Samantha settled back in her seat as the 737 throttled up and began its acceleration down the runway. The big jet engines reached the threshold, and the 737 rose smoothly off the runway, its nose pointed toward the sky. The wheels retracted, locking smoothly into the underbelly, and the jet picked up speed. After 10 minutes of steady climb, she could feel it start to level out slowly, soon the jet was in level flight.
Samantha relaxed and thought about the exciting job waiting for her. It had been quite the last several days. The excitement of grad, getting fucked to a frazzle by Bobby's huge prick, and her Mom and Aunt hooking up with Bobby's Dad.
The hot loving her Mom and her Aunt had showered on her the morning after grad had been amazing, and the few days before she left, where she was used most delightfully.
Her Mom and her Auntie were lust-driven ladies, and being used like their pleasure toy had been amazing. Cunt lickings, triangle 69s, double penetration, they'd done everything they could think of to each other. It felt amazing, being used like a live fuck doll.
Getting her tight ass broken open, it had felt so amazing, and she was buggered many times, her ass was now a well-worn bunghole. Just thinking about it made her asshole twitchy, eager for another hard fuck.
Samantha had felt a jolt of lust when she was presented with a 10-inch strap-on and had used it on her Mom and her Auntie. The harness had a 7-inch inner dildo and a black 5-inch butt plug for the wearer, and being able to ride those amazing attachments to orgasm while she was fucking her Mom, buggering her Auntie, and everything in between, was amazing. She was sure that Bobby would have loved to be in on every scene.
Thinking of Bobby, Samantha felt a bit of sadness plucking at her. Bobby had been such a great boyfriend, and she knew she'd miss his amazing prick. Of course, her Mom and her Aunt had told her about planning a visit to ''console" him, and she smiled, his cock would get a workout like no other. She hoped he'd find a nice girlfriend. When they had been together, there were so many fucking bitches that tried to break them apart.
Like that skanky bitch, Cissy Turner, who'd gone up to him, bold as you fucking well please, and without so much as a by your leave, had groped his cock, and whispered in his ear about if you want a real fuck, come and fuck me, stud. Bobby had immediately told Samantha about what happened, and she had told Cissy the slut to keep her fucking hands off Bobby, or she'd kick her ass from here to New York City and back. Samantha was not a violent person by nature, but she'd be good and goddamned if some cheap slut like Cissy the bitch was going to grope her man, without a warning about what Sam would do to her if she didn't keep her hands off her man.
Cissy had been wise enough to heed her advice, but then another fucking slut, that Grace Harman bitch, had shown up at his apartment and had breezed in, and dropped her coat in front of Bobby to reveal that she was totally nude. Samantha had just been stepping out of his bedroom and saw this disgusting spectacle firsthand.
She had grabbed the bitch by her arms and had shoved her out the door. As punishment, Samantha kept the coat, so the bitch had to flee completely bare-ass. And, as luck would have it, it was a warm fall Saturday, half the student body had been outside, and the football team had a game in a couple of hours when she had come racing out.
They hooted, hollered, made obscene gestures at her, shouted crude comments about her physical attributes, and whistled as she fled down the street, naked, her face brick red from embarrassment. The bitch had dropped out of college altogether, and run away from all the comments, laughter, and ridicule that clung to her.
The story of how she ended up like that "accidentally" became known, and Samantha was pleased to see that it did exactly what she was hoping for, no more bitches had tried to come on to Bobby. Fucking cows, Samantha thought, just like bitches in heat, they come sniffing around another girl's man. She felt proud of the way she had handled those two overheated little tramps.
She closed her eyes, put on her headphones, and let her mind drift...
***
She had thought about Seattle, and how it was a vibrant, exciting place to live. She had researched many metropolitan areas while she was attending college, and Seattle seemed to be exactly what she was looking for. Her being offered the job had nailed it. She had gotten very busy then, searching the net for a place to stay in Seattle. She had found a small, but comfortable 2-bedroom house, furnished, that was located on a quiet residential tree-lined street. The rent was reasonable, and the owner was willing to rent it to her on a month-by-month basis.
During spring break, while all her friends were out partying and getting drunk, puking their guts out, and acting like idiots, she'd flown to Seattle to see the place. It was nice, the furniture was still new and comfortable. The street was shaded by huge elm trees, and it was quiet and peaceful. She'd met the owner, Mr. Alexandros Marinopolis, who was a pleasant Greek fellow in his late 40's, with a touch of silver in his dark hair. He was still in trim shape, at 6 feet and 180 pounds, he must work out regularly, she thought.
Mr. Marinopolis had been almost hypnotized, eyeing Samantha's female assets. Samantha had secured the deal right away. He also agreed to her buying a few things and moving them in, as the house was empty, and he would hold on to it, and not rent it out for the few months she would be in college before she graduated. Samantha had gone out and bought all the domestic things she would need.
Plates, glasses, cups, silverware, cooking pots and pans, towels, a tablecloth, bed linens, it was amazing how much she needed once she got started. She spent a couple of days bringing in her purchases and getting them all stored away. She was happy to see that the house had an alarm system in place. She would be ready to go, as soon as she moved here.
Samantha decided that Mr. Marinopolis deserved a treat for being so nice. She put on her miniskirt, and no panties, the very bottom of her ass cheeks were just barely visible. She put on her tight, scoop-necked blouse, with no bra, and went to see him after she had moved all her stuff in.
She found many excuses to give him long lingering looks at her ass and gave him some good opportunities to get some good looks at her clean-shaven mound, giving him lots of views of her pussy. She also found plenty of excuses to bend down in front of him, giving him lots of clear views of her breasts.
