0 comments/ 30302 views/ 4 favorites Desiring Desirae By: adoration I had just got the Boeing 747-400 up to our cruising altitude of 35,000 feet, about 25 minutes out of Los Angeles International, when there was a tap on the cockpit door, followed by the delightful blonde stew, Debbie, with coffee for myself, First Office Smith and Flight Engineer Brown. "Thanks Debbie, just what the doctor ordered," I smiled, accepting my black coffee. "No problem, Captain Cockburn," she replied, which was a tad formal since until about a month ago I'd been having a raging affair with her. I've been separated from my wife of 10 years for a couple of months now, and at 40 I was enjoying playing the field. Debbie was one of the field! We'd broken up when she moved in with a stew from Delta and was now enjoying a passionate lesbian affair. We airline people tend to get around! I'd better not tell you the name of our airline, since we'll be breaking a few FAA rules in this story, but hey - show me a crew that doesn't! I'd put the Boeing on automatic pilot and we'd all settled back to monitor the flight to the Hawaiian Islands - Honolulu International is about five hours 25 minutes from LAX. "Er, captain," said Debbie, as she was about to leave. "There's a woman in first class who says she's keen to see what happens up at the sharp end. I think she may be some kind of star - she's certainly getting a lot of passenger attention," said the pert little blonde. "What's her name, Deb?" I asked, adopting the diminutive form of her name we had used when I was fucking her. "The manifest says she's Desirae Spencer," said Debbie. Desirae Spencer! Since I'd become sort of single again, I'd been doing a bit of surfing on the net and lingerie model and pornstar Desirae Spencer was one of the hottest numbers on it. She's got shortish blonde hair, which frames her stunning face superbly. Deep brown eyes. A lovely mouth, perfect for you-know-what. Firm, pert breasts - at 34 inches not the biggest in the world, but definitely not the smallest. A really cute arse, and a tight little pussy with just a hint of pubic hair at her mons. But it's her legs that are the really stunning thing about her. You've heard the old saying "legs that go on for ever". Well, Desirae Spencer's go on for longer than that! She's five feet nine inches tall and in the lovely platform boots or high heeled shoes she wears, she stands around 6 foot one. Desirae Spencer equals absolute stunner! "Never heard of her," I told Debbie. "But whistle her up here in a couple of minutes and we'll do the old PR routine for her." When Debbie had left, I turned to the first officer, an eyebrow raised. "Never heard of her, either," he said - honestly, by the look of it. I eyed Brown, who was checking all his fuel gauges and usage times. "Nah, dunno her," he said. "Anyway blondes I can leave alone. I prefer black women." Indeed, he did. He's married to a stunning Nigerian woman. Just then, came a knock on the door and Debbie ushered in a hugely attractive blonde, wearing a crisp white blouse, with bumps in all the correct places, and searingly blue, tight jeans. I half turned in my seat and gave her my "Come up and see me sometime" grin. "Hi," I said, holding out a hand which I hoped wasn't trembling too much, "I'm Rex Cockburn - that's cock and burn, only it's pronounced Coburn." This vision of loveliness shook my hand in a strong grip. "Hi Captain Rex Coburn," she smiled, "so this is where all the work gets done?" "No, nothing like it," I laughed. "Most of the work is all the trolley pushing, meal serving and drinks pouring that goes on behind us. We just get this beast up in the air and hopefully down again, but in between take-off and landing we just sit around and drink coffee all day!" She smiled at my little joke and it was warm enough to melt me to a dribble - a dribble except for that bulge in my pants, which was threatening to burst through my uniform's trousers! She stood between my seat and the first officer's and looked at all the dials and gauges. "So these tell you what the jumbo's doing?" she asked. "Sorry, Ms Spencer," I smiled, "but we never refer to this plane as a 'jumbo' - that's just an infuriating term invented by the media. I think you'll find that most people who fly this beauty refer to it as Big Bird." She smiled at me again. "Big Bird - I like that, I'll remember it whenever I see one overhead. Now, what do all these things tell you?" I ran through the beginner's guide to the sharp end of the 747 and then checked my watch. "They'll be serving lunch back there any minute. Tell you what?" "What, captain?" she smiled at me. "If you really want to see three guys at work, I'll get Debbie to give you a call when we start our finals approach into Honolulu - say 30 minutes before landing. You can sit in the jump seat and get one of the best views in the house." She beamed