder. His hand hefted her globe, enjoying the feel of flesh bouncing as he jiggled it. His hand moved up the naked flesh of her upper breast, over the smooth, silky skin. He ran his fingers around the top of her breast before slipping into the cleavage. With the angle of her body, her breast pushed down, neatly cradling the other. He had to see and touch her naked breasts. He ran one finger along her side, seeing her body react as it moved toward her back. As he went up her back, her body arched forward, attempting to escape the tickling finger. He fumbled with her bra catch, taking a minute to open it, excitement making his fingers shake.
No, please no, she thought as she felt her bra loosen, one of her breasts already slipping out. She knew the lights were still on. “"Please, Bill, I can''t sleep with the lights on. Have them turned them down,"” she said, feigning that she was just waking up from sleeping, still drowsy. She moaned a little, hoping that she was not overplaying it. The alcohol was having an affect on her but that wasn''t all of it. She was becoming sexually aroused. The Senator was an important man, a powerful man. The thought of what he might do to her was exciting.
Ding, ding. The attendant bell rang.
""Yes, Senator, how may I help you?""
Jessica wondered just how close the attendant had gotten to them. Could she see her lying there, half naked?
""Can you dim the lights in here, please? Jessica wants to catch a nap.""
""Of course. Anything else?""
""Don''t disturb us unless I ring for you, is that understood?""
""Of course, Senator. Have a good nap.""
Even though Jessica had her eyes closed she could tell that it was now fairly dark in the cabin. She snuck a quick look, only the exit door signs dimly illuminated the cabin. She closed her eyes again, waiting. Her breathing stopped when she felt hands on her back again, cold hands moving her bra strap off, her body shivering as her bra was pushed down, clutching her arms over almost naked breasts.
He pushed on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back again. His hands moved up to her bra, pulling it free, turning and putting it with her blouse, eager to get back to her young breasts. He grabbed one of the linen napkins as he turned back to her.
She could feel the cool air from the overhead vent rushing onto her nipples. They stood out hard. She did not want him to think that they were erect because of him. Her hands moved up and clutched her breasts, her palms pushing into her hard nipples. She still kept her eyes closed, not so much feigning sleep but wanting to feel the touch of his hands on her body, afraid him knowing she was awake would stop him, the thought of how she looked making her pussy wet.
She felt a napkin placed over her arms, his voice softly speaking. “"So the light will not get in your eyes.""
The napkin covered her eyes; it was really dark now. She still clutched her breasts. What did he mean, the light? It was already off. She heard a click and then realized what he meant. He must have turned on the reading light. She could only imagine it, but she was sure that it was probably shining directly on her palms clutching her breasts.
""They are too beautiful to cover, Jessica. Let me see your naked breasts.""
She slowly raised her arms high over her head, her breasts rising up. She knew how they must look, thrust out. The attempts at trying to make believe it was not happening were now gone. He knew that she was not asleep and was making no pretense to cover up his actions. She lay there waiting for the Senator''s hands to return, not sure how far he would go with her body, the wetness between her legs still flowing.
Bill watched her breasts rise as her arms went over her head. “"So beautiful, Jessica."” He had won; she was his to do with as he wished. She might protest a few of the things he planned to do to her, but he enjoyed that. He liked when they fought a little; he liked a little reluctance in them.
""Please."” She pleaded, not really knowing whether she was protesting or begging. She jerked in response to his touch on her naked stomach, as he slowly circled her flesh. Her eyes clenched tight, not wanting to see what he was doing to her.
He couldn''t wait any longer. His hands moved up until they cupped her breasts, his fingers delighting in the feel of her youthful flesh. He gently squeezed, his hands grasping while his fingers sought out her nipples. He let two fingers lightly tap at the already hard buds, and heard her gasp at his insolent fondling as she passively lay there, half naked, the bright reading light illuminating her breasts. Her areolas were the size of half dollars, the dark brown highlighted against her alabaster skin. Her nipples were a dark pink, almost red and over an inch long. His fingers tapped on them, snapping back and forth then pinching them lightly, applying more and more pressure. He twisted her nipples, and her back arched up as he pulled upward.
His fingers were moving so fast, pulling, twisting and snapping her nipples then finally his fingers stretching up the rubbery flesh. The pressure on her nipples increased, his fingers tightening more the further he pulled on them.
