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I had thirty days left to find a way to make it to the Maldives, where I had promised to meet up with John, chat partner, cyber lover and, from the pictures he had sent me and which had me spend hours upon hours with my fingers between my thighs, stud extraordinaire. But how do you get halfway across the world when all you have left on your bank account are one-hundred and twenty-three dollars and eighteen cent? That was the question that I had been wracking my brain about for the last four weeks, and my initial optimism had given way to a mounting desperation that rose with each new day. Two strawberry margaritas on a hot summer day and in the company of my best friend and neighbor Candice had done me in enough to loosen my tongue, though she would have nagged the information from me at some point, anyway. There was something about my dark skinned, twenty-five-years-old friend that made me blab about things to her which tended to set my cheeks aflame. This was one of those things, but her reply had been quite different from what I had expected. * * * * * “What do you mean, you never pay for a flight?” I looked at Candice with narrowed eyes, sure that she was trying to pull my leg once again, which was a rather regular occurrence. My neighbor leaned back on the sofa, eyeing me over the rim of the cocktail glass with a smirk on her face, one hand lazily adjusting the neckline of the creamy-white tube dress that showed off her impressive bust. “Just like I said. I never pay. I’ve got this card that gets me on whichever flight with Trans Global I choose. “I don’t believe you,” I stated matter-of-factly, picking up my own margarita and taking a sip. “If you and Bill were millionaires and flying all over the world, I might be inclined to take your word for it. But Bill’s a carpenter and you’re a stay-at-home mom. You fly perhaps twice a year. No way! Try pulling the other one.” I took another sip through the straw and it went directly to my head. Still, there was a tiny flicker of hope that refused to be quenched. “I’ll be happy to prove it to you,” she replied, leaning forward, tilting her head and looking me up and down with a thoughtful expression. “Yes.” She nodded to herself. “I’m quite sure I could get you a status card too.” “Oh, c’mon, quit it!” This was slowly going over the top, and I really hated to see my futile little hopes encouraged. The touchdown onto reality would be all the harder. “No, really, they are always looking for sluts like you.” The sip of margarita went down the wrong tube and came back out through my nose in a stinging spray of red foam. My eyes immediately watered and I sneezed and coughed, my yellow summer dress a stained mess and my mind reeling with disbelief and indignation. “Candice!” I finally managed to choke out. “What’s going on with you? Take that back!” She leaned back again, grinning widely. “Then how do you call a woman who lets their neighbor fuck her up the back chute while his wife is away for a week? How do you call a woman who spreads her legs for three of her friends’ husbands in one day?” “I didn’t…” I started to stammer, but the self-assured smile and raised eyebrow made me trail off. “You know. But… how?” She chuckled. “Bill told me the moment I came home. In fact, he always tells me what he gets up to.” I wanted to vanish on the spot. My cheeks started to burn with shame and I looked down at the worn-down carpet. It had been… convenient, I guess that is the word. Bill, Adam, Tony, Garrett and Jim, they all had taken me into their bedroom when their wives had been away. It had all started at one of these typical neighborhood barbecues at Jennifer’s place when she had been called away to work due to an emergency and I’d stayed behind to help Tony clean up after the others had left. We had both been a bit tipsy, and an accidental touch here, a caught stare there and some not-so-accidental further touches down the road had led to a wild romp in the back garden that left my bum with scratches and my pussy wonderfully sticky and satisfied. A few days later, Candice had gone to visit her mother for a week, and Bill had shown up on my doorstep. He only needed to drop some hints about Tony bragging what a lovely, helpful person I was and follow it with some not-so-concealed compliments about my chest to get into my panties – and to get his impressive cock into my thirty-years-old, attention-lacking snatch. From there on, things had taken on a life of their own, and hardly a day went by when I wasn’t getting my jollies tickled by one of them, happily substituting