Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2001 18:48:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Tamara J <yellowjacket379@yahoo.com> Subject: Steven stays home I am bent over my desk as 12-year-old Steven slams his cock in and out of my cunt, while 9-year-old Toni kneels on my blotter and fingers my ass. I am cumming like crazy when the phone rings. Why does the phone always ring just as Steven is squirting his jism into me? Amanda has been mopping the hall floor, but drops her mop to answer the phone. "Hello?" She looks up where I have toned my screams of ecstasy down to desperate moans. "I'm afraid my Mistress is busy right now. May I take a message?" I am still in the throes of my orgasm, as I can see Amanda reach for a pen. Ten minutes later, little Toni has finished sucking Steven's cum from my cunt, and is licking the remainder from his cock. I have slumped down in the luxury office chair behind my desk, and Amanda approaches me with her note from the phone call. "Mistress, your partner Darah wants to consult with you face-to-face. She wants you to visit a small factory called Eros Lingerie. Apparently they just got a huge number of contracts, and they want to borrow some money from Sapphco. They want you to visit the factory, and decide about the loan. The company jet will be at the local airport in 2 hours." I have never rejected a summons from my partner Darah, because she did a lot of the leg-work to establish our world-wide women's credit union Sapphco. So in spite of my orgasmic-induced exhaustion I drag myself out of my chair, and order Amanda to get Crissy so that the two of them can pack my suitcase. Everything is ready within an hour, and since Crissy is the only one of my slaves old enough to have a driver's license, I require her to drive me to the airport. There we park my limo, and transfer our luggage to the private jet owned by Sapphco. Of course, the company has a policy of only employing women, so the 12-seat corporate jet has a crew of female pilot, co-pilot and cabin attendant. I would never travel without at least one of my sex-slaves, and Crissy is cumming with me. We are about to greet the crew of 3 with handshakes, but I pull the Captain toward me and kiss her hard. She is in her mid-twenties, with bright blonde hair that must have cum from a bottle. The Captain has massive tits, encased in a bra that thrusts them hard into me. Meanwhile, Crissy follows my example, by gathering the co-pilot in her arms. The co-pilot is a small woman with short red curls, a few freckles, and a huge smile. Both the Captain and the co-pilot are dressed in the traditional aviator's uniform of starched white shirt, black mini-skirt, black hose, and sensible black shoes. The cabin attendant, on the other hand, is dressed all in sheer black; a bustier, panties, garter-belt and hose, and almost impossibly high stiletto heels. The Captain tells me that it will take an hour to service the aircraft, refueling, checking various oil and lubrication joints, and so on. Ooohh, that is fine with me. I do want to check this woman's lubrication joints, especially the compression factors between her landing gear. Ever so slowly, I begin to sink down to my knees, in the narrow isle between the seats. I use my very first sexual talent to flick the buttons from her starched white blouse, exposing a lovely lace push-up bra, maintaining her massive mammaries. It is too much for me to resist. Before even finishing unbuttoning her blouse, my teeth are clamped on her out-thrust nipples, sucking for all they are worth. "Let me get this thing off." The pilot mutters, as she reaches behind herself to release her Madonna-style bullet bra, and lets it fall away. Her giant tits hardly sag at all, and my mouth attacks them immediately. My ass comes to rest on the arm of one of the airplane seats, perhaps not quite as comfortable as I would have liked, but leaving my mouth exactly at our Captain's nipple level. I slide my hand up her leg, under her mini-skirt, and feel that she is wearing thigh-high stockings and string bikini briefs. She moans loudly as my fingers push up against her crotch, forcing the fabric of her panties up into her cunt. -------------------------- Uh, my name is Steven, and today is the first day since I came to live with Mistress Gloria, that she has gone away on a business trip. She has left me with Toni and Amanda. Toni is a brat, but she has also lived here longer than me or Amanda, and that means that she is in charge. Amanda is way cool, and always helps me scrub the floors and clean the windows and stuff. She's always grabbing my cock and playing with it, which can slow down our work a lot, but I don't care. Mistress Gloria doesn't seem to care either, and she always has a little smile when she watches Amanda suck me off. Toni wastes no time asserting her authority. "Steven!" she yells, "Get over here! I need to pee!" This is in the middle of me cleaning the gym equipment with Windex and a soft cloth. She orders me to lie down where I usually do bench presses. The bar-bell is right above the top of my head, resting in its steel frame. Toni grasps it to steady herself as she straddles my face. "Look out Steven, 'cause here it cums!" The girl cries. I have a choice. I can let the brat pee on my face, with her urine running down to soak the carpet and maybe up my nose until I gag. Or I can open my mouth to drink it all down. Not wanting the extra work of cleaning the rug, I choose plan B. Moments later, a stream of piss erupts from between Toni's pussy lips. Toni is an expert, and she squirts straight into my mouth. I swallow, again and again, until she is done. The next part, I am used to. Mistress Gloria will have no toilet tissue in the house, so I have licked her clean after pissing many times, and I have done the same for all 3 of the girl slaves. So I reach up and grab Toni's skinny hips, guiding her back and forth as I lick from her bum hole to her little clitty. Each time, I spend a bit more time sucking the nub of her pre-pubescent clitoris. Toni screams, and wriggles her hairless slit down harder onto my mouth, until a tiny trickle of girlie cum oozes out, to wash away the taste of her pee. It tastes