Mira was looking at a spreadsheet when the mail clerk dropped a thick envelope on her desk. It took a moment for her to reach a place where she could stop. She saw her name and company address on the label, then ripped the envelope open. Inside: flight, hotel, itinerary. What’s all this? she wondered. The note was curt.
Your Presence is Requested.
You will not need luggage; all is provided.
You will be met at the airport.
Mira glanced around, checking if anyone was laughing. She entered John’s office. The door was open; she knocked on the frame anyway.
“Come in, Mira,” John said without looking up. “Yes, I knew it was you. You’re the only one who knocks when the door is open. Besides, I can smell your Tresor.”
Mira showed John the note. He returned it with a shrug.
“Just fill out the time off form. I’m sure you have the time. I don’t recall you missing work.”
Mira divided her work and emailed teammates, explaining she’d be out of town. Twenty minutes later, after submitting the form, she was out the door. The note said no luggage, but she wouldn’t leave without a few items.
She unlocked her apartment door and entered. With her frugal lifestyle, she had little furniture and few electronics, making her home an unattractive target for any cat burglar. The only real value was in her closet; She had enough clothes for two months without repeating. She dug out a small duffel, packed two changes of underwear, her makeup, and her battery-operated boyfriend. On impulse, she added a crimson bikini she had never worn and a single change of clothes: shorts and a vintage Depeche Mode T-shirt. Mira’s flight was the next day at noon.
Waking early, she stretched and then took a long shower, letting the water wash over her. She studied herself in the mirror. She thought, not bad for thirty, while running her fingers through her hair. Filling her palm with body lotion, smoothing it into every inch of her five-four body. Mira was of average height and weight, but the rest was magnificent. She rubbed lotion into her jutting 36D tits, capped with dark pink, almost Three-inch areolas. She briefly tweaked her eraser-sized nipples, moaning softly. Her skin was alabaster, befitting her long white hair. People often asked whether she bleached it. In fact, her hair was a genetic anomaly.
The rest of her body was toned but not cut; she lacked the discipline to be a true gym rat. If her body had a flaw, she thought it was her slightly larger-than-proportional ass. With her hair in a loose braid, with gold hair ties holding the sections in place, she stood, still naked, inspecting her back, then her front. She frowned. Something was off. She mulled for a moment, then it clicked. She had packed a bikini. Her pale fingers traced the wild pubic hair that had grown for a year.
She rummaged through the drawers, then snatched her hair-cutting shears. She sat on the toilet and gave her pubic hair a short, close trim. Moving to the tub, she ran water, lathered her pelvis, and shaved everything but a 2-inch heart around her clit.
She arrived at the airport at 9 AM. She breezed through TSA and checked in with the airline. She was on her way to the ladies’ when her name was called.
“Passenger Lyric, please return to check-in.”
Sighing, Mira turned around, wondering if she really should have gone to pee first. She started queuing when two men in well-tailored suits approached.
“Miss Lyric?”
She nodded, apprehensive. The shorter man asked for her ID. Confirming her identity, he introduced himself.
“I’m Xavier Danilov. This is Rick Kelly. Will you please come with us?”
Mira stood firm. “I don’t know you.”
Rick chuckled, pulling an airline ID from his jacket.
“We are your pilots, Miss Lyric. Beautiful name, by the way.”
Mira’s lip curled in a crooked smile. “Say it’s musical and you get a kick in the shins.”
Both men held up their hands in surrender.
“Fair enough.” The men looked at each other, both approving of Mira’s feistiness. Rick took her duffel and gestured, “After you.”
They went down the concourse and then through a door marked ‘Employees Only’. Mira asked about the no-uniform policy, and Xavier explained that it was a special service of the airline, very subdued and discreet. They led her down a ramp to a waiting sedan. A 4-minute drive to the private hangars, and the car pulled in front of a gleaming Gulfstream G700. Xavier opened the door and offered Mira his hand. She allowed him to assist her, and he helped her up the stairs. Rick followed as they entered the fuselage. A beautiful Asian flight attendant greeted them, introducing herself as Reina Azawa. She took the duffel, and the pilots entered the cockpit, getting ready for takeoff.
Reina sat in the seat opposite Mira and ran through the emergency procedures and the features of the luxury aircraft conversationally. Minutes later, the plane was airborne. Reina asked Mira if she wanted anything.
After serving Mira a scotch on the rocks, she said, “Just call if you need anything.” Mira pulled up the flight path. The screen simply showed the airplane icon heading west-southwest. There was no flight path. How odd, Mira thought.