for whatever wife who currently was away. I was an unspoken, mutually beneficial agreement. But now, aware that Candice knew about it, the sexual thrill I had been living in seemed much less appealing. Images of me being shunned by all my girlfriends jumped my mind and my eyes grew misty. “Sorry!” I choked out. “I don’t know what… It just happened…” She laughed again, unsettling me, and slowly got up from the couch, set her margarita down on the table and stepped closer. Putting a finger to her lips, she shushed me, and before I had a chance to grasp her intentions, she knelt down on the plush chair I was sitting in, her knees left and right of my thighs. I had to look up at her face, and I couldn’t put my finger on the expression I found there. My heart hammered in my chest and I had no idea what to do. “Slut.” The word dripped over her full lips. Her hand brushed over the back of my head and down my long, sleek blonde hair, and I had no idea how to react to that. I felt goosebumps race up my spine without knowing why. Suddenly, her fist grabbed my hair and tilted my head even further back. Dark-brown, almost black eyes fixed mine. I could feel the warmth radiate from her body and turn the air around me into an oven. “Yes, slut. That’s what you are. A horny white cunt on legs who fucks everyone she get her hands on.” She only giggled at the slow shaking of my head. “And what’s more, I’m pretty sure I saw you staring at my tits a number of times. Are you into skirts too?” I shook my head faster, a choked whimper all the answer my lips could form while a mix of emotions raged through me. “Liar!” My breath hitched when she pulled the neckline of her dress to the side and her right breast spilled out, chocolate colored, firm and huge. Her hand lifted it up and brought the wide, rosy nipple closer and closer to my face. All those moments rushed to the forefront of my mind, moments when I had watched her in her bikini or tight tops and wondered about those wonders of female anatomy which were at least three time as big as my own boobs. And I realized that she was right, that those moments had triggered questions what it would feel like to touch them, how the perfect, dark skin would taste on my tongue, how her big nipples would feel on my lips. Questions which I had quickly pushed away into hidden mersin escort recesses of my mind, but now they were back in force. “Come on, slut,” Candice whispered throatily, “now’s the chance to kiss your neighbor’s pretty boobs like you’ve wanted to all the time.” I hesitated and tried to come with a way out. This was going to fast, far faster than my emotions could keep up with. But the greedy, self-assured look in her made something in me shift, and I felt like watching a movie when my head strained against Candice’s strong grip and my lips finally latched on to her nipple, felt the bumpy, incredibly soft surface of her areola and encountered the stiff center. “Good slut,” she whispered with a sigh, her eyelids drooping. My lips and tongue appeared to know exactly what to do. I had never before been intimate with another woman, but it seemed so natural to nibble softly on the crown of her breast, to run my tongue in circles and flicks over the silken skin and to suckle lovingly. My body froze for a moment. A smooth movement had her fingers between my thighs, and they unerringly slipped into my panties. It felt wrong and incredibly right when they covered my crotch, stroked up and down over my shaved snatch and one of them finally wiggled into the slick cleft between my pussy lips. Getting me off has never been difficult, and I usually came from a good fucking alone. When her fingers picked up a quick rhythm, encouraged by my harder sucks on her nipple, my arousal went through the roof. Then her thumb found my clit and pressed down on it while rubbing up and down, and within seconds, I exploded. Candice’s nipple slipped from my mouth and I moaned with lust, my thighs clenching around her hand and my head thrown back in ecstasy. My juices ran down into the crack of my ass and my pussy felt like it was on fire. I shook and trembled, and my gasps and moans filled the air around us. While I struggled to get back my breath, eyes glassy, feeling like my world had been put on its head, Candice stood back up. She held out her hand, the rosy insides of her fingers sticky and glistening with my juices. My last resolve broke and I wrapped my lips around them to lick and suckle my own moisture from her hand. “Good slut,” she cooed. “See, that wasn’t that hard. Come over tomorrow at eight, dress your sluttiest, and we’ll get you