at me. "Oh that's the most marvellous offer I've had in ages," she laughed. "I'll see you later." And with a quick turn and leaving behind a marvellous waft of Joy, by Jean Patou, she started to leave. "Oh, by the way, Ms Spencer," I added, "I'm a great fan!" She smiled a sort of "We've got a secret" smile and was gone. As soon as the cockpit door shut, Smith burst into giggles. "Hey, skipper, what the fuck was all that 'I'm a great fan' bullshit," he leered. "Hey, nothing wrong with turning on a bit of the old charm," I grinned in reply. "Anyway, what did you think?" Smith leered again. "Miss Hottie Tottie 2006 is what I think. Fuck, she's so fuckin' horny. What a woman!" I looked back at Brownie. "Very impressive," he replied, "but I'm still a black bird man." It was getting on for 4pm local time, when Debbie ushered the gorgeous blonde into the cockpit for her second visit. I indicated the jump seat behind mine, and the fact that there was a headset hanging on a hook, which allowed her to listen in to the chat between Honolulu tower and Smith. "There's Honolulu down there," I pointed out to the beautiful blonde. On the left hand side of the plane was the city, with its crowded beaches and deep blue sea. Smith indicated I could take over. "I have control," I said, and banked the Big Bird into a big left turn, allowing a great view down over the city before we levelled up for the glide down to the runway. Now, between you and me, landing a 747 under our company's rules is pretty easy - it runs along the lines of get the fucker on the deck as quick as you can, only don't bounce it and don't break it. But I have to admit that for our cockpit guest, I was really fucking trying! As Brown called out the descent from 100 feet in 10s, and from 10 in singles, I was concentrating like crazy. Then, when Brownie went from "one" to "zero", I smeared that big fucker in and held the nose up as long as I could, before allowing the nose wheels to kiss the tarmac. I even impressed Smithy! After we'd wheeled the Boeing into the gate - and it takes an eternity at Honolulu to get to the fucker, sometimes - I turned and unhitched my harness. "Well, Ms Spencer," I smiled, doing my best "Right Stuff" drawl, "hope you enjoyed that!" She beamed another body melting smile at me. "It's the best fun I've had with my clothes on for years," she replied. Then she stood and held out her right hand very formally. "Thank-you captain," and I felt some paper in her palm. I transferred it to my shirt's top left breast pocket in what I hoped was a natural move. She turned to Smith and waved "Great flight, thanks", then smiled at Brownie and was gone. Smithy unlatched his harness and let out a whooosh sound: "Oh fuck, I'm in love." I busied myself, filling in all the necessary stuff after our flight, making a special note about the fact that the back of my seat had an annoying bump in it and could somebody fucking well fix it, then prepared to leave. Smithy and Brownie left before me, in a hurry. They were due to fly back the next afternoon and wanted to get changed and into Waikiki's bars and fleshpots. I, on the other hand, was staying for a week's leave and had all the time in the world. When I had the cockpit to myself, I checked the paper I'd been given. The message was simple. A hotel name - by magnificent coincidence the same place I was booked into for the week - was scrawled on the scrap of paper, below it the initials DS. I stared at it for a moment or two, then stuffed it into my pocket, all the while thinking to myself "You lucky fucker, you lucky fucker!" I ignored the crew minibus and got a cab into Waikiki and checked into the hotel, stripped, showered, then lay back on my bed, stroking my eight-inch erection and thinking of Desirae! Then I picked up the phone and asked for her room. The phone rang and rang. Damn! She'd gone out. I pulled on a freshly laundered white shirt, Ralph Lauren slacks, a pair of brand-new Sperry Top Siders and went up to the hotel's superb top deck bar, with its wonderful views along Waikiki Beach towards Diamond Head. At the bar I ordered a maitai - when in Rome, as it were - and then, down the end of the bar, smiling at me was this vision in a tight green dress. I moved down and took the stool next to her. She grinned: "Well, if it isn't my favourite airline pilot - how's it goin', Captain Cock." Then a laugh: "Oh, sorry, Captain Cock Burn." I grinned back at her. "You can call me Rex, if I can call you Desirae," I said. She sipped on her long drink. "Tell me, Rex, what you said back on the flight - are you really a fan of mine?" I nodded. "You're the spunkiest, sexiest woman I've ever seen on the internet. I think you're gorgeous," I told her, with absolute honesty and sincerity. "You flying back to the mainland tomorrow?" she asked. "Nah," I said, "I'm on a week's leave and then I passenger back in