0 comments/ 65414 views/ 4 favorites Airport Ch. 01 By: Force_Me_Please (This is the 'story' part and the proper full-on sex will be in chapter two. I will add that at a later date) Reece Wall was one of the youngest security officers at the Airport, but he'd been working there for five years, since he was eighteen. He was now twenty-three and a rather tall and domineering presence at 6ft3 in his standard security guard uniform. It was dark blue, tight and fitting, but loose enough to allow him to run at a fast speed without the clothes being uncomfortable. What Reece liked most about his outfit were the pair of handcuffs attached to his belt and his gun. That was a result of the 9/11 disasters, which tightened airport security worldwide and earned UK airport guards weapons. Of course, he wasn't meant to use it in exceptional circumstances, and so far he hadn't, but having it there made him and everyone else feel safer. It also made him look like a more formidable character. Reece patrolled the arrivals area, looking around at the various people just coming back from their holiday destinations worldwide.Then his eyes fell on an attractive woman, standing alone, waiting for her suitcase. She was about 5ft4, nearly a whole foot shorter than him. She had gorgeous dark red hair that fell in delightful tight curls, framing her pale face. A dash of cute freckles covered her nose. She was wearing thick-framed glasses, the popular variety. He felt his cock harden slightly in his trousers at the mere sight of her. The woman was probably in her late twenties, older than him, he was certain. She had a slim, slight frame. Rather boyish, with small breasts and narrow hips. He liked the colour of her skin, which was so light it was like cream. It looked soft to the touch. He wanted to grab her and caress her skin and run his hands through her hair. Waiting over by the suitcase collection area, Lyndsey Warner was growing tired of waiting. She'd been told that the suitcases for her flight were going to be delayed because of some problem occuring whilst getting them from the plane to here. She sighed and swung her red handbag, irritated. She wasn't a supremely patient person and didn't like being made to wait. The twenty-nine year old had just got back from her holiday to Italy and she wanted to return home now. Lyndsey rested her weight on one leg as she stretched the other out in an annoyed stance, whilst swinging her handbag. "Shit!" She swore quietly as she dropped it on the floor accidentally, allowing several things to fall out of it. She did not notice the security guard walk over to her until she had bent down to pick up her handbag and saw someone stand in front of her. She didn't straightened up but looked up instead and noticed it was a tall, uniformed security guard. In her crouched position, Lyndsey's head was quite close to this tall man's crotch. She blushed and stood up, forgetting that her handbag was still on the floor as were it's spilled contents. The security guard smiled at her and bent down. He picked up her bag and started putting things inside it. She saw his hands tighten around her tampons and she blushed, averting her gaze. Once she looked back, he'd put the tampons, lipstick, compact mirror, wallet, passport and pen back inside her bag. The man stood up and handed back her handbag. "Thank you." She replied, taking the bag from him and briefly checking the contents. "You're welcome." He said. "I'm here to ask though, is your name Lyndsey Warner?" Reece had memorised the name when he'd peeked inside her passport, in order to make the act more believable. "Yes." Lyndsey replied, a little worried that a security guard was asking about her name. Maybe something was wrong? Maybe she was in trouble? Lyndsey swallowed thickly, casting her eyes down. "Are you waiting for your suitcase?" Reece asked, as his eyes gazed up and down Lyndsey's body. He felt his cock harden again slightly as he imagined all the things he could to to her. "I am, yes. Is there something wrong? Is it here yet?" Lyndsey asked, nodding nervously. She saw the young man glance up and down her body and she bit her lip, a little embarressed at his openess but she didn't dare comment. "It's here. We got a report that it was flagged for suspicious substance. You'll have to come with me." Reece said, grabbing Lyndsey's arm rather forcefully and looking at her to see if she'd comply or if he'd actually have to be more forceful. She jumped slightly when he grabbed her arm, before nodding. "Of course, sorry." She mumbled, embarrassed that she had jumped. She tried hard to not look suspicious since she knew she hadn't done anything wrong and that compliance would be the key to them realising that. Reece slowly turned them both around and he strode across the room, leading her behind him. They left the public section of the airport and travelled down some