your flight.” My heart thumped against my chest. Her fingers withdrew with a plop and she turned around. A few seconds later, I was alone, the front of my dress bunched around the hips and my panties pulled down, cool air touching my wet and swollen pubes. I slumped bonelessly into the plush chair. * * * * * “I said your sluttiest!” Candice’s harsh words hit me like a slap, and I fearfully turned around to see if anybody was on the sidewalk and listening in. To my relief, the area around her front porch was deserted. Behind her, though, stood Bill, and even though I had felt his cock inside my pussy quite the number of times, the way Candice addressed me in front of him made me blush madly. “But this is slutty!” I complained a little petulantly. “Come in,” was her only reply, and then I was pulled through the house, up the stairs and into the bathroom. The ultra-short leather mini with the black suspender strips peeking out and the semi see-through black blouse were apparently not slutty enough for her taste. She stood me in front of the mirror and guided my arms to my sides. “Don’t move,” she ordered a little softer than before. “What are you going to do,” I asked. “This is slutty, really!” “Just wait and see,” she told me absentmindedly and rummaged through a compartment in the mirror cabinet. “There. That’s perfect. Close your eyes.” I did as ordered. What other option did I have, especially when she had offered me a chance to avoid looking like a fool to my online lover and to spend two weeks in a luxury resort in the Indian Ocean courtesy of him? Something soft brushed over my eyelids and the surrounding skin. A moist, slightly plucking feeling told be that she generously applied mascara. Gentle brushes of a blusher pad caressed my cheekbones and lipstick and lip liner left their wet trails over my lips. When I felt the top button of my blouse being undone, my eyes fluttered open, but Bill stood in front of me with a devious grin and blocked my view at the mirror. My heart started to beat faster when I saw the hungry expression in his eyes. Another button was opened, then a third, and then Candice pulled the blouse down my shoulders and exposed most of upper body. “What…” I started to ask, but the feeling of the bra straps relaxing told me all I needed to know. “This needs to go,” my best friend declared, unhooking the top straps and pulling the garment away. “Good sluts don’t need to wear bras.” “But the blouse isn’t opaque,” I protested. “Everybody’s going to see my nipples!” “Ah,” Candice purred mockingly. “Now you get the point.” “I don’t even know where we’re going!” I felt like I needed to protest a little at least, even though my body was clearly excited by the idea. Bill’s increasingly horny looks didn’t help either. My outburst was ignored. Instead, my blouse was pulled back up and the third button closed again. “Your turn,” Candice told her husband, and before I knew what was happening, he had scissors in hand and two quick snaps liberated the topmost buttons. “God,” I complained. “Candice! Almost all of my boobs is going to show! I can’t go out into public like this!” But then Bill stepped to the side and my mirror images stared at me. True, the top half of my small handfuls was plainly visible to the onlooker, but even more importantly, the rosy red of my nipples shone through the sheer blouse and their pointed tips were clearly outlined. My eyelids were generously coated with a sparkling, dark red color, and my lashes appeared thick and long. My lips glistened the same sparkling red, and a dark rim around them made them appear a lot fuller than they really were. My cheeks were aflame with a painted-on blush – not that it made much difference at this point – and everything about me screamed slut. “Shit,” I whispered, at a loss for words. “If you’re a good slut,” Candice whispered into my ear from behind that tickled more pleasurably than I was ready to admit, “I’ll let Bill fuck your snatch while I watch. How does that sound?” My no doubt nonsensical answer was swallowed up by the moan that escaped my throat when her strong hands wrapped around my boobs through the blouse and softly kneaded them. “Let’s get you a proper pair of shoes and go,” she whispered, “or we’ll be late!” * * * * * The proper pair of shoes had turned out to be open-toed sandals adorned with black leather strips around the ankle and five inch heels with metal caps. Every step I took on the plaster in the airport sounded like a gunshot and drew the eyes of all those mersin escort bayan around us to me – to me and to my bum, which wiggled involuntarily on the precariously