so sweet, that I decide she can be my mini-dominatrix any time she wants. Toni dismounts from my face, and I can see Amanda standing in the doorway, with a smirk on her face that tells me she has witnessed the whole thing. She is wearing the uniform of the day: black thigh-high stockings, and a half bra that pushes up her tits while leaving her pale pink nipples totally exposed. I too am wearing thigh-highs, but mine are green. Mistress Gloria has given me a sheer green tube top, with little white flowers embroidered on it, instead of a bra. I think she is trying to make me look like a girl, but as I lie there on the bench, my flat chest and 8" cock sticking straight up make it unlikely she will succeed. Amanda tells me, "Don't move." Then she walks over, straddles me just as Toni did, but lower, and slowly lowers herself onto my flag-pole. The only person in the house I haven't fucked is Toni, and that is because Mistress thinks she is too young. But I have licked her pussy lots of times and that of every guest who has cum here. Of all my fellow slaves, Amanda has the tightest cunt. She is trying to learn from Mistress how to make her pussy muscles ripple, so she can make me cum inside her without her appearing to move. This is obviously going to be another practice session. -------------------------------- The aircraft has two seats on one side and one on the other. They are arranged with the first row facing backwards toward the second, and the third facing the fourth. It is not efficient, but it is luxurious. Crissy lays the co-pilot down on one of the doubles, then lifts the hem of her tiny skirt. She finds that the redhead is wearing panty hose, and begins to shred the crotch with her teeth, as I have taught her that panty hose are nothing but ways to hold infections inside a girl's pussy. The cabin attendant slides smoothly into the seat facing where Crissy is on her knees before the co-pilot. She has only to lift my fuck-slut's skirt, to be presented with Crissy's lovely ass and pink puckered anus. Seconds later Crissy is on the receiving end of the attendant's tongue. I return my attention to sucking the Captain's tits. Her aureolae are small, but the nub is thrust out almost an inch, which is probably why she wears that crazy bullet-bra. Meanwhile I am furiously finger fucking her, ramming the crotch of her panties up inside her cunt, and making them tight across her clit, which my thumb hits with every stroke. Soon the Captain is cumming, and her co-pilot is howling her passion as Crissy's tongue jabs through the new jagged hole in her panty-hose. "Excuse me?" We all freeze at the new voice that means we no longer have privacy. I whirl around, leaving the Captain's tits exposed, and her cum-soaked panties crammed up inside her cunt. The cabin attendant jumps up, leaving Crissy's naked ass in the air. But Crissy makes me proud of her. She just keeps on sucking the co-pilot's clit, as the red-head suddenly tries not to cry out so loud. The intruder is obviously surprised at the scene. Like the Captain, she seems to be in her mid to late 20s, but her short blonde curls look natural, and her eyes are a brilliant blue. But she is a woman of courage, and carries on, "Is this the Sapphco plane that's going to the airport near Eros Lingerie?" I admit that this is true, and she continues, "My daughter found a notice on her computer that Eros is looking for models for its new line of junior lingerie, and we can't afford regular plane tickets. Could we cum along for the ride?" I glance at the Captain, who responds without trying to cover up her tits, "It's well within weight limits, as long as you don't have very much luggage. This plane was designed for 12 passengers, and so far we only have 2." "Just these." the woman shows us two small scuffed gym bags. Then the Captain looked back at me. As long as the Captain says it is safe, it is up to me as a director of the company that owns the plane to say if someone else can cum with us. I consider the request for a moment. The flight will be between 2 and 3 hours. I make up my mind just as a small chime rings throughout the cabin. The Captain says, "15 minutes from scheduled take-off time. Andrea, lets get through the cockpit checks." The little red-head bounces up from the passenger seat, and follows the Captain toward the front of the jet, leaving Crissy kneeling with a face smeared with pussy juice. I tell the new woman, "As long as you both understand that this airplane is owned by a company of lesbians, and you are both prepared to participate in lesbian sex during the flight, you may cum aboard." The pretty blonde replies, "Uh, I don't know much about lesbian sex, and my daughter knows even less, but I guess we could give it a try." She turns around and speaks to her daughter, whom we haven't even seen yet, "Daphne, the lady on the plane says we can go with them if we have sex with them. Do you still want to go?" I can hear a small voice answer, but can't make out the words. Then the woman says, "Yes, sex is a grown-up thing, but if you want to be a lingerie model, maybe you need to be a grown-up. This was your idea after all." -------------------- This is Steven again. I miss my Mistress already. Toni is so sweet, but she seems to be on a power trip. And I really like Amanda, because she really works hard, and seems to like working close to me. Right now, she is settled down on my cock, and I can feel her clenching down on me, then releasing me, and that is really cool. But she hasn't yet got the hang of Mistress' way of rippling her cunt muscles up and down. I really want her to just move a little bit so she can make me cum, but she has this look of intense concentration, like she is trying to do what Mistress has told her. I used to think my priapism was a curse, but Mistress has taught me that it is a blessing. And with Amanda working so hard, I start twitching my cock inside her vagina. "Oh, Steven!" she screams, "Oh Yes!" Amanda's vagina starts squeezing and releasing my cock, but still without the rippling motion Mistress has been trying to teach her. Oh well, there is always tomorrow's practice, as Amanda starts to ride me up and down in a way that is guaranteed to make me cum.