eight days. And you?" Desirae sucked once more on her drink. "I'm here to do a photo shoot, some bikini stuff, with a friend who lives here now. I'm here for a week as well. What say we get together?" I looked into her dark brown eyes and could hardly believe my ears. "I'd love to," I answered. "OK, Rex," she said, obviously making up her mind about something. "You claim to be a fan, so I'll ask you two questions. Get the answers right and we'll get it on." Again, I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "Shoot," I said, as convincingly as I could. "What's my favourite food and what's my favourite position." I looked out to sea, where the orange-tinted sun was doing its rapid dip into the water on the edge of the horizon. "Food - Japanese," I said. "Very good," grinned the luscious blonde. "Position - doggy style," I added. Desirae Spencer downed her drink, dabbed a paper napkin to her lips and said: "Let's go fuck!" To be continued... Desiring Desirae Ch. 02 Desirae Spencer used the credit card entry system to get into her suite and stepped in. "Help yourself to a drink, Captain Cock," she grinned, "and when I get back from getting myself prettied up you'd better be naked on that bed and erect!" I mixed myself a fuckin' huge Bacardi Gold and coke and was stripped and lying back on the bed before you could say "Permission to taxi"! Like I said earlier, I'm no porno star, but I've got an eight-inch, circumcised cock that I've never had any complaints about, even from my bitch of a wife. I was stroking it to full hardness when I heard a voice from the bathroom. "Nice cock, Captain Cock," she said and I drank in the most stunningly erotic sight I've ever seen. My favourite pornstar was framed in the doorway leading into the bedroom, the light playing on her lovely blonde hair, sort of haloing it, if you get my drift. But it was the outfit that Desirable Desirae was wearing that had me reaching for the oxygen mask! I think it's what them lingerie catalogues call "play suits", 'cos you can play around in 'em without taking the fuckin' things off! It was made of shiny red satin and the straps around her shoulders went to the cup section, only the cups lifted her lovely 34-inchers into great uplift without covering 'em! Then, below the cups, a narrow strip of red gleamed down the middle of her torso to the panty part. The panties were cut high on her hips, but they ended where her light brown "landing strip" of fuzz started. Her pussy lips were gleaming in the light. She was wearing a pair of red platform shoes and those legs - like I said, much longer than "go on forever"! Desirae swivelled to give me a rear view. There was just the straps around her shoulders, then this gorgeous expanse of back and the back of the panties, only when she bent over on display, as it were, I saw that the crotchless part came all the way back to reveal her tidy little puckered brown anus. She walked to the side of the bed, smiling down at Captain Stupid, gawping like an idiot. Slipping out of her shoes, she said: "Well, Captain Cock, care to fly me?" Then she was on the bed and in my arms and we were kissing. She was one of those "hungry" fuckin' kissers, as I call 'em, nibbling at my mouth, my ear lobes, my neck, my cheeks, giving me little pecks everywhere, then on my mouth, then she was shoving her tongue into my mouth. For a moment I could hardly believe I was pashing with a pornstar, then I got a bit bolder and put my mouth on her left breast. It was firm and it was a bigger mouthful than I'd ever guessed from her website pictures (that's 'cos, as she explained later, while she's 34-inches, she also a CC cup, whatever that means, but you can work it out, I'm sure). Her nipple was like a lush, firm cherry and not much bigger, but it was the tastiest fuckin' nipple I've ever had in my mouth. Then I put my mouth onto auto-pilot and set it on a southern course, licking first at her lovely little brown strip of hair, before burrowing into her snatch. It was the sweetest tastin' fuckin' puissy I've every been privileged to pleasure, I'm telling you. There was all the wonderful natural aromas from a woman who's a sexy beast, sure, but there was also the faintest aroma of piss perfume and I don't know about you, but that little whiff of piddle on a pussy drives me fuckin' insane! My trip to sex central seemed to please her, but after about a minute of adoration there, she called out: "OK, Captain Cock, time to put that fuckin' joy stick where it can do the most good!" I left the groin grotto with a final lingering kiss on its clit, then climbed aboard. Fuck she hade the smoothest, most satin-like cunt I've ever driven up. She smiled at me, then kissed me on the mouth, licking my lips, commenting "Fuck, I taste good, don't I?" before insisting I roll over so she was in the dominant position, as you ladies like to call it, I