high heels and tried to peek out from under my tiny skirt. Lustful leers and derisive sneers accompanied our walk through the huge entrance hall and down the long corridor to wherever Candice was guiding me. That her hand was resting on my bum and squeezing it every so often had me in a dizzy state between embarrassment and arousal. I was incredibly aware of my thighs rubbing against each other, my bum wiggling with each step and my nipples brushing against the thin fabric that didn’t really cover them. My knees were shaking by the time we arrived at a counter and my best friend leaned over it, speaking in a hushed whisper to the cute Asian girl in the dark blue uniform manning it. At first, the girl appeared a bit reserved, but then Candice held up a pink plastic card and her demeanour changed instantly. Seconds later, we were ushered into a windowless room off to the side that contained nothing but a few white tables and chairs, all with chrome legs and quite clean. “Please wait here, I’ll be back in just a moment,” the Asian girl, whose nameplate read ‘Lisa’, told us and went through a door in the back. “What’s going to happen,” I asked Candice, my voice shaking. She grinned at me, gave my bum a hard squeeze and giggled at the soft gasp that escaped me. “What do you think happens to sluts? You’ve got three guesses, but the first two don’t count.” “Fuck,” I whispered, drawing another giggle. “That too.” Candice lifted her free hand and started to tease my nipples through the blouse. “Are you wet?” I bit my lip and sighed. “Dripping. I’ve no idea what’s happening with me…” “But I do.” She pinched my nipple, and the shockwave travelled all the way to my pussy and made me tremble. “You’re a slut. Only takes one to know one.” * * * * * The door in the back opened again and Lisa returned, followed by a tall, attractive man in his late forties in a business suit and with a stack of papers under his arm. “Joffrey Miller,” he introduced himself, “I’m head of the Mile High Bonus Program. You’re here to join the club?” “Uhm, yes, uhm, I’m Crystal Wilcox,” I answered somewhat awkwardly while I shook his hand, glad that my makeup hid the deep blush that I felt on my cheeks. “Nice to see you again, Candy,” he addressed my best friend. “How much have you told her?” “Not much,” she replied. “Come to think of it, hardly anything.” He appeared to be thinking for a moment, but then his face it up. “Good. Wouldn’t do for this to become public knowledge. And I just love to do this part.” He put the papers down on one of the tables and slowly walked around me, looking my up and down with obvious enjoyment. I felt like an exhibit, but it made my skin prickle and fresh moisture coat my pussy. He halted his steps right behind me. “It’s actually quite simple.” His breath tickled my neck. “On one hand, we have women – sexually open women like you – who’d like to travel but don’t have the necessary money.” The tickling of his breath almost drove me crazy. His low voice felt like satin being dragged over my skin, soft and prickling. It almost hypnotized me, and his question out of the blue left me breathless. “You don’t mind if I touch your tits, do you?” A few seconds went by and my thoughts raced. This was absolutely crazy. But there was a burning need between my legs from all the sexual thoughts, and my answer came without conscious effort. “Fuck, touch them!” And even while he wrapped his hands around them from behind and pulled me against his body, he continued his explanation. His hands started to knead my tits and pinch my nipples softly between his fingers. “On the other hand, we have staff and first class customers with certain needs who travel a lot and don’t have a fixed partner available.” He rubbed his crotch against the top of my bum and I could feel the steely hardness of his cock press against me. “We’ve decided that we could bring both together and get a win-win situation.” Suddenly, Lisa’s fingers were nestling with the buttons of my blouse. I tried to form a protest, but Joffrey’s fingers pinched my tits a little harder and his mouth planted a kiss right on that sweet spot at the side of my neck, so all I could do was let out a soft, long moan. The blouse slid down my arms and fluttered to the floor. “She’s got pretty tits,” Lisa commented. “Want a taste?” Joffrey asked over my shoulder. My breath hitched and my eyes widened when she leaned forward without hesitation and wrapped her lips around my nipple, and when she gave it some artful flicks with her tongue, my head lolled back and I moaned, the pulling, sucking, pinching sensation shooting straight