""Ohhh!"” Her nipples were now over an inch and half long. She suddenly felt relief when he released her buds, causing her breasts to collapse back to her chest. But her relief was short-lived when she heard the sound of ice cubes sloshing about in the ice bucket, and she braced for the inevitable. “"Ahhhhh!"” Ice-cold water dripped onto her stomach, her muscles contracting in response to the freezing stream. “"No, please!"” she pleaded, knowing her cries were falling on deaf ears. A piece of ice pressed to her warm stomach and slowly, painfully moved up her body seeking her breasts.
""I''m going to make your nipples so hard they are going to feel like they are bursting, Jessica. You will eagerly want my fingers to return and tug on them."” She felt the ice rub on the underside of her breasts, goose bumps sprouting out all over her body. The ice left a trail of rapidly warming water, her body heat melting it.
He stroked her head, as her teeth clenched in anticipation of the ice on her nipples. “"Relax, Jessica. It is going to hurt when it touches your sensitive nipples, but it will be such a delicious pain. And I will make you cum from it.""
She felt the ice begin to move over one of her breasts, his other hand grabbing the globe in his fingers, pressing inward, forcing blood to rush to the hard nipples. The ice moved closer and closer to her areola.
She shivered, partly in fear and partly from the cold. Her breast was wet, the ice rapidly melting as he ran it over her flesh. She felt it near her areola, and her teeth gritted in expectation of when the ice would touch the delicate flesh. He was right, the ice hadn''t even hit her nipple yet, but it already felt like it would burst. She arched her back, pushing her breast into his clenching fingers. He ran the ice around her nipple leaving a freezing path of water on her dark areola, tiny hard goose bumps covering the otherwise smooth flesh.
Jessica screamed, not even caring if the flight attendants heard her. He had pushed a new piece of ice directly on her nipple, holding it tightly against it. The shock of the cold came first, then it was the numbing pain as he moved it around her nipple, but never quite pulled it away. A sharp throbbing emanated from her frozen nipple and traveled up her spine. He pushed down on the ice with one hand while continuing to squeeze her breast with the other, leaving no escape for her. Her fingers clenched in pain, her fingernails digging into her palms. It burned now, the hardened nub frozen. She feared he would cause her permanent damage.
He gave her a break, pulling the ice from her. His fingers quickly sought out the cold nipple, plucking at it, feeling how long it had become, how hard it was. He pinched harder, not hearing even a groan from her, knowing that his fingers were better than the ice. She even arched her back up, pushing her nipple into his fingers; his pinching fingers were warmer than the ice.
She could not believe how much the ice had hurt. He was right; it had felt like her nipple was going to burst. It felt swollen. His fingers felt good, warming the frozen flesh. Hearing the sound of the ice swooshing around again, knowing that he was readying another piece obviously for her other breast, she braced herself.
Her other breast was subjected to the same treatment. First the ice slowly encircled her breast, then moved over the wide expanse of her flesh, but always skirted her areola, always teased her. She shivered again, her breath taken away as the ice finally touched her areola, moving around it. She could feel the cold from the ice on her nipple as he slowly moved it around it, playing that same game, not yet touching it. “"God, no!"” the ice at last pressed painfully onto her nipple again. She could feel it become numb, then move on to the pain stage. She fidgeted about, but his fingers continued to hold the cold cube against her nipple, replacing it with a new one, never allowing it to melt. “"Thank you ... “” Jessica whimpered when the ice was removed, grateful for the reprieve. His fingers returned to pluck at the hard nub, igniting pain into the tip as he snapped them with his fingertips. The pain he caused assured her she had not lost feeling in them.
Then he grabbed both of her nipples between his fingers and began to pull on them, upward, stretching the hard nipples to greater proportions. He rotated his hands, and her body jerked in pain as her nipples were painfully twisted. He let one of her nipples go, his hand sliding down her stomach.
""You''re going to have to cum for me, Jessica.""
His hand slid over her pussy and down her thigh until he found the bottom of her skirt. He quickly snapped it up, moving up her naked thighs until he touched her panties. He grabbed her pussy in his fingers, digging into the tender flesh, feeling how wet she was, her panties soggy with her juices.