corridors before reaching one of the holding rooms where security guards were legally able to interrogate suspect passengers. Reece unlocked the door and put his hand on the small of Lyndsey's back, part guiding and part pushing her inside. Nervously, Lyndsey stepped into the room as butterflies flooded her stomach. Suddenly, she was shoved into a chair by Reece and he started to circle her, silently, like a predator eyeing up it's prey. Lyndsey nervously waited, scared, for something to happen. She crossed her legs and began to fiddle her hands in her lap. She kept her head bowed as he circled her, not looking at him. "So, what was in that suitcase of yours?" Reece finally asked, wanting to make her believe him about the possibility that she might be in trouble for sneaking something into the country. "Everything from my holiday." Lyndsay replied, honestly. "It's got my clothes, my shoes, my books, my souveniers. That's it really." she paused, biting her lip. "Am I in trouble?" "You certainly are. You're in trouble for lying to a federal office. So, how about you tell me exactly what was in that suitcase?" He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and noticed her eyes widen. "I'm not lying!" She exclaimed. "That is what is in there; my clothes, my books, my souvineers. Nothing else!" Suddenly, Reece grabbed one of Lyndsay's wrists and snapped the handcuff around it, leaving it unattached. "What clothes are in there?" he asked, moving her arm over the table towards the leg, which is bolted down to the floor. Terrified, Lyndsay doesn't try to yank her arm back but allows Reece to place the handcuff on her and pull her up and over the desk so that her hand was near the leg of the table she was now slightly leaving over. "My clothes..." she paused as she tried to remember. Closing her eyes, she listed what was in her suitcase. "A pair of jeans, a white skirt, a black skirt, two dresses, flip flops, sandals, trainers, black trousers, white top, two black ones, a green top, a blue one, a black jacket, all my underwear and two bikinis." She replied, sighing once the list was complete. She heard the sound of metal bang against metal and opened her eyes. Reece had attached the handcuff to the leg of the table, securing one of her arms in place. "And what did these underwear and bikinis look like?" he asked, bringing his head down beside hers and whispering in her ear as he pulled out his second pair of handcuffs. "Uhh....like normal." Lyndsay replied, both surprised and embarrassed by the question. "Black bikini and white bikini. I'm not going into detail on my underwear though, which is just normal." Reece clasped the other pair of handcuffs to Lyndsay's wrist and held her arm up in the air, above her head. "You will go into detail right now!!" he yelled, jerking her arm across the table and attaching it to the other leg of the table, causing her to bend over the desk completely. "But why?" she whined, upset. She pulled on the handcuffs but couldn't move. "It's private. It's my underwear we're discussing and I don't want to discuss it with a man!" "Then I'll just hold you here, like this, until the main interrogator gets here and he is much less willing to put up with non-answers then I am." Reece replied. "What do you mean he is less willing?" Lyndsay asked, terrified. "I'm just refusing to tell you about my underwear. There's nothing wrong with that. It's not like I have drugs in my suitcase! I'm innocent and have done nothing wrong. Just let me go, please?!" Slowly, Reece walked around the table so he stood in front of it, facing Lyndsay. He squatted down, looking directly at her. "If you don't tell me, he will beat the information out of you." he said calmly. "Now tell me!!" He yelled, suddenly slapping Lyndsay hard across the face. Loudly, Lyndsay yelped. "Ouch! That hurt!" she hissed. "You're not actually allowed to hit people and neither is that other guy." she replied angrily. Reece reached forward and wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing it. "You sure about that?" he asked threateningly. "Now, tell me about your underwear." he ordered. Lyndsay sighed and Reece removed his hand. "I've got two black bras. Two white bras. A red bras. I've got matching underwear for them all. White thong, white french knickers. Same in black. A red thong." tears of humiliation sprung to her eyes. "Please let me go." she pleaded. "What are you wearing today?" Reece asked, standing up and walking back around to stand behind Lyndsay. He bent over and breathed in the scent of her perfume and shampoo, smiling maliciously to himself. "Do you mean what underwear I'm wearing right now?" Lyndsay asked as her body tensed from sensing him behind her. "Yes. What underwear are you wearing right now?" he asked, his mouth barely centimetres from her ear. A shiver ran down Lyndsay's spine, from a mix of fear and a twinge of