to my lust center and making me light-headed. “The rules are easy,” Joffrey continued his explanation with a husky voice. “From the moment you enter the airport before the flight, to the time you leave at your destination, you’ll fulfil every sexual wish our staff or first class passengers have.” Was his hand doing something to the zipper of my skirt? Yes, definitely, I felt it slide down my legs and leave me standing almost naked, just the girdle, panties and stockings left. Then his hand slid inside my panties and I started to tremble. “Eager, are you?” he whispered and I moaned in response. “Then the program will be perfect for you. In exchange, you can book any flight for yourself that you want for free.” He crooked his middle finger and slipped it into my dripping wet channel. I moaned again, barely noticing that Lisa was undoing the straps and removing my girdle. My panties slid down and my feet were lifted one by one to allow her slide them off. I noticed Candice off to the side, watching us intently, her dress pulled up and exposing that she wasn’t wearing panties and one hand busy toying with her pussy. Shit, that looked sexy! Joffrey softly pushed me forward, and I let him guide me towards the short side of one of the free table. He pushed my upper body down and I let him, catching my weight on my arms and lowering myself to the table top until my breasts touched the cool surface and sticking my bum into the air. A zipper sounded behind me, fabric rustled, and then I felt something hot, round and silken press against my pussy. A needy groan escaped me, but then the bulbous head of his cock pushed inside me, meeting hardly any resistance from my dripping snatch, and my pussy walls stretched deliciously around it. “Shit, yes!” He sunk deeper and deeper, until his hips hit my bum, and I expected him, wanted him to start fucking me for real. Instead, Lisa pulled up a chair and took a seat a little in front of my head. “We need to do a short interview with you, Miss Wilcox. Please answer all my questions truthfully. Are you ready?” Joffrey pulled out escort mersin and pushed back in, and whatever reservations or doubts that I might have had, evaporated. “Fuck, yes!” “How many men have you had sex with?” Lisa didn’t even try hide the smirk on her face while she waited for me to do a headcount. “Do you enjoy anal sex?” It was becoming a striptease of my soul, but every time I answered a question, Joffrey would push his wonderful rod inside me and make me moan in response. I was burning up by now, small beads of sweat forming on my forehead and my makeup starting to run. The questions weren’t over though, and by the time I was asked perverted questions like if I had tasted my own pee, and if I minded being watched while I peed, if I’d kiss another woman’s bumhole and if I’d enjoy having my tits spanked, my inhibitions had crumbled away and all those forbidden dreams I had kept locked away for little night-time sessions between me and my fingers, came out into the open. “Yes, fuck, yes!” was my most frequent response, and when the last question was through, I was hornier than I had ever been before in my life. I was teetering at the edge, only seconds away from delicious relief. “That was it,” Lisa whispered, her own flush quite prominent on her pretty cheeks, “now all I need is your signature and we’ll have your card ready in a jiffy.” She pushed two sheets in front of me and handed me a pen. I started to put it down on the paper, but Joffrey’s cock suddenly slipped from my pussy and I groaned in frustration. A moment later, it pressed against me a little higher, and my eyes widened and breath started to fly when he shoved it through my pucker and I felt it slide up my bum. “Shit, shit, shit,” I moaned, the small twinges of pain until my pucker had adjusted to his massive girth like electric jolts that made my pussy gush. I squiggled my signature at the bottom of the sheets, jerky and unfocused, while Joffrey’s well-lubricated cock fucked my bottom in steady strokes. Lisa pulled the sheets to her, telling me she’d be back right away, but I hardly noticed because I was finally toppling over the edge, my body shaking with pleasure and my drool dripping down at the table while I writhed and moaned. It was as if wave after wave of lust crashed down over me, and my pucker clenched hard around Joffrey’s cock. He grunted loudly, once, twice, and then he pushed in with all his force, his thighs slapping hard against my bum, and I felt his cock pulse and spurt his seed inside me. I literally saw stars dance before my eyes, and it took me a minute or two before