""It should be easy, Jessica; easy for you to cum. Your pussy is already wet. I told you the ice would be a delicious pain."” He pushed his fingers between the ridges, feeling the fleshy crease of her lips fold over his two fingers, her panties pushed between them. He ran his fingers up and down her slit, moving higher each time to the place where her clit would be, pushing harder with one finger until he found the hard bud. He rubbed harshly, feeling her press her ass into the seat, trying to escape his probing finger. He massaged it, feeling her body relax, accepting the inevitable. Her thighs slid further apart, giving him greater access to her sex.
It began to feel good, his fingers masturbating her just like Professor Johnson had done to her. Would he also be able to make her cum more than once? She raised her ass up from the seat as she felt his finger slide down her slit, pushing her silky panties into the moistened groove.
Her hips moved up allowing his fingers to slide lower, down over her pussy until they touched her tiny anus. His finger felt so big compared to the small opening; her body shivered as he touched her there. She felt the finger circle the hole, clenching and unclenching on the darting digit.
He was touching her back there, just as Professor Johnson had done. This was why she had bought that anal probe. She had not used it yet, but the professor''s manipulations had brought out a new curiosity in her. She had never even considered her anus to be an erogenous zone though men seemed to fixate on it. She knew she would have to submit to the Senator''s rude fondling of the opening. She had to find out if she got just as much excitement from it as the men did, had to find out if she got just as aroused from it this time as the last.
Jessica was quickly brought back to reality when she felt a chunk of ice pressed tightly against her nipple. “"Ow!"” Another ice cube was pressed onto the other side, trapping it. He eased up a little, moving both cubes back and forth, increasing pressure as the ice began to melt from her hot body. His other hand moved back to her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, running a fat finger over her swollen clit, pushing and pulling her silky panties between her fleshy lips. Her panties were now soaked. She was ready to cum. She had to, the pain of the ice re-freezing her delicate nipple now ran up her spine to her brain.
Her nipple hurt as the rough, bitterly ice was pinched tightly around the sensitive flesh. His fingers sought out her slit, pushing into the soaked panties pulled tightly between her legs, splitting her open.
The pain of her rapidly freezing nipple was merging with the pleasurable feeling of his masturbating fingers. She was going to cum soon. She had to. Emotions enveloped her—the feeling of submissiveness as she lay on an airplane, her body almost naked, her nipple tortured with ice, her pussy masturbated by a powerful senator. It was happening to her again. She arched her back, pressing her breast into the ice, the nipple pinched even harder between the cubes. Water was running down her side, rapidly melting from her body heat. She raised her hips up, her ass rising from the seat, pushing him deeper into her pussy slit, his masturbating fingers creating such wonderful pleasure in her body.
Her body shuddered as his fingers flicked and tapped at her clip. His fingers pinched her nipple harder between the ice, letting the cubes saw back and forth over the frozen flesh. She gasped in pain or pleasure, but not sure which, the feelings merging into one.
Screaming, she came on his fingers, her juices soaking through her panties, running between her spread thighs to the leather seat below. She felt him release the ice from her nipple, his hot fingers returning to it, pinching and pulling painfully, the feeling returning to the frozen flesh. That was all she needed to cum a second time, trying to fuck his fingers into her pussy, her panties preventing it. She jerked her hips sideways, back and forth, making him pull on her clit as she came, afraid that she had peed her pants, they were so soaked. “"Fuck!! Feels soooo good ... “” His hands continued to run over her body, dragging her orgasm out. Her senses were on overload, unable to comprehend how they did this to her each time.
His hands slowly manipulated her body. She was unable to stop him, limp from coming so hard. She felt her body lifted up and pulled over to his seat, not sure what he planned to do. She had thought he was finished, now afraid of what would be required of her. Her head was lifted up and placed on his stomach, her chest still heaving, her body trembling from the cold. She watched him slowly draw down his zipper, unbuckle his belt and draw his pants apart, his shorts barely able to contain the hard cock tenting it out. One hand stroked her face, the other grabbing her hand, placing it on his cock.
She felt it pulse beneath her fingers. It was large; she was barely able to encircle it. She knew he wanted her to jerk him off. He had made her cum; now it was his turn.
""Take it completely out. I want to feel your hot hands on my naked cock,"” he ordered her.