arousal. "I don't want to tell you. Please let me go." she pleaded. "Either you tell me or I'll be forced to find out for myself. Do you want that to happen?" Reece asked, grinning. "No!!" Lyndsay shrieked. "They're black. More black. A black bra and black knickers. Please stop this!" "I see." Suddenly, Lyndsay felt a pair of warm hands on her thighs. She shrieked and her whole body tensed. "No, stop!" she cried out but instead the hands rose higher. Eventually they reached her skirt and start to push it upwards. Lyndsay's legs trembled and her body shook as her skirt was pulled up, over her ass, revealing her knickers. Next, she felt his hands pulling them down and she screamed. "No-one can hear you, you know." Reece replied calmly, not stopping his task. Her knickers reached her ankles and he stood back, looking down at her arse and the glimpse of cunt he could see underneath. Lyndsay cried, knowing he was truthful. Suddenly, she felt him bring down his hand and slap it against her arse cheek. "Ouch!" she cried out in pain. "Stop!" She sighed with relief when she didn't feel him strike her again, however, when she felt his hands suddenly grab her breasts she screamed. "Get off me!" She shouted, trying to kick back out at him. She pulled against the handcuffs but couldn't get out of them, as intended. "How about no." Reece replied, laughing at the older woman bent across the table before him, naked from the hips down. "Instead, how about you and I have some fun?" (to be continued) Airport Ch. 01 My name is Jessica. I have been out of college for three years and working for a marketing firm. I travel a lot for my work. This is a story of one of my business trips where i was held up at the airport for a couple hours. I was waiting for my flight when the announcer came online and informed us that the flight was going to be delayed by two hours. I was exhausted from the whole week of work and was ready to go home. My ipod was almost out of juice and I did not have the charger with me. What a bum luck. I saw an older gentleman sitting near a wall socket using his computer and charging his ipod. He looked very respectable in his business suit. He must have been in his late 50's but, for his age, he looked good. I am 5.6 about 125 lbs, straight cut, light brown-golden-ish hair that reach my shoulders. I have 36 D which are pretty sensitive to touch or even a gentle rub. I am totally shaved down there and I love, absolutely love it clean shaven. My lips are sensitive and at the slightest touch or even a naughty thought they become puffy, engorged, swollen and wet. The shaving part is something that my college roommate turned me on to during my junior year. Ever since I had that discussion with her about girls shaving their front and their butt totally and, later on, when she showed me what it looked like and how it is done, I keep both my pussy and my ass area waxed. I absolutely love the feeling of silk panties or silk nighties against my bare skin. Back to the airport scene. I was wearing a black skirt low cut from the top and which fell above my knees and it had a small 2" cut on either side. I had a pair of white lacy panties on. Very classy. I was wearing a white button down silk shirt not tucked inside my skirt and I had a white bra on. Anyway, if I was going to be stuck at the airport for another two hours, I would die without my ipod. So I walked up to this gentleman, gave him a nice big smile and asked if I could use his cord to charge my ipod. He said yes and said he can do one better. He pulled out a portable extension strip and I took the seat next to him and plugged in my laptop and my ipod. His smile was very nice and I guess he liked my smile too because he kept returning my smile back with even bigger smile. After a few minutes of typical chit-chat of 'where you off to' and 'who do you work for' we fell silent for a few minutes. He went back to working on his computer and I started listening to music on my ipod. A couple minutes later his cell phone rang. I don't know why but I quickly hit the pause button on my ipod. Was I curious? Yes - but why I didn't know. I have never been this spontaneous specially with total strangers. The telephone conversation was very interesting to say the least. I heard him say: "Hi sweetie, how are you darling?" "Miss you too honey we don't get to talk as often as we used to. Now that your graduated and working for a big firm like a big girl, who cares about this old man." He laugh "Well darling your boss is a jerk. You are smart, sweet, charming, good looking and very level headed. You have turned that place around in less than a year honey. He is a fool for not recognizing your talents." "So why don't you join my firm and be part of our marketing team. We can use a highly energetic fire-cracker girl like yourself. How about if I arrange so you get a 10% pay raise? "Well think about it