I became aware of my surroundings again. Both Joffrey and Candice were dressed as if nothing had happened, and Lisa was back with a thick envelope and a pink card that resembled my best friend’s. She put both down next to me. “Here you are, Crystal! Welcome among the Mile High Sluts!” * * * * * The next few weeks were crazy. Until the day before, I had never allowed myself to think about sex with a woman, but once we were back at Candice’s place, I learned to pleasure every little patch of skin on her body while her husband fucked us senseless all day long and half of the night. It continued every other day, and I was glad to be between jobs now and to have the time to learn things about sex I wouldn’t have dreamed of. Then it was time for my first flight with TGA – Newark to Dubai with a six hours stop-over and from there directly to Male airport – which I had booked the day after I had joined. I had already checked in my luggage and was now waiting at the security check, tickets, jacket, purse and high heels rolling through the x-ray scanner in plastic baskets. The pink plastic card was on a synthetic string around my neck and I thought that the gray-haired, uniformed woman in her early fifties with the metal scanner in her hand kept sending me glances. I was fidgeting a bit, my mind torn between the anticipation of finally meeting John and the arousing trepidation of my first flight as a Mile High Slut. No matter which of those two my mind decided to focus on, it made my pussy cream, and I thought the whole world had to smell my musky scent. Then it was my turn, and I went through the big scanner without a beep. The gray-haired lady ran the hand scanner all over my body, and the stern look on her face reminded me of one of my college teachers whom I had had right before graduation. I had attributed these funny feelings I had experienced when she had been nearby to respect and a bit of fear, but now, the image changed completely. So, in the middle of the airport security check and being felt up by an older woman in uniform, I had a major epiphany. I’d had a crush. But I had no time to linger on that thought, because feel up was in fact what the woman did. She had hooked the scanner to her belt and was now running her hands up my thighs, higher and higher, until the tips of her fingers vanished under my short skirt and brushed over the front of my panties. I almost couldn’t believe that she was doing this right here in the open, but the heat spreading between my legs told me it was true. Then she did my other leg, strong fingers deftly finding their way under my skirt and between my legs, and my face heated up and I had to hold in a moan. I took a look around. There were only adults around us, and most were too focused on making it through the check and keeping track of their belongings to spare me any thought, but a few pairs of eyes watched me with obvious interest. I quickly looked away. “Please take your belongings and follow me,” the lady suddenly said and drew me back into reality. “I’m sorry,” I stammered, scrambling to pick up my things from their baskets and slipping on my heels, “is there something wrong?” “We’ll see.” I thought I saw a flicker of something rather unprofessional in her eyes, but then, I couldn’t be sure. When she guided me into a tiny, windowless room and locked the door behind us, I grew certain. She stepped closer to me until our chests touched, but she kept walking and pushed me against the back wall. “So you’re the new slut,” she growled rather than spoke, taking my things from my hand and laying them to the side. “Let’s see if we can’t have some fun together.” I had to give it to her, she was skilled. It took her only seconds to undress me until the only things I was wearing were stockings and heels. Her professional demeanor and no-nonsense attitude intimidated me, but they also evoked a warmth between my legs. She abruptly turned around and approached a small commode on the side wall, opened a drawer and took out a few items. When she came back, she put down a small, opened glass jar with some creamy white substance and pulled a white rubber glove over her right hand. “Ever had a body cavity search?” Her voice was almost a purr. I shook my head, staring wide-eyed at the glove. This felt so surreal, and knowing that a stranger was about to stick her fingers inside me made feel more naked than ever before in my life. “Let’s start with the front,” she whispered, unnecessarily sticking her fingers into the jar and pulling them back out covered in glistening moisture.
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