Author's Note: It isn't necessary to read chapter 1 to enjoy this, but it's a spicy prelude.
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When they landed, Sasha opened the airplane's door. As he turned to leave, John leaned in to kiss Sasha.
"I should be back in two hours. We're trying to close a big deal. Wish me luck, baby girl."
Sasha wrapped her arms around him and pressed her firm tits against his chest. She slipped her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him.
"Good luck, Daddy. I'll be here waiting."
John left, thinking about how quickly he wanted to get this done so he could return to his blonde bombshell.
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While waiting for John to return, Sasha reminisced about when they had first met two years prior on a New York City to Miami flight. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off her, and they had flirted the entire way there and back.
The following week, John had started requesting Sasha for all his business flights. He had finally made his move on a flight from New York City to Boston, which he had booked solely to see her again.
John and Sasha had ended up fucking for most of that 2-hour roundtrip journey. John had been the first passenger Sasha ever slept with, and now, Sasha flew with him three to four times a month.
Nowadays, Sasha found herself half-naked on a plane with a cock in her mouth more often than not. The Sky Angels motto was passenger satisfaction, and Sasha was more than happy to accommodate. As a result, Sasha was the most requested Sky Angel, which allowed her to demand the best routes and passengers and control her schedule.
Sasha loved the thrill, and most passengers lavished her with tips and gifts. John, in particular, was extremely generous, often giving her jewelry and designer bags. He was her favorite, mostly because he was also very generous with his fingers and tongue.
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Sasha was daydreaming about John's long fingers inside her when he returned, triumphant. He grabbed Sasha and lifted her, giving her a big kiss.
"We got it. Let's celebrate." He signaled to Steve to take off and followed Sasha to the bar.
"I have an idea, Daddy." Sasha grinned at him and grabbed John's favorite whiskey.
Sasha uncorked the bottle with her teeth and spat it out before slowly pouring some down the middle of her chest. John buried his face in Sasha's cleavage, lapping at the pool of amber liquid collecting in her cleavage. He squeezed her tits together so as not to miss a single drop. Sasha closed her eyes and threw her head back, thoroughly enjoying the attention her tits were receiving.
John continued kneading her tits as he licked and sucked on the soft flesh, marking her smooth skin with red love bites. He slowly began kissing up her neck before reaching her soft full lips. His hands roamed Sasha's curves as he explored her mouth with his whiskey-soaked tongue. She moaned against his mouth when he roughly grabbed her ass, pulling her closer so he could feel her against his hardening cock.
Steve announced they were departing, but they ignored him. Breaking off their kiss, Sasha led John by the tie to the bedroom at the back of the plane. He pulled her closer so that her ass brushed against his crotch and started pulling up her skirt.
"Mmm, Daddy, wait until we get to the bedroom," Sasha giggled.
The second Sasha closed the door, John pushed her up against it with his hand wrapped around her neck. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He pressed up against her and shoved his hand into her thong to rub her damp pussy.
John liked being rough with Sasha, treating her like his plaything and using her body for his pleasure. He loved having this 24-year-old curvy blond to tease, fuck, and ravage.
"Mmm, Sasha, I've been waiting too long for this pussy. You have me rock hard, slut." As if to prove it, John ground his erection on Sasha's thigh.
With his hand still on her neck, John explored Sasha's dripping pussy with his fingers. She moaned when he rubbed her clit; it was such a turn-on for her that he loved cheating on his wife with a sexy younger woman.
John removed his fingers and shoved them deep into Sasha's mouth so she could taste herself. He forced her to gag on them before spinning her around and tossing her onto the bed. He knew she also liked playing rough.
He removed his blazer and tie, keeping his eyes on his favorite blonde. Sasha was on her back, legs spread, smiling seductively up at him. The entire bedroom smelled like her pussy, and he just had to taste it. John climbed onto the bed, pushed her skirt up, and ripped off Sasha's lace thong before diving tongue-first into her irresistible pussy.
John reached underneath to grab Sasha's ass and pulled her closer. He slowly ran his tongue from her ass to her clit, lapping up her juices along the way. She tasted incredible, at once sweet, salty, and tangy.
John ran his tongue in slow circles around the outside of her smooth pussy, just barely brushing her clit. Sasha started panting and writhing against his face; the teasing was unbearable. John squeezed her ass tighter so she couldn't move as he tormented her.
"Stop moving, slut." Sasha obeyed at once, moaning as John continued to tease her.
Satisfied, John attended to her clit in earnest, alternating between licking and sucking her swollen little button. Sasha's body was on fire; she needed to be fucked so badly.
John moved one hand from Sasha's ass and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. Her tight little pussy was pink and wet and utterly inviting. Without warning, he thrust his tongue deep inside.