She did as he demanded, pulling his cock fully out of his boxers. It was big, over eight inches long. The head of his cock was a dark red, large veins running up the length of the shaft, and it twitched in her hands when she touched his naked flesh.
""It likes your warm touch. Rub it, Jessica, and play with my balls."” He pulled his pants and shorts down. Her head now rested on his naked stomach, her face only inches from the hard cock in her hands. Her other hand reached down between his legs, grabbing his ball sack, hefting it up and squeezing it gently. The head jerked when she squeezed his cock. He stretched back in the seat, loving the feeling of an exquisite young girl jerking off his cock. He could just barely feel her hot breath on his cock. “"Did you masturbate Professor Johnson?""
""No, he just made me cum,"” she answered, still sliding her hand up and down his cock. She tightened her fingers when she ran over the head, letting the friction increase. She flicked her fingers on his piss slot, his cock jerking in appreciation.
""You''re good at this, Jessica. You stroke my cock as if you had one of your own."” He moved his hand down to her face, stroking her cheeks, the other hand on the back of her head. “"Blow on my cock, Jessica. Let it feel your hot breath.""
She blew on the head of his cock, holding it tightly with her hand as she did. She clenched tighter on the hot cock as it jerked from the exquisite feeling of her breath.
""Mmmm,"” she mumbled, as two fingers suddenly pushed into her mouth, opening her up wide. Before she could pull away, his fingers were replaced with the rubbery feeling of his hot cock, her lips spread wide to accept the large shaft. She began to struggle, but his hand on her head kept her in place, his hips rising up, forcing more of his cock into her mouth.
""Relax, Jessica. Wrap your hot little lips around my cock. It will fit. Ahhh, yes that feels so good. Your mouth is so hot.""
""You''ve never sucked a cock before, have you, Jessica?"” The Senator laughed. Professor Johnson had missed a wonderful opportunity, an opportunity that he would not pass up.
She continued to struggle, the terrible taste of his cock filling her mouth, leaking drops of cum onto her tongue. It sat there, thick and salty, mixing with her saliva, permeating her mouth. His fingers tightened on her head.
She shook her head. The cock in her mouth sat heavily on her tongue, pushing deeper inside. Her lips ached from being stretched so wide, trying to spit the cock out, while his hand held her head tightly.
""Damn, a virgin mouth. Well, Jessica, we don''t have enough time for me to teach you how to properly suck a cock, so I''m just going to jerk off in your mouth."” He placed one hand on her head holding her in place. He moved her hand off of his cock, bringing both of them to his balls. “"Play with my balls; I''ll stroke my cock.""
She struggled more. He intended to cum, cum in her mouth. Just a few drops had already tasted bad. She was sure that if he dumped a load of cum in her mouth she would vomit. She shook her head back and forth trying to dislodge him.
""Settle down, Jessica!"” he shouted, his hand grabbing her head tight. Her struggles stopped. “"Much better. I made you cum, now you are going to do the same to me. I want you to run your tongue over my cock, especially the head.""
Jessica trembled. He was rough with her, holding her head tightly, forcing more of his cock inside her mouth, her lips stretched like rubber bands as they wrapped tightly around the hot flesh. She puffed through her nose, her mouth stuffed. She had to get this over with. She tentatively ran her tongue over the cock, its head already in the back of her mouth almost gagging her, so she let her tongue curl just under the ridge.
He relaxed his grip when he felt her tongue move about his cock. He pulled his cock out until only the head was slipped past her lips. “"Good girl, Jessica, now run your tongue over the head. Get used to the taste of my cum. You will soon have it overflowing your mouth. You''re going to have to swallow a lot of it to keep from choking to death."” He stroked his cock, his hand banging into her lips occasionally, his passion getting the better of him.
It throbbed as she tongued it. Each time it jerked in her mouth another drop of cum leaked out, her tongue soaking it up, her taste buds overpowered by the thick, salty fluid. Her lips hurt from his knuckles banging into them. Then he pushed his cock further into her mouth. She let her tongue run down the length of it, feeling the large vein down the side, feeling every bump and ridge with her tongue. She felt him pumping quicker, knowing that it would be soon. Soon, he would dump his cum into her mouth.
