Flying to Las Vegas

I called Giada asking her when she was going to Las Vegas again. She replied when she finished taping a show in Atlanta. I asked her join me on my private jet. Giada unfolded herself from the seat and sidled past my knees to the aisle. She hated commerical airline travel, because there is never enough room. As she made it into the aisle, Giada adjusted the skirt of the dress she is wearing. She always travels in skirts or dresses because jeans got so uncomfortable after a long time sitting. Giada made her way to the bathroom and set her palms on the sink, leaning in toward the mirror. She didn’t need to use the facilities; she just needed a moment to stretch. She had her eyes shut and is rolling her head back and forth, trying to stretch out the kink that had formed there, when she hears the rattle of the latch.

” Occupied,” she calls, not opening her eyes. ” Actually, it’s not, but it’s about to be,” came a gravelly voice from behind her. ” John!” Giada whirls around. ” How did you get in here?” She recoils against the small shelf of the sink, trying to leave as much space as possible between them. ” You didn’t lock the door,” I replied. ” You’ve got to be more careful these days.” I lean toward her. ” What are you—” Giada, begins, but is cut off when my rough hands grip her shoulders spinning her around to face the mirror again. In one smooth move I gather both her wrists in one of my hands clamping my other hand over her mouth. I quickly tied her wrists together behind her back with her scarf—she’d left it on her seat when she went to the bathroom. Giada struggles, but she is no match for me. My body surrounds hers, and my hand is tightly pressed to her mouth. Facing the mirror, I reach my hand around Giada’s body burrowing it into the top of her dress. I tug the stretchy material down over her breasts, exposing the mounds, held high and tight in a lacy bra. I reach into one of the cups and pop her breast free, where it jiggled a little. Her dusky pink nipple hardens in the cool air of the lavatory.

” Oh yes,” I growled, pinching her nipple. She squeals behind my hand squirming to get loose, but that made her breasts bounce harder, jiggling wildly. ” Now the other,” I said, reaching into the other cup to expose that breast too. Now Giada is completely bare-breasted in the small room, her tied hands arching her back, sending her round ass back into my formidable bulge in my pants. I’m roughly massaging Giada’s nipples, flicking and pinching them. They are getting harder and harder, and redder. Giada tries to ignore the bolts of sensations flashing from her intensely stimulated nipples to her clit. She wants to hate what I’m doing, wants to hate me for violating her so blatantly. But my fingers feel so good, my hand calloused and cupping her breast. I roughly palm her right breast, massaging and rubbing simultaneously, Giada gives up the fight. Her moans of protest change as she feels wetness flooding her pussy, soaking her panties. Rather than protesting, Giada is now moaning in pleasure, as she presses her ass back into my hard cock, begging for more with her body.

” That’s it, Giada,” I groan into her ear. ” I knew you’d love it. I knew you missed me. I you needed me.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. Giada cries out at the sharp pleasure, but the sound is still muffled by my hand. ” Do you want me to touch your pussy?” I ask her, still rubbing and plucking at her over sensitized breasts. She nods violently, spreading her legs as far as she can apart. ” Do you want me to stop touching your tits?” I ask. She shakes her head emphatically. She never wants me to stop touching her. ” Will you scream if I take my hand away?” Our eyes met in the mirror, and I see she is weighing the decision in her mind. She thought about how much I’d scared her, how deeply I had already violated her. But then she thought about how incredible it feels to have me playing with her nipples, as I’m still doing, and how dripping wet her pussy is. Slowly, she shook her head no. I pull my hand slowly from her mouth, ready to cover it again at a moment’s notice. ” Please, John,” Giada moans quietly. I jerk up her dress, exposing her lacy pink panties. There is a dark spot at the crotch where her cunt has already soaked the material. I grip the lace with my hand ripping it away, tearing the delicate cloth to shreds and exposing her bare pussy. I run my rough finger up the slit, barely parting the folds. She moans quietly as I rub her ass on my hard cock through my jeans. My left hand never stops moving from one breast to the other, rolling and pinching and rubbing, keeping the unbearably intense sensations coming one on top of the other.

I suddenly plunge my finger into her soaking pussy, my palm pressed to her clit. She inhales sharply and froze an instant before rolling her hips forward to press her clit harder against my calloused palm. I work a second finger into her tight cunt, working them back and forth, still flicking and pinching her now ruby red nipples. When I work a third finger into her, she gasps and convulses around my hand. She wanted to shout out her pleasure, but I covered her mouth fast enough to muffle the sound. ” Do you know why I have to get you so hot?” I whisper roughly into her ear as I fumble with my zipper. Giada is lost in a pleasure-filled haze, still coming down from her incredible climax. She can’t get her mind in order enough to speak. ” It’s cause I’m fucking enormous and painfully hard,” I growl, then plunge my huge cock inside her still-streaming pussy. She draws in air to scream, but again I act quickly to muffle her. Giada feels like she is being crammed full, her cunt stretched so tight around my enormous cock that she feels it throbbing inside her. Her cunt muscles clenching tightly on it and she feels like she is going to pass out from the pleasure/pain.

” Ready for more?” I ask roughly, and didn’t wait for the answer. I thrust into her again, shoving another few inches of my cock deeper into her pussy. Giada barely has a moment to think there’s more?! before she is coming so violently she blacks out. When she came to a moment later, I’m roughly thrusting in and out of her stretched pussy, the wet slurping sounds echoing in the room. I’m jerking back on her hips, pulling her into my thrusts so I can go deeper inside of her. Giada came again when I reach down to strum her clit with my thumb. After her cunt relaxes, I pick up the pace of my thrusts. I feel her exhausted pussy fluttering around my swollen cock, and I love it. She is soaking wet, cushy and soft, as I want to fuck her till I died. I wrap one arm around her waist to jerk her back harder onto my cock, then reaching up to pinch a rock-hard nipple. Giada came again, her pussy squeezing my cock so hard I thought it would strangle it, and this time I came with her. I tensed unloading a load of cum inside her, pumping my hot seed deep into her, thrusting in short, hard strokes all the while.

When I’m done, I tuck my cock back into my jeans turning Giada around. She is limp and dazed from her pleasure. I lean down to her bare breasts and latch my mouth around one nipple, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around the peak. She gasps and moans, arching her back. I treat the other tip to the same treatment, then leave her gasping. ” I’ll leave you to freshen up. I’m not not done with you. We will continue at the hotel.” I said smugly as I left the bathroom. The last thing I saw as I shut the door is Marcy’s dazed expression, her diamond-hard nipples and my cum dripping down her inner thighs from her wet pussy.

We arrive at the Cromwell Boutique Luxury hotel and checked in. Giada walked down the hotel hallway, admiring the features that made the complex luxurious and welcoming. This is nothing compared to the welcoming she feels by the hand that grasps hers. She looks up into my steely eyes and smiles. Again, they are alone. To roam, to discover, to explore, to satisfy.