sweetie and I will see you in a couple days and you can let me know if you want to come work for your old man." "Okay baby girl, take care sweetheart and I will see you soon. Love you sweetie. Bye" He caught me looking in his direction but I had a zoned out look on my face. He probably didn't realize that I heard the whole conversation but I am sure he picked up on the fact that I saw he was on the phone. About 30 seconds later I smiled big and asked: Me: "So who was that your girlfriend? He smiled back and said: Him: "No that was my daughter. She is probably a couple years younger than you." Me: "You two close?" Him: "She is my favorite girl" *Smile* "She is having boss issues" *Smile* Me: "Well she is lucky to have a daddy ...................... like you" Him: "So are you and your dad close too?" Me: "A ... no .... my dad died two years ago. We were never close." Him: "I am so sorry to hear that. It must be hard not having a daddy around" Before I could control myself, I said: Me: "Well yes that is true. I don't have a father but I am sure I will find a daddy one of these days" He kind of looked at me with deep eyes, gave me a big smile but didn't say anything. I returned his smile with one of my own killer smiles and then we went back to doing our thing. Even though I was listening to the music my mind was replaying his conversation with his daughter. How sweet was it the way he was talking to her. Gosh, there was so much love in his voice. I wonder if she called him 'daddy' or something like that. While I was busy in my thoughts my eyes rolled over in his direction and I caught him looking at me. We both smiled at each other and went back to doing our thing again. A minute later I tried to look from the corner of my eyes and I found him looking at me again. His eyes were slowly and discretely moving from my face to my chest to my legs and back up to my face. He had a very interesting glow on his face - as if he had seen the holly grail. I checked up on him a couple times after that and caught him starring at me just the same way. To save him the embarrassment of getting caught by me while starring or by somebody else, I slowly turned and started talking to him. I asked him more about his work and talked about my work. I asked him if he ever been a mentor to junior level managers and I was happy to hear that he has been one. I asked him if he would be willing to mentor one more person and he indicated that he would be more than happy to. Since our offices were no more than 30 minutes apart it would be very convenient to meet up for lunch or drinks after work. So we exchanged business cards and decided to send each other emails when we got back home. I had a real good feeling about this man. However I could not get my mind away from the conversation I heard and how he was checking me out. It was making me feel all warm and happy. Then I did something I have never done before but only read it in online stories. I got up and asked him to watch my stuff and that I will be right back. I went to the ladies room and un-buttoned top two of my shirt buttons, just enough that the upper part of my lacy white bra and my 34 D cleavage would show. I felt so naughty doing that. While I looked myself in the mirror, a voice inside my head said 'You are smart, sweet, charming, good looking baby girl.' I smiled at my view and went back to my seat. I walked right up to my seat and pretended to be doing something with my ipod connection while softly bent forward, standing at a slight angle from him. So it did not look that I was deliberately showing myself yet making sure that he get a good view. At first I was nervous and did not look up. After 30 seconds I rolled my eyes up and caught him starring at my large milky cleavage and my sexy french lacy bra. I was all happy inside and went back to fiddling with my ipod connection. I wanted to let him know that I have caught him starring at my breasts and that I am okay with it. So another 30 seconds later I lifted my head slightly up and caught him looking at my breasts. As soon as our eyes met he looked away. He seemed nervous. After a few seconds he looked in my direction and I was still holding my pose of bent forward, showing him my cleavage and I had a big naughty grin on my face. He relaxed a bit and gave me a big smile. He asked me if there is anything wrong with my ipod and I said no nothing is wrong. I continued to fiddle with my ipod and he continued to look at my gorgeous breasts and my bra and my hot body. After a few minutes, I sat back down in my chair next to him. However this time I know he had a clear shot of looking at my heaving breasts from the side. He could probably see a quarter of my breast and my lacy bra. For the next 5 minutes I caught him several times looking towards me. I was feeling very naughty and very happy that things were going so well. Several times I gave