""You''re going to make such a good cocksucker, Jessica. You just need someone to teach you how to do it right. Your tongue already knows what to do. Keep your tongue fluttering on my cock when I begin to cum. Do a good job and I will feed you a nice load of hot cum,"” he said, laughing at her distress.
She was being treated like a whore, her mouth nothing more than a hole to dump his cum into. But she continued to please him, wanting to get it over with, wanting to get dressed, but still half naked, her breasts pressed into his stomach as she was mouth-fucked. She took hold of his balls, both hands capturing the sac, squeezing gently, forcing the cum from him. His hand gripped her head tightly, his other hand pumping harder and she knew he was ready to cum. This was what she dreaded. Would she be able to swallow his cum? Would he choke her with it?
""Take it, Jessica."” His hand pumped his cock, his jism shooting up from his balls and out the end, her tongue running over the piss slit at the exact moment it shot out."” God, such a tight, hot mouth. Take my cum!""
Jessica choked as the first load shot out into the back of her mouth, some blasting directly down her throat, gagging her. She tried to swallow, difficult to do as her mouth became more and more filled with the heavy fluid. Cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. He pumped again, filling every corner of her mouth with the salty liquid, while her tongue fluttered over his slimy cock head.
He watched her throat swallowing as his cock shot out the second and third load of cum into her sweet mouth. Her fingers coaxed the cum from his balls, her tongue received it, bathing the darting appendage with his cum. She might have not sucked a cock before but she was swallowing his cum like a common street whore. “"Take the rest, swallow the rest of my cum,"” he grunted, pumping harder, emptying the cum from his balls into her young, hot mouth.
He seemed to ejaculate forever. She would swallow and before her mouth was empty, it was filled with another load of cum. She could not get the taste of the salty, thick fluid from her mouth, running out over her lips, thickly coating her tongue. Finally, the cock began to shrink in her mouth, her lips not stretching so far. She felt it jerk as her tongue licked it, at the last remnants of his orgasm. He stroked her face like a good dog rewarded for fetching a stick.
""That was great, Jessica. You did a good job of sucking my cock.""
She started to sit up, looking for her clothes but he pushed her back over onto the seat, down onto her back. “"No, no more.""
""You''re going to have to cum for me one more time, Jessica."” He pushed her arms back up over her head, her breasts rising up. He could see his cum glistening on her lips. His hands reached down to her skirt and began to unzip if from the side. “"Let''s get you out of this. I want you naked this time; I want that tight pussy.""
Could he make her cum again? She raised her hips, her body willingly manipulated again, her skirt shoved down over her hips. Picking it up, the Senator added it to her other clothes. She only had her panties now, her soaked panties. She knew that would not last long.
He grabbed her pussy in his hand, feeling the wet panties. “"Too much cum on these,"” he said, pulling them quickly down her thighs and off her legs. She was now naked before him, his cock already hardening again.
""Can you spread you legs for me, Jessica? Let me see that tight pussy,"” he said, urging her on.
She parted her legs, the thought of being masturbated again exciting her. She didn''t understand it; she couldn''t make herself cum twice, but men could. She felt his hands on her thighs, slipping between her legs to rub the silky flesh, his hand moving up and down, each time getting closer and closer to her pussy. She felt him tap her thighs, urging her legs to spread wider, submissively complying with his command.
""Such a good girl. You want me to make you cum again, don''t you Jessica?"” He waited a moment, then, “"Don''t you, Jessica?"” He paused. “"Answer me.""
""Yes, please,"” she whispered, and when he stayed silent and unmoving she added, so confused at her response, “"Yes, please. I want you to make me cum again.""
The Senator nodded his approval, then instructed, “"Wider now, I want your pussy fully open. Bring your knees up, feet flat on the seat. Then bow your legs out; open up real wide."” He watched her, her knees far apart, her sex opened up for his hands and fingers, her legs spread obscenely.
He clicked on the other reading light, aiming it directly on her spread pussy. He saw the humiliation on her face as her pink pussy was brightly illuminated like a famous picture on the wall of a museum. “"Such a sweet pussy."” It glistened with her juices.