guess. Then she began to take charge, thrusting up and down on my cock, while allowing me to suck and lick quickly at her breasts as she brushed them enticingly across my mouth. Soon she was going faster and then, with a little cry of "Hold me, Captain Cock, suck on my titties!" She stretched her arms out straight, poised above me, and I sucked on her lovely nipples, rushing from one to the other then back again. Then a small cry of "Fuuuuuuuck" came from her beautiful mouth and she shuddered to her climax on my heaving, sweating body. She lay beside me, smiling, and gave me a slow, lingering kiss, not like the hungry little pecks she'd started the session off with. Her hand stroked my erection and I put my hand on top of hers, scared that she'd take it away. "Tell me, you fuckin' gorgeous little creature," I said, using my deep, airline "This is your captain speaking" voice. "What if I'd got the questions wrong?" Desirae laughed and gripped my cock quite tightly. "Captain fuckin' Cock," she grinned, "you could've said English cooking and the missionary position and I'd've brought you here for a fuck!" Which may have been or may not have been the truth, but the things it did for yours truly's ego! And then her mouth was around my helmet, sucking strongly on it, then her tongue traced all over my vein-popping shaft, then licked against my heavy balls. "You taste nice," she said, coming up for a breather. "Musta been putting that cock of yours somewhere nice." "I've been putting it in the most gorgeous little cunt in the whole fuckin' world," I told her, pulling her upper body up to the headboard and making her place her hands on the top of it. Kneeling as she was in the doggy position, I decided first to worship at her sweet little arse. The anus was tangy and sweet-tasting, musky, tight, fuckin' sensational. Then I knelt up behind her and pressed my cock deep into her. She thrust her buttocks back, they pressed against my belly and pubic bone like the two most luscious lumps of flesh in the world, which was impossible, because I was cupping the two most luscious lumps of flesh in the world in my hands! As I humped her for a second time, I moved one hand from her titties down to her pussy and teased and tickled at her clit as she fucked. Soon the fingering worked the old oracle and once more the lovely blonde let loose with a low, moaning "Fuuuuck" and came again. Again, after recovering from her noisy climax, the 29-year-old pornstar went back to pleasuring my cock, her oral expertise soon having me on the threshold of an ejaculation, but I wasn't finished with fucking her yet. Rolling her onto her back, I put my joystick into her and for a while we fucked in the missionary position before I rolled her again, and felt her titties pressing against my chest. Then she sat up until she was above me, which gave me room to reach out my arms at full length and cup her bouncing boobies, tweaking at her nipples, as she rocked up and down on my boner. After some mammary massage, the lovely pornstar lowered her titties again to my face and as I laved and licked at her cherry-hard nipples she once more gave out a little cry of "Fuuuuck" and came to a quivering climax again. This time, I was starting to feel the pinch of pleasuring her lovely body, and sensing this Desirae stroked me gently as we lay side by side and asked: "And tell me, Captain Cock, what's your preferred method of coming?" "I'm afraid I have a little backside fetish," I replied. "Oh, what a surprise - a man with a fetish," she mocked me. "And that fetish is?" "I like to tongue the lady's anus, then I get up and spunk over her arse and back," I said. Desirae laughed and said: "Fine, Captain Cock, let's get it on!" And with that she rolled over onto her tummy and spread her lovely long legs wide. I slithered down to the foot of the bed and gazed at her little brown arsehole, glinting in the room's light, just above her pulsing pussy and cunt lips. Taking my cock in one hand, I shuffled forward and began to lick her anus, tasting once more her tangy back door aroma, which was sultry and intoxicating. Desirae writhed slowly beneath the attentions of my tongue, which from time to time dipped lower to her cunt for a different taste sensation. Then I could hold out no longer. There was a surge in my crotch signalling an impeding explosion of passion, and I propped myself up and let my cock blast its spunkload against her brown hole, then I raised the trajectory and sent the next wad onto her middle back, then the third, a pathetic little dribble, onto the small of her back Falling onto her prominent little arse, I kissed her ear and whispered: "Fuck, that was great, you're great, life is great." Then we showered, Desirae still wearing her little red playsuit, which I covered in soap and which she then hung on a rail to dry. Back on the bed, I kissed her sweet