Seduction 32

Seduction 32

The men escort me out to a long limousine.  They help me into the back seat.  Three of the four climb in beside me. 

One man seems to be in charge, which makes sense of course.  His eyes look directly into mine.  I feel his dominance.  I sense the raw power of his personality.  I feel submissive to him.  I wonder if he will try to dink me for free, or if he has morals, therefore takes nothing free.  I find myself wondering how these men are chosen for duty.

The limousine doesn’t even slow down as it sweeps through the normally guarded and locked gate that lies on the backside of the local airport. 

The stretch vehicle drives directly toward a rather large jet that is parked pointing out toward the runway entrance.  The vehicle stops silently next to the jet’s pull down door.

Mr. Macho lead guy opens the door then extends his hand to me; I take it and alight.  The man’s eyes do not glance down at my naked genitalia that become fully exposed as I exit the car.  The cool breeze makes me shudder.

I am assisted up the plane’s entry stair by two of the men.  I can’t help but notice how strong they are, how powerful their grip. 

The interior is sumptuous!  WOW!

I am directed to a seat that has a window view.  Mr. Boss sits across from me.  The doorway closes and the plane moves forward.  In minutes we are airborne and screaming toward our cruising altitude. 

I am asleep when Mr. Boss wakens me.  “I need to do a cavity search, sweetie.  Please stand up and spread your legs as widely as you can.”

I do so and his fingers delve into my bunny, searching every part of her. 

Then he bends me over and inserts his lubricated fingers into my anus.  He goes deep.  He has long fingers!  He probes for a few moments. 

He washes his hands, then opens my mouth, running his fingers between my gums and teeth.

His fingers unzip my dress.  He pulls the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the eyes of the other men.  My nipples extend and harden as they all stare at me. His hands maul and squeeze my boobs.  He pulls my nipples, hard, to see if they are firmly attached. 

I find myself wondering if a woman really could carry explosives in her boobies. 

“Nice tits,” he says.  “And I love that bull’s-eye on your asshole.  On the way back I’m going fuck the shit out of you.  Then let the other guys fuck you too.  Might even let the pilots come by and make a deposit in that fine cunt of yours!”  He grins as he swats my tittie.  He watches it wobbling as he says, “Don't worry, we’ve already paid Misty for full service!”

The other men grin lasciviously as they stare at my nakedness.  “FULL service!” one of them says.

The “Buckle Up” sign glows and I sit down, my titties still bared to their prurient view.  All four men stare at my girls until it’s time to disembark. 

After we land, Mr. Boss zips my dress back up.

I smile to myself as I see their erections bulging their trousers.  One guy looks like his is obscenely thick.  He smiles at me as he helps me walk down the steps.  “It really is as thick as it looks, sweetheart!  Hope that hubby of yours is ready for you to come home all stretched out!”

On the car trip to our destination, Mr. Boss gives me the full rundown of how I am to behave, what I can and can’t do, and even a bit of what to expect.  Whoever I have been sold to is definitely a kinky person! 

By then we are pulling through the gate at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.