""No, not there,"” she cried out, hearing the clinking of the ice in the bucket again. Once again, her fingers clenched into a fist, fingernails digging painfully into palms, awaiting the pain of the ice on the most intimate part of her body. But she stayed still, her arms over her head, her legs up and spread wide, ready to receive whatever abuse he desired upon her vulnerable body. He moved the iceHe up her thighs, moving higher and higher, leaving a trail of cold wet skin as it moved. The cube melted almost the minute it hit her super-heated sex, pushing between her labia, melting on contact with her hot, inner pussy.
""You''re so hot, Jessica, literally hot,"” he said, grabbing another piece of ice and pushing it directly between her pussy lips, sitting on the opening to her vagina.
It hurt as it hit her sensitive inner pussy, the flesh turning cold instantly. “"God, don''t leave it there, it hurts too much, please, please! Move it around,"” she cried, begging him to abuse her more, unable to do anything else.
He smiled at her request, letting the ice move around her vagina, the cold ice touching every part of her. He let it slide up her pussy slit, his other hand moving up to her clit, pulling back her clit hood to expose the swollen bud.
""God, nooo!"” she cried when she felt her clit exposed to the air. “"Not there!"” In seconds she knew that the ice would hit it. The shock of the pain shot through her entire body.
He pushed the ice up and rubbed it over her clit. Her hips pushed down into her seat, his hand following her movements, unable to escape the terrible burning of the ice on her clit. He rubbed it up and down her slit, each time returning to her exposed clit, scraping the harsh, ragged ice over it.
She moaned loudly, partly in pain as her sex was frozen by the ice, and partly in pleasure as she was masturbated again. He had already used four pieces of ice on her, her pussy melting them almost instantly. When the last piece melted, his hands returned empty-handed.
""Put your legs down and roll over onto your side, Jessica.""
""What are you going to do?"” She panicked, knowing he wanted to push the ice into her anus. Not taking no for an answer, his hands rolled her hips over until her ass was facing him, her head buried in the seat, unable to see what was transpiring behind her. But she could feel him, his hands rubbing over her exposed ass cheeks, his fingers loving the feeling of the silky flesh.
""Reach back and spread your cheeks for me. Show me your tiny asshole,"” he ordered her. He wanted her to humiliate herself, open up herself to him.
And she did. She reached back, her hands sliding down to the cleft in her ass, slowly pulling back her cheeks until she could feel them taut. Her anus spasmed as it was spread open by her own fingers.
""Good girl, now keep yourself open."” He reached into the ice bucket again, extracting a large cube from the bottom. He let it rest on the top of her split, watching as the cold water run down her crack and dripped sensuously over her exposed anus. The cold temperature of the water made her anus tighten in response. He moved the ice lower, watching the goose bumps appear on her ass.
She felt the ice touch her fingers and then touch her anus, the shock of the cold forcing the tiny opening to clench and unclench as the ice ran over the tiny hole. He was pushing in, her anus having to spread open, grabbing painfully around the rough edges of ice. Her anus swallowed the ice, the heat in her rectum melting it instantly. She heard the clanking of the ice bucket and knew he was returning with more.
This time he had three pieces, each one long and tapered. He pushed the first against her anus, the tiny hole slowly spreading to accept the ice. He pushed with his finger, following the ice as it journeyed up into her rectum, her sphincter grabbing onto the digit. He pulled out, and another piece was shoved up against her asshole, her body trembling from the cold as more ice was pushed inside her, fingers forcing them deeper and deeper. He watched her anus close on the last piece, the tiny bud red from the cold, glistening with the water of the rapidly melting ice.
""Don''t put any more in, please,"” she begged, “"I''m stuffed already, and it burns!""
""Turn over again and spread your legs like before. It''s time for you to cum again,"” he ordered her. She eagerly complied, anything being better than having your asshole crammed with freezing ice. “"Good girl. I have to taste that sweet pussy!""
""Yes, yes!"” she cried out. He had forced her to suck his cock; why not let him reciprocate? The thought of his tongue on her pussy sent shivers through her body. She spread her legs wider, arching her ass up from the seat, eagerly awaiting his tongue. She knew how she must look, but she didn''t care any longer. She wanted to cum again.
She didn''t have to wait long. The Senator''s cock was already hardening again, the smell of her aroused pussy exciting him. He had to taste her juices, feel her explode on his tongue. He moved over onto her seat, sliding down the seat until his head was between her widely spaced thighs. He inhaled deeply, his nose quickly filled with the strong scent of her arousal. He let his tongue slowly run up and down her inner thighs, each time moving higher and higher to her waiting pussy.