him my best smiles and he responded with slight nervousness and with smiles. A few minutes later, I decided to take this one step further. So I excused myself and said I will be right back. He looked a bit sad. Perhaps he thought that I did not appreciate him starring at my breasts like this and was going back to button my shirt up. Little did he know my secret. I went back into the ladies room and this time I pulled my skirt down about an inch. I also made sure that my short white silky top was not tucked in from anywhere. I then stood in front of the mirror and turned around facing my back to the mirror. I lifted both of my hands up. I noticed that when I did that the top of my small of my back was nicely visible and the top of my panties could be seen to a keen eye. Damn, I turned myself on by looking at my own butt. I smiled to myself and started walking back to my seat. I realized that I did not button my shirt up. Gosh I am becoming a very naughty girl. When I reached my seat, I quickly bent forward in front of him so he can see that I liked him starring at my breasts and that I did not button my shirt up. I quickly checked that my ipod was still charging. I then pretended to look for something in my computer roll-on bag and I turned around got on my one knee, bent over and started playing with things in my bag. I know if he looked in my direction he would be able to see the small of my back and my white lacy panty top. I am also very sure that he would be checking out the curve smooth roundness of my sexy ass. I moved my hand around in my bag making my butt move and sway just oh so gently. For a second I turned my head around and caught him starring at my ass. I smiled and went back to playing with my bag for a few more seconds. I repeated the 'checking him out' motion a couple times until he figured out that I have caught him playing the peep show with me. We both smiled at each other and looked at each other's eyes. I was in heat. I did not know what to do about it and I certainly wanted to make sure that I play it cool so I can see him more often as my mentor once we return home. The naughty devil took over me and I got up, turned around, leaned into him so as my breasts were very close to him. My mouth was a few inches away from his ear when I whispered to him and 'I will be right back in a few minutes if he would not mind watching my stuff again' He gulped a big nod and watched me as I wiggled my butt away from him, walking towards the ladies room again. I had a different plan this time. I went into one of the stalls and locked myself up. I lifted my skirt up over my waist and slid my panties around my ankles. I put the toilet seat cover down and sat on it spreading my legs wide. I could feel the moisture seeping through between my legs. I put one hand on my heaving breasts and touched my steaming hot pussy with the other hand. I slowly started to rub my clit and massaging and rubbing my swollen pussy lips. With my gentle touch my pussy lips became very engorged soft wet and puffy. I closed my eyes, thought about my new potential daddy and felt my nipple through my shirt and slid a finger inside my sopping wet pussy. It went in rather easily as it was so wet already. In a matter of a few seconds I had two of my fingers moving in and out of my hungry pussy and my thumb was rubbing my hard clit. This position was not comfortable so I turned around and put my knees on top of the toilet cover. I was facing the wall. So I was kinda doggie style on top of the toilet seat cover. with one hand holding myself against the wall and the other hand shoved inside my pussy I started finger fucking my horny pussy and in a few seconds I shuddered and came. It was such an intense orgasm that it took me nearly two minutes to regain my sense. I had a big smile one my face. It was the best cum I have had in a long time. I slowly got up, turned around and slid my panties back up covering my wet pussy. I put my skirt down, readjusted my shirt so my cleavage was showing again and readjusted my skirt so the small of my back was showing as well. I reached out to turn the faucet on so I could watch my hands but a very dirty thought came to me. I did not wash my fingers and walked back to my seat. I stood in front of this man and asked him if the flight was further delayed. Before he could answer it I leaned forward into him again and pretended to look at his cheek. I then moved my cummy fingers close to his left cheek and pretended to pick up a broken eye lash. I took my time making sure that he could smell what was on my fingers. I noticed a gulp and a quiet jump he made in his seat when I think he figured out what he was smelling. After almost 30 seconds of letting this nice daddy man smell my pussy cum covered fingers I removed my hand, kissed the man on his cheek and sat back down in my own chair. For the next five minutes he had a