“Reina, why the change? Why all this?” She waved her hand around, encompassing the aircraft.
“You are a very important person, Miss.” Reina gave her a smile as she held a tablet close. Mira notices a small sticker with a logo: A Capital L entwined with a strand of DNA. Recognition tugged at her, but remained elusive.
“Why? I’m nobody!”
Reina smiled. “You are somebody, Miss, you just don’t know it yet.”
Reina reached across Mira’s body, pulling out an advanced tablet. She showed Mira how she could watch pretty much anything or read from a selection of thousands of books and magazines. A half hour into the flight, Mira realized she really needed to pee. She started walking toward the back, and Reina pointed to the lavatory. Relieved, Mira washed her hands and started back to her seat.
The curtain separating the cabin from the forward service area was partially open. She could see Reina on her knees. It appeared she had her blouse unbuttoned. Her arms clung to Xavier’s legs as she sucked what appeared to be an enormous cock. Mira was transfixed, watching what she could see and hearing soft moans. She sat and pretended to be looking at the tablet, but watched the sex act closely.
A few minutes later, Reina reappeared, slightly unkempt and wearing a small trace of cum on her chin. She stopped by Mira’s seat. Before she could ask, Mira spoke.
“I’ve never seen a flight attendant give a blowjob on a plane before.” She handed Reina a tissue and touched her chin where Reina had missed during her cleanup.
“Xavier is my husband.” Wiping her chin, she said, “I hope you enjoyed the show.” She touched Mira’s shoulder lightly. “If you did…”
She took the tablet, pressed a couple of buttons, then handed it back. Mira saw a lot more content, including a background of Reina wearing the airline cap and a smile. Mira’s eyes widened.
“I can wear that special uniform, if you like.” She paused, “Or if you would prefer masculine company, I’m sure Rick would be happy to take you in hand.”
Reina turned and walked aft. Mira pushed a button. Moans emanated from the tablet as a video played of a slim redhead being spit-roasted by two men. She felt herself getting aroused. The men in the video both came at the same time, covering the redhead’s face and ass. Mira flicked it away. The next video was of a busty woman masturbating in her car. Turning the volume down, Mira watched, getting more aroused. Her breath quickened. She was about to try another when Reina appeared with a scotch on the rocks. Mira swallowed half in one gulp. Reina tapped on her phone and handed it to Mira.
A beautiful blonde woman who looked very famous was on her back in a hotel room. Reina was between her legs. From the woman’s cries of passion, it was clear that blowjobs were not Reina’s only skill. Mira watched for a minute, then looked up, face to face with a topless Reina.
“Is this satisfactory, Miss Lyric?
Mira smiled. “Very. You are so beautiful,” she drained the drink.
Reina leaned over to get the glass, her nipples inches from Mira’s lips. “I will pour you anoth—”
Mira’s hand stopped her, pulling her close. Reina settled on Mira, perched on her legs.
“Yes, Miss?”
Mira smiled. “I have never kissed a woman.”
Reina leaned forward. “Time for new experiences.”
The kisses were soft. Mira’s hand slid up and down Reina’s skin. She’s so soft, Mira thought. Reina straightened, breaking the kiss and pressing a nipple to Mira’s lips. Mira kissed, touched, and made love to Reina’s tits, drawing coos of encouragement. Panting, Reina whispered, “For a woman who has never kissed another, you are gifted. Come.” She stood, offering her hand. Reina led Mira to the last two rows, where the regular seats had been replaced with beds. Slowly, with lots of kisses mixed in, Reina stripped Mira.
Both women were panting as they caressed each other. Reina spent a lot of time with Mira’s nipples; erasers nested in the middle of 3-inch aureolae. Mira’s heart was a triphammer; it had been a year since she had sex, and this was the best she had had in her sheltered life. She was slowly backed onto the bed. Reina laved Mira’s pussy with her tongue, each swipe driving Mira mad. Mira came, a shuddering toe-curling orgasm. Reina pressed a buzzing toy in Mira’s hand, guiding it to the white-furred pussy.
“Keep yourself hot. I’ll be a minute.”
Mira closed her eyes, moving the vibe along her slit, building her passion slowly. A soft hand removed the vibe. Reina was back, positioned between Mira’s legs. As the Japanese woman kissed her, moving slowly up her thigh, over her belly, and finally pausing on her breasts, Mira moaned. Their eyes locked, and Mira felt a sudden, unexpected bump against her thigh. She glanced down. Reina was wearing a strap-on.
