9 comments/ 8816 views/ 12 favorites Augustus H. and the Meaning of Life Pt. 01 By: TheFlannelKnight Augustus Hewitt was brooding in a small halo of light one mile in the air surrounded by dozens of sleeping strangers. TransAmerica Flight 387 had left San Francisco just before midnight bound for Washington DC's Ronald Reagan Airport. Fucking red eyes. He threw back the remains of his second gin and tonic and crunched on one of the ice cubes. The walrus shaped man next to him was snoring, causing his substantial mustache to flutter like an angry hedgehog. His head was lolling to the side so that he was almost breathing on Augustus. Fucking red eyes. It was the perfectly awful ending to a perfectly awful day. Augustus had arrived in San Francisco the previous night to close out a big contract for his firm—big as in a lot of zeros to it. He had failed... spectacularly. There's no need to go into detail about it because odds were he would be fired within 24 hours. To be fair, Augustus hated his job. His father, now retired from the same firm, had landed the job for him thanks to some good ol' fashion nepotism. Ah crap, Augustus thought. I'm going to have to explain this to Dad at some point. Just add it to growing list that helped label Augustus as the black sheep in the family. Parents: wealthy, retired, and three kids (though one was a fuckup). Older sister: Married to a venture capitalist and sailing enthusiast named Todd with their own three beautiful kids (no fuckups yet). His twin brother (older by one minute): Married to a stunning angel with three beautiful kids (no fuckups either). So Augustus brooded in a wrinkled suit with his half undone tie crunching on ice. To top it off, he'd never been able to sleep on a plane so it was going to be a long night. In fact, the only good thing that had happened to him today was that one of the Flight Attendants had given the safety demonstration right next to his seat (7C, aisle seat two back from the dividing curtain to First Class). This particular Flight Attendant happened to have an ass so luscious, it strained the seams of her grey slacks with every movement. Augustus had stared at it for a good two minutes out of its periphery. It had almost been worth sitting next to heavy-breathing walrus man. Augustus closed his eyes to imagine that voluminous ass again when he heard a clink on his plastic tray table. He opened his eyes to see the same Flight Attendant, who had just set down two more mini bottles of gin. She seemed to be glowing through the haze of his overhead light. "Oh, I actually didn't order that," Augustus said staring up at the vision. "I know. Looks like you could use 'em though," She said in a whisper and walked by. Augustus couldn't help but lean out into the aisle to watch the beauty of her hips swaying back and forth expertly so as not to knock any of the sleeping passengers, but enough to make each cheek trade turns straining against the cursed fabric. Farther up, her auburn hair swung similarly back and forth in a sleek ponytail. Augustus leaned back into his seat with a pleasant sigh before finding walrus-man was now leaning even more heavily into his seat. He poured the two bottles of Gin into his cup and downed them in quick succession. It wasn't long before he could feel the tension start to leak out his body to be replaced by the welcomed warmth of the booze. Ten minutes later after Gus had successfully nudged walrus-man in the other direction, the same Attendant walked past his seat on the way back up the aisle. "Oh, miss-" he stage whispered. She turned around and Augustus was struck by the beauty that extended far beyond her ass. She had a warm, easy smile that seemed to be giving off more light that the bulb above his seat. He noticed the white blouse of her uniform was straining as much as her pants, and she had a red sash tied around her neck to add a bit of flare. "I just wanted to thank you," he said holding up the empty bottles. "You were absolutely right, they were just what I needed after the day I had. You're the breast—I mean best! Best! Oh fuck," Augustus let his head fall into his hand, horrified. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and opened his eyes hesitantly. She was laughing silently to herself so she wouldn't wake up the other passengers. "Don't worry about it," she said while all Augustus could think was, don't look at her cleavage, don't look at her cleavage, which was spectacular and in full view as she leaned over with her hand on his shoulder. "That's the first time I've laughed all night so thank you. I'm Samantha Stewart," she continued in a whisper, holding out her hand. "Augustus Hewitt," he said, taking hers. Her hands were soft, but her handshake was surprisingly firm. "I'm going to blame the slip of the tongue on the free Gin." "Who said it was free? That stuffs expensive Gus." Augustus stared back at her at a loss for words, before she smiled. She stood up and looked at the sea of sleeping passengers. "You want to see something fun Gus?" Alcohol soaked mind running wild (Your ass and