The Naughty Stuff(4)

I kneel in front of her, my hands on both of her hips. When I reach her pubic line, I run my nose along up and down and across, right at the top of her panties. I feel her hands in my hair, tugging at it. Fuck… that feels so good. I push her legs slightly apart and I tug at her panties, pulling them down so I can see her. To my delight, she’s well groomed and look at that - she’s a natural blonde after all. I pull her panties down lower, just above her thighs, low enough to slip a finger into her. She’s so wet. I look up at her and she’s watching me obsessively. I insert another finger inside of her and she closes her eyes, throwing her head back and letting out a small whimper. She smells so good…her own unique scent, soapy and sweet. I move my fingers in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the content look on her face.

As I continue to finger fuck her, I run my tongue along her clit. It hardens under my tongue as I lick up and down the length of it, then encircling it.

“You taste so good, Isabel; like a little slice of heaven,” I tell her in between licks.

I move my fingers around, searching for her sweet spot… yes… there it is. It’s rigid and slick and I can feel it swell to my touch. I pull my fingers back against it firmly in a come-hither motion. Briefly I think how much better the real thing feels compared to the painting.

“Oh my God, Dylan….” she says all breathy.

I keep up the motion, again and again, pulling at her, harder and harder, licking her sweet honey hole, sucking her and biting her. Both of her hands are in my hair, pulling hard. Her hips are swaying rhythmically, meeting my mouth. Fuck… I feel her legs stiffen and she rises on her tiptoes. Her breathing is loud and quick. I pick up the pace… she’s almost there…

“Come for me, Isabel…” I demand and she complies.

I feel her pussy tighten as warm come shoots out and down the front of me, and catches me by complete surprise. She screams something garbled, throws her head back and then forward – her hair falling into her face. She collapses to her knees with a spasm and a jerk as her orgasm slowly subsides, and I catch her. She lies in my arms with her head on my chest, quivering uncontrollably, as her breathing gradually slows.

Fuck. That was intense. I’ve never seen that before. I’ve never actually been with anyone who can do that – and I was the one who made her do it. Nice work, Young. I can’t wait to get her into my dungeon and make her do that again and again…

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Midflight BJ


“What are you smiling about? It’s not funny that I’m afraid to fly, Dylan,” she tells me sternly.

Oh, poor little Isabel; she always thinks I’m laughing at her. “I’m not laughing at you. I was just thinking about… earlier.” I wiggle my eyebrows up and down suggestively and I think she gets the idea.

Her eyes widen and she asks, “Oh, which part?”

“All of it, sweetheart.”

She smiles back at me and my dick jumps to attention. I uncomfortably shift in my seat and clutch myself to readjust. She looks down and sees my awkward stiffened state of arousal. Her grin widens and she gets a salacious gleam in her eyes. I know what she wants – the same thing I do. She reaches over to me and starts rubbing me through my pants.

Shit. We really shouldn’t be doing any of this before we discuss our agreement more and get everything in writing and make out our contract, but Isabel doesn’t know anything about that and I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Besides, this feels so fucking good right now and how can I deny her when she looks at me like that?

I yell over at Brody to close the partition to the cabin and reach over to Isabel’s seatbelt and unbuckle it for her. I grab a pillow and set it on the floor between my feet and she kneels in front of me, on the pillow.

“You’re so thoughtful, Dylan,” she says peering at me through her long lashes.

Shit. That voice. It’s silky and seductive. She proceeds to unbutton my pants, rubbing me and squeezing me. Fuck - that feels so damned good. She pulls me free and starts her slow magic. I put my hands on the back of her neck and run my fingers down her spine. She’s licking, and sucking, wet and loud.

Don’t look at her mouth. I don’t want to come yet. How the hell can she go so deep? Fuck…. She looks up at me, our eyes meeting, while she continues to lick the entire length of me. Don’t look at her mouth…. She engulfs me and drags her mouth back while squeezing with her hand and twirling her tongue around the head of my cock. Don’t look at her mouth… She pulls back and puts both hands around my cock and starts giving me the most amazing hand job, her hands twisting around me in opposite directions while she licks the head. Shit – I looked at her mouth. I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to come. This time I give her warning and for my politeness in warning her, she rewards me.