It looked like a cock, but had a head about an inch and a half in diameter. At the base of the cockhead, it was an inch. From there, it tapered, from an inch to 5 inches at the base of the 15-inch cock. Reina fit the head against Mira’s spread lips, swirling it in her juices to lubricate it. Reina bore down, the head popping into Mira’s tight pussy.
Mira’s thrill at the first touch of the cockhead made her thrust her hips to meet it. She felt herself stretch as the widening shaft filled her. Reina kissed Mira’s breasts, and she bore down, sinking the fake dick deeper, until she felt the cock bottom out, confirmed by the sharp gasp from Mira.
Reina began pulling it out, then thrusting it back. Each time the latex phallus bumped Mira’s cervix, the pain quickly gave way to waves of pleasure. She whimpered when Reina pulled the strap almost all the way out, then started a rapid thrusting, only a couple of inches pistoning in and out. Reina was skilled with the strap, shallow and fast, deeper and slow, all the way in for the cervix bumps.
“Don’t,” Mira grunted, “Stop,” A moan, “fucking” a gasp as the cockhead hit her cervix, “MEEE.” Mira wailed as she came, her stomach undulating in waves. Reina kept it up, prolonging the white-haired woman’s climax. The bed under them held a pool of Mira’s fluids. Mira came down, Reina having withdrawn the strap. They kissed, and Mira felt a strange urging.
“Is there lube?”
Reina smiled and opened a small cabinet built into the seat in front of the sleeper. She handed the bottle to Mira.
“Now, does this plane have an autopilot?”
Reina nodded.
“Good. Go up there and send Rick back so you can fuck Xavier. Unless you want your husband to breed me.”
Reina kissed Mira on the nose and disappeared. Mira lay back, slowly stroking her clit.
Rick stripped off his tie as he strode down the aisle of the private jet, halfway to the cockpit. A pale leg caught his attention: Mira’s leg hung lazily in the aisle. The closer he got, the more he saw. Mira was naked, one hand on her pussy, gently rubbing.
He stripped, his pulse kicking up as he watched her fingers move. The way her hips tilted just slightly, the way her free hand curled into the leather seat, he felt himself get hard.
“Rick,” she breathed. The air smelled like the peachy scent of her perfume, mingling with the excited woman’s scent. She tossed the lube bottle at him.
“Reina just fucked my pussy so good.” Her fingers circled lazily now, teasing herself, teasing him. “Now I need my ass plowed.”
The bed creaked as she shifted, lifting her hips, spreading herself wider… He could see everything: the flush coloring her chest, the way her toes curled when she pressed two fingers inside herself, the wet shine between her thighs. She pulled her legs back effortlessly, knees on shoulders, feet dangling. Her position exposed her completely, pink and ready, the tight pucker of her asshole just inches from where her fingers worked. She let out a shaky moan, breathless.
Rick stepped closer, his large cock already standing 7 inches proud. Mira stared with lust as her fingers slid free with a wet sound, glistening under the cabin’s lights. She reached down, smearing her slickness over her ass, her other hand still idly circling her clit.
“You gonna stare all day?” she taunted, moving her hips so her ass lifted higher. The scent of her sex filled the space between them. He uncapped the lube. The lube filled his palm before he fisted his cock, slicking his rampant pole. He poured lube over her bud, spreading it with his cockhead.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, her asshole winking as she clenched her muscles.
Rick fitted the head to her ass and went deep on his first thrust. His cockhead popped through her tight ring. Mira groaned, fighting then welcoming the intrusion with a shudder.
“God…!” The word cracked in her throat as he pushed deeper, the stretch burning, exquisite.
He could feel her ass clench around him, her body resisting and welcoming at the same time. His rhythm was punishing from the start, slamming into her, rocking her body. Mira’s cries got louder, interrupted by sharp gasps of breath each time he bottomed out. Mira’s ass stretched to take every inch of his intruding meat. She’d stopped touching her clit, and her hands spread her ass wide. The scent of sex and lube filled the recycled cabin air. From the front, a squeal announced Reina was cumming.
Rick reached out, his hand grabbing a fist of hair, pulling her forward in an obscene crunch. “You’re… fuck… so tight,” he groaned.
Her body tensed, and with a hiss, he thrust deeper, the friction intensifying. Her stretched ass gripped his thick cock tightly as they moved together. Mira cried out, her hips jerking, the urgency for relief becoming unbearable. Rick fucked her hard, the slap of his balls accompanied by Mira’s sobs of pleasure.
His violation of her ass was bringing both pleasure and pain, and Mira loved it. She could feel a white-hot fire building in her belly, her vision blurring.