God, she couldn''t wait much longer. The stubble on his face rubbed harshly over her the tender skin of her silky inner thighs, her body trembling each time he moved close to her pussy, disappointed as she felt his tongue move back down again. She arched her hips up higher, giving him complete access to the flat plane of her sex. She couldn''t wait any longer, and her hands reached down to his head. “"Stick your tongue in my—"” she ordered him. She quickly remembered who he was and what she was requesting. “"Please, please.""
The Senator was quickly taken aback by her sudden dominant behavior. He knew that she was sexually aroused, unable to wait any longer. He knew that she would cum almost instantly when he touched her.
""Raise your pussy up to my tongue if you want me to eat you, Jessica.""
She did not hesitate, pushing her pussy onto his waiting tongue. He let his tongue hit her superheated pussy, lapping up and down her pussy lips, his fingers pulling them back, exposing her to his rough tongue. He moved up to her clit, his tongue pushing back the clit hood and touching her sensitive and aroused clit.
She mashed her pussy into his face the second his tongue hit her clit. “"God!"” she moaned, trying to muffle her scream of ecstasy as she came. She grabbed his head tightly, pushing it up and down, forcing him to service her pussy with his tongue.
The Senator''s face was instantly covered with her juices, his lips wet with her cum as she exploded on his tongue and mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapping at the aroused bud as her body shuddered, waves of orgasms shaking her body. He cupped her ass, pulling her onto his tongue as she slumped back onto the seat, her body racked with the pleasure of his tongue. He released her clit, letting his tongue slowly and lightly run up and down her slit, soaking up the sweet taste of her cum.
She slumped down, exhausted from the second orgasm, her body limp, unable to stop the Senator who continued to run his tongue over her pussy. She was embarrassed, having cum so quickly and how she had demanded satisfaction from the Senator, forcing his head between her thighs. “"I''m sorry, Sir,"” she blurted out. “"I''m not usually that way."” She tried to sit up, but the Senator''s hands pushed her back down.
""I''m not finished with you yet, Jessica. I want to taste your delicious body. Lay back and let your fingers reach down and spread your pussy lips open for my tongue again.""
She let her fingers reach down to her pussy lips, even surprised herself at how wet she was, her fingers quickly becoming slick as she pulled back her pussy lips. She felt his tongue continue to run up and down her pussy slit, the rough tongue tender on her exposed inner pussy flesh.
""Gently,"” she begged, knowing that she could not stop him from having his way with her body, ashamed at how she had treated him. She raised her ass up as she felt his hard tongue push against her vagina, attempting to force its way inside her body.
The Senator used the opportunity of her upraised ass to let his fingers play under her it, running up and down her crack, feeling her body shake as he slowly let a finger play over her tiny anus.
She felt the finger on her hole, and let her body sink back down to the seat, hoping to keep the offending digit from it. She cried out as she felt the fat finger slowly opening her, the tip forced in by her own weight. She arched up again, driving his tongue back into her speared vaginal opening, her fingers still keeping her pussy spread for his tongue.
He let her rock her body back and forth on his tongue and finger, her hips jerking unable to stop his further ravishment of her body. “"Grab your legs and pull them up high,"” he ordered her.
She complied, partially glad that she no longer had to hold herself open for him, her body unable to stop rocking back and forth, trapped between his tongue and finger. She pulled her legs back, feeling her ass rising up from the seat.
""Higher, I know you can pull them up higher, Jessica."” He waited until she complied, her back now only supported on the seat, her ass rolled up beneath her. “"Good girl, Jessica. Now hold them up for me.""
She was now so completely exposed. Not only her pussy, but her anus was now defenseless and what she feared most. And she had every reason be fearful as she instantly felt the hot, moist tongue slowly slide backwards along her pussy lips. She knew she would soon feel it on her anus and that humiliated her. It was such an intimate opening, not what she had ever even considered sexual until she the Professor had his way with her. And a tongue, no less. What would it taste like? How could he even fathom licking her back there? “"No, not back there, it''s dirty,"” she mumbled, but his tongue continued its exploration, moving higher now.