mouth and we caressed, while I nursed my Bacardi Gold and Desirae enjoyed a cold glass of white wine. "And what brings you to Hawaii, Ms Spencer?" I asked, mock formally. "A 747-400 Big Bird captained by Captain Big Cock," she laughed. "Sorry, that was flippant, but I just love the way you call them 'Big Birds'. "No, I'm here to do a photo shoot for my website with one of my best friends, a former bikini model, who's interested in getting into the porno business. And she's certainly got the body for it." I nibbled on her lovely little ear, then cupped her breast. "You've sure got the body for it," I murmured, tracing a tongue across her glorious globe, leaving a little trail of saliva on her flesh. "Actually, a lot of girls have bigger tits than mine," she said, "although since these are CC cups they look a little bigger. Nice, eh?" And she cupped them, pushing them together. I ran my tongue across them, leaving more of my saliva. "But my greatest asset - apart from a tasty little tush, which you've already done a taste test on, you naughty Captain Cock - are my legs," she said. "That's why I often pose in high heels or platform shoes or boots," she said. "It makes me tower over most people and I love that, there's a bit of the dominant in me, I think." I grinned. "Spank me, spank me." Desirae smiled back. "Play your cards right, Captain Cock, and I may," she said. "Now, are you ready for an encore?" "Yeah, but you wanna model some more lingerie for me?" I asked. She sighed in mock exasperation. "Oh fuck, another lingerie freak," she laughed. "Well, you can't blame me for that, what with all the sexy gear you model in any photo gallery I've ever seen of you," I said. "Oh, all right, but just for you, Captain Cock," she replied. "You lay back and stroke that thing, while I find another item from my wardrobe." I sucked on my Bacardi Gold, then the world's Grade A greatest fuckin' pornstar was back at the bathroom door. And once again she was in an outfit that would put a horn on a jellyfish! It was another playsuit, but this was in gleaming, menacing black PVC, open-fronted and crotchless, tits and pussy invitingly on display. On her feet were black, knee-high platform boots. And, as a perfect complement to her ensemble, she carried a three-foot long riding crop! Desirae slapped the crop against her bare hand. "Now, Captain Cock, you'd better behave and give me multiple fuckin' orgasms, or Desirae will whip your arse into shape." I laughed on rolled onto my belly, then knelt so my arse was at the present. A playful crack from the crop had me turning and grabbing in a mock fight and I wrestled her beneath me onto the mattress. Swiftly I pressed my cock's helmet to her cunt and - to my supreme pleasure - I found she was wet and inviting. I plunged it home, drawing a little cry from her as she accepted my eight inches again. Soon she was on top of me, thrusting her PVC-supported tits onto my mouth and I sucked her nipples as she thrust her way to a moaning "Fuuuck, fuuuck" orgasm. Without waiting to be asked, Desirae then climbed off me, lay face down on the bed and presented her arse, with her legs splayed wide. I dived down to her sweet-smelling snatch and again licked and laved her brown anus until once more my ejaculate gathered in an uncontrollable wad and I rose to pour my second splotch of semen onto her arse. Then another. As my penis dribbled a small amount from a third burst onto her buttocks, I used its tips to rub across the globs lying on her. Then, to my utter delight, she bent down and sucked sweetly on my cock, until she had cleaned it to her satisfaction. Once more we showered together, although this time she removed the PVC playsuit before we entered the cubicle. "Has to be professionally cleaned," she told me. As we lay in each others arms again, I kissed her mouth gently, then looked her straight in the eye: "One query." "Shoot - sorry, you've done that twice already," she joked. "Fire away." "Well, somewhere on the net I read that you have really, really noisy orgasms." "So?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Well," I said, "I've been with girls who are much noisier than you when they come." Desirae smiled and planted a long, slow kiss on my mouth. "Hey, Captain Cock," she said, "don't believe everything you read on the net!" To be continued... Desiring Desirae Ch. 03 I lay on Waikiki's golden sand and basked in the mid-morning warmth. Desirae had gone for her bikini and lesbian shoot with her friend, bikini model Chrissy, and had ordered me to be ready and waiting for her on my bed at 4pm, cock erect because "a lesbian shoot always makes me randy". I stretched out and a saw a large, blonde woman lying a few feet away, smiling at me. About my age and wearing a nice bikini, sensibly not too small for her ripe, mature figure. We chatted, she was from Omaha, and what did I do, oh