dumbstruck look on his face and I had a big fat smile on mine. I turned around and asked him: "What is your seat number?" "Its 34B what is yours" "Its 20C. That is kinda far from 34B right?" "Yes it is kinda far." I could see the sadness in his eyes. I got up, gave him a big smile and walked over to the counter. After almost 15 minutes of talking to the attendant I returned very proud of myself. I told the man that I was now sitting in 36C. He seemed shocked but did not say anything. He then smiled and told me that 36 is a good row. After we boarded the five hour flight to Chicago started. All lights were out and most of the people were asleep. What happens next I guess will be covered in the next chapter. Airport Ch. 02 Once the flight has reached its level altitude, all the lights were out, with the exception of a couple reading lights, I decided to continue on with my teasing. I turned around a couple times to look at him and catch his attention. Once I got it I smiled at him a couple times. It was the best smile I could send his way letting him know that I did not have the purest of intensions in my mind. A few minutes later I got up and turned around. My movement got his attention and he looked up in just enough time to see me give him the most naughty winks ever. I paused for a few more seconds, gave him a couple more smiles and started walking towards the back of the plane. I was walking slowly. I did not have a plan but wanted him to following me. I don't know what I was going to do when he followed but that would come later. I reached the back of the plane and noticed that one flight attendant was dozing off and other was reading. I paused and tilted my head back just enough to notice that he was following me. I started breathing heavy. I turned around and gave him a smile hoping that he would see it in the dark. The flight attendant noticed what I was doing and became curious. I waited for a few more seconds and walked into the lavatory. I shut the door but did not lock it. I was breathing heavy and very fast. I was very nervous. I was hoping to meet him in the back of the plane and kiss him but don't know why I ran into the lavatory. My next thought was interrupted when the bathroom door was slowly opened. He opened the door; we looked at each other for a few seconds and smiled. He seemed nervous and tested to see what I would do by leaning forward. I quickly moved myself back and climbed on top of the toilet seat and kneeled down. He got the hint and quickly came into the bathroom and closed the door and locked it. We stood there for a few seconds just looking at each other. My heart was beating fast. My cleavage was heaving in front of him. I was feeling all wet between my legs. I didn't know what would happen next. Being the man that he is, he slowly moved closer to me and started kissing me on the lips. Gently at first then I felt his tongue touch my teeth. We kissed for a minute or so, his hands feeling up my arm and my shoulders and my face and my hair. My hands explored his broad muscles and his rugged daddy face. God this man was making my pussy melt. My hands quickly grabbed his cock from his pants and I started to massage it. It started growing pretty fast and I was impressed how thick it felt. It didn't feel that big but it was thick as a base ball bat handle. I felt his hands caress my butt. He slid his hand under my loose shirt and under my skirt and grabbed my panty-covered butt. His other hand was exploring my large breasts. I had started stroking his cock with one and grabbing onto his butt with the other. As we kissed deeper I started to unbutton and unzip his pants. I needed to feel a man's cock in my hand right now. Once his pants were around his legs and his boxers were down too I started playing with his cock. My hands traveled down to his balls and I got shocked. He was shaved bare. This man was shaved like a porn star. The other shocking thing was that his shaved balls were huge. How can a man have a normal 6" long penis with thickness the size of my wrists and balls so big that one could barely fit in one hand. Oh this was going to be fun. I loved feeling his hands going up and down the crack of my ass inside my skirt. I felt him free my breasts from my bra and started to suck on my nipples. He sucked licked and scratched his teeth against my hard nipples and drove me crazy. I was stroking his fat cock and bumping its thick mushroom-like head against my pussy. I did not want him to stop rubbing my crack so I kept gyrating my ass to feel him against my ass better. Such a sexy feeling it was. He finally whispered in my ear and told me to stand up on the toilet seat. I slowly did so I won't fall down. My crotch was now in line with his mouth. I knew what he wanted to do. Daddy wanted to taste his baby girl's pussy. He did not waste time and pulled my skirt up, slid my panties down and shoved his