breast without that uniform on, yes please!), Augustus composed himself and casually replied, "Sure." She nodded her head toward the first class curtain and slinked her way through. Gus swallowed hard and made to stand up. "Oof!" he moaned. Then, remembering to unlatch the seatbelt this time, he got up steadily and followed through the curtain. It was empty, aside from Samantha standing several rows ahead looking back at him. "What the hell," Gus said looking around. "Where are all the people?" "All part of some construction company from Shanghai that missed their connection," she said with a shrug. "It's a red eye and we really didn't want to go through the hassle of bumping people up, so here we are. I hate red eyes." "I never thought people could hate red eyes more than me, but I guess I never thought about the people who have to stand and work through them," Gus said. "That's because you're an asshole Gus," Samantha said with a smile, folding her arms. This only served to push up her already gravity defying breast. The strain was too much and a top button miraculously popped off. "Oh damnit," she cried. Just then, the plane jolted furiously and Gus lost the view as he was thrown sideways into a row of First Class seats. There were some cries of surprise from people waking up back on the other side of the curtain. Almost instantly, the seatbelt light dinged above them. "Errrladies n Gentleman this is your Captain speaking. We seem to have hit a patch of turbulence. Please keep your seatbelts fastened and we'll steer ourselves around it." Gus made to get up from the seat, but felt himself being pushed back down by a firm hand on his stomach. Gus instantly tried to suck in his gut, which had softened over the years. He couldn't even remember the last time he had exercised. When he looked up however, he was greeted by the incredible view of Samantha's chest, now partially liberated by the button and jiggling with each rumble of turbulence. "You just relax Gus," she said standing up straight to his dismay. "But I'll need to get my briefcase." "I'll bring it up once I get the rest of the passengers settled." And with that, she disappeared back behind the curtain. Gus began drifting off, but woke up minutes later when he felt something knock his feet. Lifting his head he saw Samantha reaching up to place his briefcase in the overhead compartment. As she stretched, the front of her white blouse came un-tucked and Gus saw a sliver of black lace peaking just above the waistline of her grey pants. It was the last thing he saw before drifting off to sleep for the first time in his life on an airplane. The fantasies raging through his head slipped into his dreams. He dreamt that Samantha was bent over the plane's food trolley in the empty first class cabin. Gus walked up behind her, reached around and unbuttoned the front of her grey pants. She gave a satisfied sigh. She reached up behind herself, looped her thumbs through the back of the pants and pulled down tantalizingly slow. Her heavenly ass slipped out inch by inch, then all at once with a welcoming jiggle. A lacy thong barely concealed the already damp mound of her pussy. She looked back at Gus. "Do it," she said in a distant voice. "Do it now." Gus realized his pants were already off and his cock was throbbing only inches away. "Oh Samantha," he moaned rolling over in his seat. Then in horror, he realized he was once again lying across two, wide first class seats. He looked up to see a grey haired, matronly flight attendant staring down at him with a shocked expression on her face. "Sir,... I... the Captain is landing now. For the last time, please sit up and buckle your seat. Do it now. You..." she looked down, and then looked away, "you need to sit up and ... and for heaven's sake please do something about that!" she finished, pointing down at Gus's pants before stalking away. Gus looked down to see an erection of epic proportions straining against the front of his pants, which was creating an embarrassingly obvious tent below his leather belt. "Oh shit," he muttered, scrambling up and trying in vain to push his dick back down. Finally, he settled with buckling his seat and simply folding his hands over his crotch, filling his head with images of baseball, paperwork, and the matronly flight attendant as best he could to drain the blood from his erection. It took the entire fifteen minutes of the decent for his bulge to recede. When they had finally landed in Regan National, Gus stood up in his completely crumpled suit, his balls slightly blue and sore, grabbed his suitcase and walked toward the exit of the plane. Samantha Stewart, the world's greatest flight attendant and future subject of Gus' masturbation fantasies was standing at the exit. She brought her right hand up in salute. "It's been a pleasure riding with you Augustus Hewitt," she said with a radiant smile. "Thank you for everything," Gus said, doing his best to focus on her face this time. "Best redeye of my life." "Don't you mean the breast redeye of your life," she said under her breath