I love airline pilots, all the usual shit. Normally I'd have chatted her up and ended with her sitting on my face most of the afternoon, but I had Desirae Spencer to look forward to, so I didn't give a fuck. Around one o'clock after several swims, I pulled on my Sperry topsiders, put on a white T-shirt and shorts, said "Bye" to Mrs Omaha and went to one of my favourite Mexican restaurants outside of Mexico and Chicago, a couple of blocks back from the beach. I mulled over the menu while sipping an ice cold San Mig and the barmaid-cum-waitress came over and chatted. Pert, blonde and about 20, she was stacked, great legs, healthy chest. "Where you from?" I asked, after ordering my lunch. "Portland, Oregon," she smiled. I smiled back and told her I only knew one joke about Portland. "And what might that be?" she asked in a "Let's get together" manner. "Seems the Dave Brubeck quartet was in town, but Brubeck didn't wanna play because it was Mozart's birthday," I said. "So the rest of the group pile into this cab and tell the driver 'Take us to where it's all shakin' in Portland'. So he drove them to this bridge where they fish illegally." She had the good grace to laugh at my little joke. "Sorry," I added, in my sincere airline pilot's manner, "you're too young to even have heard of Dave Brubeck." I had a great lunch, washed down with another San Mig, tipped Miss Portland too much and strolled back to the hotel to shower and prepare for 4pm. I was lying back on my bed, stroking my eight-inches of lust, when there was a knock on the door. I must have dozed off, I checked my Rolex and saw it was 4.05! I dashed to the door and in swept Desirae, wearing a shiny red plastic mac! "Yeah, I got some stares in the lift," she smiled. "But I'd have got even more if I'd done this!" And with that she untied the belt and slipped the raincoat from her body. Beneath it she was nude! But she was as tall as me because on her feet were these sexy red high heeled shoes. "Now Captain Cock," she smiled, "you claim to like my legs. On your knees and worship 'em - starting behind me at the left ankle. Down boy!" I stepped behind her glorious body and knelt, then placed a tender kiss on her shapely ankle, before running my tongue over her calf, licking her little cleft behind her knee, then over her luscious thigh to her buttocks. "Now the other leg," she ordered, and I resumed my oral adoration of the best legs on the best fuckin' lingerie model-cum-pornstar in the entire fuckin' world! "Now the fronts of my legs," Desirae told me, after I'd reached her lovely right buttock. I knelt in front of her and kissed her left leg, then her inner thigh until I was enticingly close to her perfumed garden. "Now the other leg!" she snapped. Once more I kissed, licked and laved my way up her leg and thigh until she snapped: "Stand!" I stood and smiled, my penis waving in front of me, turgid and lusting for her. "Was that nice, Captain Leg Man?" she asked. "It was fuckin' wonderful," I said huskily, hot and eager for her. "Now worship my pussy!" came the next command. Again I sank to my knees and placed my tongue on her piss flaps, licking her there first. There was a wonderful trio of tastes and aromas - of sex juice, of chlorine, because I assumed she'd been in a swimming pool, and a faint trace of piss, because I assumed she'd had a piss. The combination of all three smells and tastes was intoxicating and soon I was licking and lapping hungrily at her gorgeous pussy. As I did this, Desirae backed away slightly until her calves were pressing against the mattress at the foot of the king-sized bed. "Now fuck me!" she said, as she fell back onto the bed, splaying her thighs wide. I boarded and as with the night before found she was first fuckin' class all the way! My cock rode into her snatch smoothly, her cunt was warm and wet, her mouth was hungrily eating mine. "Of fuck, I just love to taste my sex on a man's mouth, it's so fuckin' sexy," she panted, licking and nibbling at my mouth. "That's because your pussy is so fuckin' sexy," I panted, as we thrust and heaved against each other, my hands roaming from her gloriously-shaped tush to her perfectly formed breasts. God she was sexy! Then, in a flash she was twisting beneath me, squirming until she lay on top. Desirae then knelt and slowed the pace of her fucking until she was sliding up to the tip of my helmet, almost disengaging, then squishing back down so my cock was deep within her. I extended my arms and cupped her fantastic 34-inches of CC cup boobs in my hands, grinding her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. This drove her wild and she fell forwards imploring me "Suck 'em, Captain Cock, suck 'em" and I took her breasts more gently, licking and kissing and nibbling across the firmness until, as I concentrated on one nipple, she roared and moaned to a noisy orgasm. After she