The Right fit for the Task - Part 4

‘I was beginning to wonder if you were going to stay in there all night or just whack off then 

make up some lame excuse about being too tired or something,’ Joanne Childs purred from the bed with the

voice of a tigress and the coiled form of a serpent.  ‘I promise to go easy, after all what could be easier than

this,’ she hummed, while crawling to the edge of the bed, opening her mouth and tenderly pushing her lips

around his head.  He swelled nearly instantly to her feather embrace, she loved the thrill and the control it

gave her over him, all with the simplest of touches.  She now commanded him and to insure further control

she pulled back slightly from the edge taking a more than willing target with her, he carefully kneeling

lowering into the bed always with the effort to her attached.  Joanne molded herself between his legs and

settled in, her mouth now fully and actively pulling and stroking his twitching member as he gasped and

jerked his body, fingers closing hard about the sheets as his pelvis pushed off the ground in delight from

her fantastic tongue and lips.  

It had been easy to catch his eye and him.  Joanne’s cover as a Flight Attendant had worked for the initial contact, that and frequent checks and service to him during the flight, all with a well placed smile started the liaison.

‘Then there was the coincidence of running into him, several times, in the airport on the way out and the revelation that they were staying in the same hotel.  I have no doubt my legs played a certain part in getting me to this point, I did offer him many different looks and he responded every time.  Drinks, then my room seemed always the outcome and here we are,’ the spy thought while she drove him crazy in her mouth. 

She could feel him getting close, his body slowing as all his focus went to orgasm, it was time to release and tease him some more.   Joanne made a long slow pull away, holding for just a second his tip on her lips allowing just a few sideways strokes from the tip of her tongue before she let him go and looked up at him with ravenous eyes.  She was up his body, her mouth around his in seconds, his still quaking stem trapped and held neatly between her thighs immobile in spite of incessant pushing from him.

‘Patience sugar, take off isn’t for a while, other engines have to be brought up to speed.  We should have done this on the plane, Mile High Club and all that, but I’m confident I can send you into the stratosphere,’ she said with a smile and added.  ‘More than once.’

Joanne's lips seared him, her tongue flicked and danced like that of a snake as she found his neck, ears and inside his mouth.  He fought to keep up with her passion and just when he was about there she enveloped him.  First, his tip, then her hips thrust, rocked and swayed until she smiled.

‘Must be a short haul flight!’ she smiled after four strokes and he exploded inside her.  Joanne kept his orgasm going, giving him more pleasure while building him to the next one.

‘I’m that good!  What a compliment,’ she said after they settled into kissing a slower rhythm.  ‘Of course I didn’t do it alone, the little man of yours, he’s very active and wonderfully filling,’ she breathed to boost his ego.  

He made furtive attempts to roll them over to put him on top but the experienced woman stopped him with subtle manoeuvers.

‘I give you credit for at least attempting it, but you gave up without much of a fight.  Most men like the woman on top, even if they never admit it,’ she thought as he was closing in on a second which the spy femme delivered.  His body jerked and thrust, she felt his expulsion wash inside her, then she delivered a series of aftershocks that sent him in a spasm then seemed to go on forever.  They twisted about the bed, she driving his torso into the mattress with a furious zeal, her hips moving with blinding speed.  

When he finally recovered shaking hands pulled up and off her bustier she had been wearing the whole time.  He starred in wonder, her breasts, firm full defied gravity, incredible reddish pink orbs with erect nipples fell toward him, his mouth hungrily enveloping one as soft wanting moans escaped from Joanne.

‘It's going to take more than that to make me cum.  Make me cum!’ Joanne panted.

Her call got a response as his hips thrust into her, faster and faster until she was bouncing on top of him, her breasts now on either side of his face.  Joanne arched back, the stimulation taking her to the edge that she clung to building and building herself for the energy release she knew was coming.  Finally the force pushed her off the cliff.  She screamed in joy, her body wanting, demanding his cock piston inside her.  Her orgasm was insane, but it was his piercing relentless rod that gave her the aftershocks she so wanted, the final ones propelling her actions.  Her upper body stiffened, she turned her torso sharply to the left then the right, then relaxed and pulled her breasts away and sat up, still inside her.  

‘I thought it only fair that since my lips made part of you stiff that my tits do the same to the rest of you sugar.  Joanne Childs, Force Curve agent and I regret to inform you that your frequent flyer days are about to come to an end.  Prepare for a soft landing.’

Joanne turned herself around and wiggled the soft pads of her feet under the back of his head.  

‘Prepare for a smooth landing baby and a lot of reverse thrust once touchdown happens,’ she mocked as her ample ass lowered onto his face and her mouth scooped up his prong.

The femme fatale pushed back and down, sealing tighter with her ass while her mouth moved up and down.  Her powerful legs and feet pushed him up while her torso pushed down, his face trapped in a deadly closing vice and fatal feminine flesh.  

Joanne shimmied her ass, working him in ever tighter, in no hurry she slowed her coddle, his muffled moans and grunts telling her all she needed to know.  Slow licking swirls mixed with tender kisses to his tip and sucking pulls was drawing him close to climax even as he stilled beneath her, her body feeling his heart slow then slip away.  She pulled her mouth free then delivered a quick short chop to his package, the blow emitting a plume of cum from him.

‘Jet wash,’ she smiled and relaxed her ass.

Joanne showered, dressed, fixed her make up and prepared to leave.  ‘Thank you for flying Force Airways,’ she added with a smile and left.