tongue on my clit hard. He sucked, chewed, nibbled and blew into my clit over and over again until I had several tiny orgasms. Then he shoved his tongue in my pussy. Because there was no room for me to spread my legs, my legs were closed and my pussy lips were tight and close together. Having his meaty wet tongue shove inside my pussy in this manner made me shiver and I came again in gushes. I could see his face was all wet with my sexy baby girl pussy cream. He could not get enough of my cunt so he tongue fucked me and chewed on my clit and made me cum. His one hand would not stop sliding up and down the crack of my ass, which was driving me crazy. I had to shove a collar of my top into my mouth to keep me from screaming out loud. It must have been for a good 15 minutes that this man tongue fucked me real good. I could not believe this dirty ol' man though. He insisted on poking my butt with his finger and every time I push by ass back to take his finger he could shove his tongue deeper into my pussy as if that was possible. He finally stopped teasing me and pressed his finger into my butt. When I pushed back he simply let his entire finger slide inside my tight little butt hole. I put my fingers in his soft hair and pulled his face into my pussy deeper. I almost passed out from the intensity of this stranger man tongue fucking the day lights out of me with his thick finger moving in and out of my virgin ass hole. I was always curious about anal play but never in my life would have thought that my first time would be with a stranger on an airplane. The feeling was strange and yet very good. It was such an intense feeling to have a finger up my anus that I finally bucked, whimpered and came. My pussy juices were all over his face and he was lapping them up real good. I felt weak in my knees but felt so good. After a few minutes of remaining quiet and catching our breaths, we both looked at each other and smiled. He helped me down slowly. Instead of standing in front of him I sat down on the toilet seat (closed) and was face to face with his crotch. His thick cock was in front of me and looked like he needed a relief. His mushroom-like huge knob was almost purple and his thick cock was veiny and pulsating. His large heavy balls were huge and hanging like large bags of golf balls. This old man was well hung and large and very horny and this dirty girl was horny for his cock. As I cupped his large balls with one hand, I put my other hand on his butt and took his entire thick cock in my mouth. Since he was only 6" long but thick as hell I could feel the tip of his cock in the back of my throat but my mouth was stretched wide to accommodate his fat huge daddy cock. I sucked him hard, I squeezed and massaged his huge balls and, only fair, I returned the favor by sliding my finger up and down the crack of his ass. That is when I was totally surprised. His ass crack and butt cheeks were totally shaved. This daddy was a dirty sexy ol' man and I fell in love with this daddy. I was in heaven. The feeling and smell and taste of his cock were incredible. The feeling of his anal ring around my finger was amazing and how his ass hole responded to my probing was very exciting. I kept on massaging and kneading his balls and bobbing my head on his fat cock. A few minutes later I felt him stand tiptoe. A few seconds later I felt his hands grab my head and caress my hair. I felt his hands hold my hand by my two sides just above the ear and start to gyrate his whole pelvic area making him fuck my mouth with his cock. I have never felt anything like that. It felt like my mouth was a horny pussy that was being fucked by a meaty cock. I started doing things with my tongue and my mouth that I never thought I knew how to and in a few more seconds I felt spurts and spurts of thick white creamy cum hit the insides of my mouth and my throat. He came for almost a minute and ended jerking himself several times to make sure that all of his juicy cum got dumped into my mouth. We finally broke our bond, kissed for several more minutes and stood there masturbating each other. We knew there was not enough room to actually fuck so we did the next best thing. The next 10 minutes were spent in me stroking his cock and his balls and fingering his ass hole and him bumping his cock against my pussy and fingering my ass hole while sucking on my nipples or kissing my lips. Finally I came one more time and felt my pussy juices drip down my thighs. A few seconds later he spurt another gob of cum hitting me directly on my pussy and my belly. A few minutes later we kissed and smiled at each other. This daddy then took a few napkins, doused them with hot water and cleaned his baby girl nicely. We both did not say a word but got dressed and left the lavatory. I was so exhausted that I spent the rest of the flight sleeping and I am sure I had a big broad smile on my face.