had quietened I turned her over onto her back and thrust myself to ejaculation in her cunt, making a long low moan of pleasure as I finally released the sperm that had been building in my balls since breakfast. "Whatever happened to Captain Cock's arse licking fetish," she smiled, running a finger over my lips, wiping a sheen of sweat from my upper lip. "Sometimes a change is as good as a rest," I told her and she laughed aloud. "Who says you're gonna get a rest, Captain Cock?" she grinned. "Now fetch me a fuckin' big vodka tonic." As we lay back on the bed, Desirae with her vodka, me with a Bacardi Gold, she asked about my day. I told her I'd laid Mrs Omaha in the morning and Miss Portland, Oregon, in the afternoon and had only just made it back to the hotel in time for Miss Lingerie Pornstar. "In other words, a pretty routine day for you, eh Captain Cock?" she laughed. "And how did your shoot go, Miss Fuckability?" I asked, licking her lovely little earlobe. "Grade A fuckin' disaster," she said, sipping on her Absolut. "We'd got through all the bikini stuff and were about to get into the muff diving and such, when the photographer's wife called to say their daughter had broken her arm in a fall from their trampoline, so he had to fuck off to the hospital." "That's bad news." I said, not really caring a fuck. "Yeah, well the good news is that Chrissy has invited you along for the lesbian shoot tomorrow, that's if you can tear yourself away from Mrs Portland and Miss Omaha," she smiled. "Miss Portland and Mrs Omaha," I corrected her. "Well, let's see, oh OK, I'll come," I said in mock "who gives a damn" style. "I've got a rental car, we can use that. How far is it?" "Some great big mansion on a hill way out on Kanefuckinole Highway, or whatever it's called," said Desirae. "I think you'll find it's Kalanianaole," I said, correcting her Hawaiian. "Yeah, like I said," she smiled, putting her vodka on a bedside table and leaning over to suck me back to stiffness. The following morning after the valet had got my Dodge Viper from the hotel car park, we drove out towards Chrissy's mansion. Most of the morning commuters were making their way into Honolulu and it was plain sailing out to the lovely house, perched up on the hills looking out to Diamond Head to the right, Koko to the left. Desirae explained that her friend Chrissy was a 26-year-old former bikini model who had done a little porn work, but had won some state lottery in Illinois and had bought this mansion and retired to the permanent summer of Hawaii, rather than remain in the blistering summer heat and winter chills of Chicago. Desirae led the way, clad in a summer dress and high heels, me in my T-shirt, shorts over a thong and topsiders. The door to the huge house was unlocked and we walked through to the back of the house, where a large kitchen overlooked a spacious and secluded pool. Waiting there was a stunningly-built, very attractive brunette, sporting a dark brown tan which gleamed by the application of sun tan oil. Her breasts were just covered by two tiny strips of black-cupped bikini, and a similarly small patch which just about covered her mons and pubis. "Hi," she smiled, standing from her seat at the kitchen table and I saw she was almost as tall as Desirae. She held out a hand and shook mine. "You must be Captain Rex Coburn," she said, using the correct pronunciation. "Desirae has told me so much about you." We exchanged pleasantries, with me trying to divert my gaze from her breasts - bigger than Desirae's - and her pussy. When the small talk was done, Desirae came back from changing into an attention grabbing little red outfit, which must have been made by the manufacturer of Chrissy's bikini and showed a similar minimalism. "We're gonna do the lesbian pix, Rex," said Chrissy. "You're welcome to watch, or if it gets too boring, by all means splash around in the pool. We'll only be an hour or so." I stepped outside, was introduced to Karl, the photographer, stripped off to my thong and lay on a recliner opposite the area surrounded by lighting gear, which I assumed was where the action would take place. For the next hour or so I watched with an erection which threatened to burst through my thong as Desirae and Chrissy got naked, then ate and kissed and licked at each others pussy. After a while, I had to dive into the warm water and cool off, swimming several lengths. I was busy concentrating on my freestyle stroke, when there were some girlish giggles and I felt two warm naked bodies plunge on top of me. The shoot was obviously over, and Chrissy and Desirae were grabbing for my cock. Soon, Chrissy with a whoop had pulled the thong from me and thrown it with a yell onto the tiled side of the pool. We romped and splashed around for a while, then Karl called out "See ya, ladies" and we had the place to ourselves. Finally, they were "cooled