The Senator loved to tongue girls on their anus, even delighting in sticking his tongue inside their rectum, feeling them fight to push it out, humiliated by having to keep their body spread open for his rimming of their asshole. And Jessica was no exception, her legs pulled up high, unwilling to prevent him from having his way.
""No!"” She felt his tongue hit her anus, the wet, rough tongue sending her tiny hole dancing in response, clenching open and closed at the strange sensation. His fingers returned to her pussy, pulling apart her lips as fingers played up and down the slit, moving over her clit, masturbating her again. Her body jerked, her anus pulling inward, her sphincter clenching tight in response to the rude fondling of the tiny nerves circling her puckered hole.
The Senator tasted the murky, tart hole, his tongue moving round and round the opening before finally centering on it, his tongue curled up into a rigid piece of flesh. He pushed in, feeling her body fight the strange intrusion, her ass cheeks clenching. He pinched her clit hard.
""OW!"” she cried out in pain when his fingers bit into her clit.
As her body shifted to defend her pussy, she relaxed long enough for the Senator to push his rigid tongue into her anus, sliding inside her hot rectum, her sphincter finally gripping onto the hard tongue.
""Oh, God."” Her anus felt strange as it was slowly opened up from the outside, his tongue trapped inside her rectum, moving around like a snake, touching parts of her body that were not meant to be caressed with a tongue. The finger returned to her clit, this time more gently, rubbing the piece of flesh, masturbating her again.
He fought to keep his tongue inside, but her sphincter was so strong, trying to push it out of her rectum. His fingers were busy with her pussy, sliding up and down her slit, two fingers entering her, sliding inside the soaked walls, finger-fucking her. His other finger continued to thump back and forth over her clit, trying to revive her arousal, feeling it get harder and harder as his fingertip flicked at it.
She began to respond again, her anus unaccustomed to having something inside it, especially a tongue. It had been bad enough when she was fingered back there, but to have a tongue in such a private place was both embarrassing and humiliating. She was aroused again, her pussy and sphincter both clenching on the fingers and tongue masturbating her. The finger snapped painfully on her swelling clit, back and forth at a monotonous pace, her clit swelling, giving the fingertips a better target.
The pain mixed with the pleasure, creating a masochistic feeling that permeated her body. She imagined how she looked—naked on an airplane, her arms pulling her legs up, her pussy and anus exposed to him; the Senator between her thighs, his tongue pushed tightly inside her rectum and moving around as his fingers masturbated her. The image made her cum, and her body shook, her pussy and rectum relaxing, the fingers and tongue driving deeper into her body, ripping an orgasm from her body for the third time. The first shudder that ran through her body was more intense than the aftershocks, her body responding to the rimming of her asshole. Each burst diminished, her body no longer able to respond, exhausted from coming three times in such a short period.
The Senator enjoyed the way her body responded. He would have loved to make her ride his cock with her hot, tight pussy. Maybe at the Carnival he would have a chance to encase his hard cock inside her pussy, feeling it wrap around his cock in pleasure. He felt her body relax, knowing that she had no more strength in her, her body racked by the multiple orgasms he had extracted from her.
He sat up, his fingers stroking her face, knowing she could smell her own juices on his fingers. “"You have such a hot body, Jessica. You are going to have so much fun in Haiti. I think you are going to cum a lot,"” he laughed.
The flight attendants heard the commotion. “"Here''s your half of the $200 he gave me to give her that story. It works every time. I''m not sure if he takes these flights to go somewhere or just to get laid,"” she laughed as she handed her partner a $100 bill.
Jessica managed to get dressed, excusing herself to freshen up in the lavatory. When she returned, the Senator acted as if nothing had happened. The evidence was missing, the flight attendant having removed the ice and champagne.
""I hope you enjoyed yourself, Jessica. I know I did. Maybe we will meet again at Michael''s party.""
There was still over two hours to their destination. Jessica was actually able to close her eyes without fear of the Senator arousing her again. When they arrived at the airport, the Senator was escorted out, while Jessica had to wait with the others to pass through customs.
""Now be careful in customs, Jessica,"” the flight attendant warned her. “"This isn''t the United States. They do things a lot differently here and most of the military and police are corrupt. Just don''t piss them off.""