“So close,” Mira groaned.
Rick moaned, pulling her hair.
“Not yet.”
He pulled out almost completely, leaving just the tip inside, and she nearly sobbed at the loss before he slammed back in, making Mira scream. Her nails scraped against the bed, her hips bucking against his thrusting pelvis.
The stretch was burning, and her asshole tightened. Rick never stopped, the wet sound of his cock reaming her ass obscene. Mira panted, her throat raw from the screams she couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck!” Her thighs shook, her eyes bulged, her entire body tight as a bowstring. Mira screamed, “Plow me, fuck me, fuck my ass!”
Rick’s control gave out. She could feel him slow; his groan was feral as he buried himself to the hilt. The first pulse of his cum was like lava, searing her bowels, his cock pumping cum inside her, hot and thick. Mira whimpered, her own climax hovering just out of reach.
“Come on,” he snarled, “take it.”
She slapped down hard on her clit, setting herself off. She clenched so hard, Rick thought she would cut his cock off. He rammed her again and again, firing ropes of cum deep into her throbbing ass. Both of them were clocked in the rictus of an intense orgasm. Slowly, they relaxed, and Rick pulled his softening cock from her gaping asshole. Exhausted, Mira fell asleep in a puddle of bodily fluid.
She woke, feeling sore and sticky. Reina and Xavier sat naked, watching her. Reina handed Mira a scotch. They drank the alcohol, feeling its warmth in their bellies.
“You are a very bad girl,” Xavier said, sitting in the window seat. Reina pulled her up and shoved her face-first across the aisle seat, her head inches from Xavier’s thigh. Mira’s eyes widened as she took in his cock, easily 9, possibly 11 inches, and fat, it would be like fucking herself with an arm.
“Bad Mira sucks cocks,” Reina whispered.
Mira raised up, grabbing the snake and opening her mouth wide. He was impossibly big; she could not believe she had watched Reina take him down her throat. She got the head to the back of her throat when Reina’s hand slapped her ass hard.
“Suck him harder!”
Mira got onto her hands and knees, trying to take more of Xavier down her throat. Another crack against her ass.
“Deeper!”
Her asscheeks burning, she tried to force more of Xavier down her throat. She managed to get 7 inches down, bobbing her head up and down, her throat squeezing him. Reina rewarded the white-haired woman with a couple of fingers in her pussy. Mira pulled off, working his head and jerking the long shaft. Xavier reached under, pulling and twisting her tit. Reina began alternating, fingers in her pussy and sharp slaps. Mira trembled as she began to feel the orgasm come. Xavier had his hand on the back of her head, thrusting his cock back down her throat. He came, coating her tonsils with his seed. She tried to swallow it, but it flooded out of her mouth. Reina saw this and responded with several sharp spanks, Mira moaning around the cock in her mouth. Reina roughly spanked Mira’s clit, and she came, shuddering.
“Hate to spoil the fun back there, but we’ve got about an hour to landing.” Rick drawled over the intercom.
Xavier cleaned up first; he needed to be in the cockpit. Mira and Reina showered together. It was tight, but they enjoyed themselves. The rugged cliffs of Diamond Head loomed outside the window before they landed in Honolulu, taxiing straight into a hangar.
A black limo with a small logo, an L wrapped by a DNA strand, was standing by. Mira deplaned, and a man in a black suit opened the door. Mira waited as Rick, Reina, and Xavier joined her.
“Miss Lyric—”
She cut the man off with a hand.
“You have instructions to take me somewhere. I’m changing those instructions. I want a beachfront room, with beds for four.”
The madman took off his sunglasses, his eyes flashing. “You can’t—”
Mira raised her hand. “Fine.” She turned to Rick. “How long to gas this thing up and get me back to New York?”
Sunglasses looked worried. “I have strict—”
Mira shot him a look. “Unless you are ready to kidnap me in front of witnesses, you will do as I say or I leave. Make up your mind.” She turned to Reina. “What’s a really good hotel?”
“Halekulani is where I would stay if I could afford it.”
Mira glared at Sunglasses until she caught his eye. “The Halekulani. And make it a suite.”
Stricken, Sunglasses gestured them into the car and jumped into the front seat. As the car moved down the access road, they could hear half of a phone conversation with the Halekulani hotel. The foursome helped themselves to some fine scotch as the limo whisked them to the hotel.
“One thing’s for sure, tomorrow sure is going to be interesting,” Mira mused as the limo pulled up in front of the hotel.