down" and we towelled down, before I was allowed to get back into my thong, while the models put their bikinis back on. We lunched in Chrissy's well-appointed kitchen - salami, olives, cheese and dill pickles washed down with cold Heinekens - then Chrissy looked at me and smiled: "Ever tried bondage, Rex?" I was a bit taken aback. I'm a randy bastard, I'll be the first to admit that, but being tied up never entered my head. "No, actually, Chrissy," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Well, it's time you tried," she said, and in a flash both women were by my place at the table and were dragging me into a bedroom. OK, so I could have prevented it, but I only put up token resistance. The curtains were drawn and the room was in semi-darkness, but as they laid me on the bed I felt the coolness of a rubber sheet. Soon my ankles and wrists were in sort of rubber cuffs, my feet spread wide, my arms also wide because they were pulled up by the posts at the head of the bed. Chrissy then pulled the curtains back and as she did I saw a nude Desirae climbing onto the bed and planting her pussy square on my face. As I started to tongue her wonderfully wet snatch, Desirae bent to suck on my rapidly erecting cock. Within moments, I was as stiff as a policeman's nightstick and Desirae removed her adorable pussy from my face and impaled herself on my hard-on. Then, to my surprise - and intense pleasure, I must add - Chrissy lowered her totally shaved snatch onto my mouth, still wet from contact with Desirae's pussy. A strong aroma of sex invaded my nostrils as Chrissy ground herself about on my face, while Desirae pumped up and down on my penis. Then I sensed Chrissy move forward and although I couldn't see it because I was buried in her snatch and arse, I heard unmistakeable sounds of kissing going on above me. Next Desirae was calling out "Oh Chrissy, that's great, don't stop, keeping going there like that, keep going" and I realised the brunette sitting on my face was fingering her blonde friend to orgasm. My thoughts were confirmed when Desirae let out a high-pitched yell and bellowed "Finger fuck me, finger fuck me" as Chrissy worked at her clitoris. Then Chrissy pulled away and Desirae fell forward onto my sweating torso, her mouth eagerly working at mine, tasting on it the mixed aroma of two pussies. But if I thought this was going to be the signal for some rest, I was very much mistaken. Even as Desirae was coming back to earth after her climax, Chrissy had slapped her on her pert little bottom and then the 26-year-old brunette was climbing aboard my still rampant prick. "Take me flying, Captain Cock," she smiled down at me, her lush big breasts bouncing as she heaved and humped on my erection. This time I was not forced to lick at a pussy, Desirae obviously satiated for the time being, but Chrissy leant over me, her beautiful big boobs waving just above my mouth. "Suck my nips, suck 'em," the brunette ordered, and as I sucked first one, then the other large nubbin, the bikini model stormed her way to a noisy climax. After enjoying herself on my body, the brunette pulled off and smiled at me. "And how does Captain Cock like to come?" she asked, sweetly. I looked around and noticed that we were alone. I told Chrissy of my fetish and her immediate response was one of delight. "Ooooh, great," she said, clapping her hands together and rubbing them lasciviously, "I adore arse worship!" After she had released me from my bonds she lay down in my place on the bed, spreading her thighs wide to allow me access to her anus, a dark etched cleft between her lovely bronzed buttocks. I traced my tongue over her rear entrance, delving occasionally down to her cunt lips, tasting the sweet sex juices, before rising again to her arsehole. Soon, as I rubbed my cock on the rubber sheet, I could feel an immense surging in my balls and then I raised myself, pointing my throbbing helmet directly at Chrissy's buttocks, before spurting a wad of semen on them, then another, then a third small dribble. "Warm up a face cloth under the hot tap in the en suite and clean me up, Captain Arselicker," I heard her say, her voice muffled because her face was buried in the rubber pillow at the head of the bed. After I had cleaned Chrissy up, Desirae returned with a tray, standing on which were three champagne flutes and a chilled bottle of Veuve Cliquot. We lolled around on the bed, me the thorn between two exquisite roses, and made quick work of the French bubbly. "Well," said Chrissy, as the last of the bottle went into her glass and quickly down her throat, "how did you enjoy your first bondage session?" I kissed first her, then Desirae, on the cheek and confessed: "I think I'm bound to like it." Chrissy made a pained face. "That's a fuckin' terrible pun. I think we'll have to tie him up again, Desirae." And they did. To be continued...