with a wink. Gus couldn't help but smile, shake his head and exit out the plane, avoiding the angry stare of the grey haired flight attendant standing just outside the door. Gus didn't have any more luggage, so he skipped baggage claim, walking out the sliding glass doors into the blinding early morning light. He had to shield his eyes, disoriented from sleep, an unexpected dream, and the mini bottles of gin. He walked to the end of an annoyingly long line for the taxis and waited. He took a couple steps every minute, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his sizeable hands. As he neared the front, a familiar voice spoke up next to him. "Well look who it is, Augustus Hewitt." Gus spun around to find Samantha standing next to him still in uniform, grey slacks, white shirt, red neck sash and all, but now with a petite rolly-bag held at her side. "Where you off to now sleepy head?" Gus thought about lying, but he found he didn't care anymore. "Me? Well I'm heading into work to get fired actually," he said with a half smile. Samantha looked him over and for the first time Gus realized how terrible he must look—bags under his eyes, stubble since he hadn't shaved in a day, a birds nest of hair and a suit that he'd been wearing for over 24 hours. "Well that sounds fun," she said cheerfully. "I myself am headed to my hotel for the day before hopping back on the plane to do it all again. Great lives we live, huh Gus? Shall we split a cab into the city together?" Gus was caught off guard by the question. "I ... uh... sure," he finally managed to cough just as they reached the front of the line and a cab pulled up. "Um, ladies first," he said opening the side door to let Samantha in. "Well look at that, chivalry ain't dead is it Gus." She seemed to emphasize his shortened name every time she said it. She lugged her bag into the middle seat and followed inside. Gus shut the door and walked around the back, making eye contact with several envious businessmen standing in line behind him. Mind racing, Gus hopped in the other side of the cab which sped off. "Marriott hotel," Samantha called up to the driver. "Then you can drop Mr. Hewitt off at the office." As the taxi gained speed, Samantha turned in her seat to face Gus. "Hmmm, this isn't right at all. Gus if you're going to get fired, you can't go out looking like somebody who isn't going to land on their feet. Do you mind?" she asked reaching out toward Gus and then pausing halfway there. Gus shook his head, unable to even say the words No, not at all. Samantha leaned in and buttoned the top of his shirt. She grabbed his tie, smoothing it out against his chest, then pulled forcefully on the back piece to straighten the knot and pull it up to his neck. Gus was bent over, staring directly down Samantha's blouse, he was so close he could now make out the edges of a lacy, black bra. With no control whatsoever, Gus began to feel blood pulse back into his crotch. Next, Samantha tugged on the lapels of his coat to bring them more tightly around Gus' shoulders. She leaned back for a moment to take in his appearance again. "Almost." She reached toward Gus' crotch and he barely managed to suppress a yelp as she grabbed the front of his belt buckle and straightened it for him. With a last touch she licked three of her fingers with her soft, pink tongue and ran them through Gus' hair so that it looked combed once again. The motion she made to brush his hair to the side pushed her breast together repeatedly so that they squeezed upward before falling back, over and over again. "There," she said sitting back in her seat. "Now you look like a man whose ready to get fired," she added with a last smile before looking back out the window. Gus was still at a loss for words, his cock straining once again against the front of his pants. They traveled in silence and Gus noticed the taxi driver's eyes darting up from the road to peer at Samantha repeatedly through the rear view mirror. They were riding along the Mall, just passing the towering stone obelisk of the Washington Monument. "I've always thought that monument looked like America's giant white erection, don't you Gus?" Both the taxi driver and Gus sat up straight. Gus furtively tucked his dick down the side of one of his pants legs. "I... I... um... yeah, I guess," he mumbled. She must have seen it when she was adjusting his belt, he thought to himself. It's middle school all over again, can't even control my fucking erection. Five minutes later the taxi pulled up to the Marriot Hotel. Gus just sat there like an idiot, a throbbing erection hidden down the left leg of his pants, watching Samantha's plump ass as she stepped out with her bag. He thought feverishly about trying to say something, anything, when she leaned back down to look at him, her pillowy breasts swinging down now, no doubt putting plenty of pressure on the clasp at the back. "Do you know the meaning of life Gus?" She asked in all seriousness. Gus just shook his head, looking past her eyes and down her blouse. "Well if you have any desire to find out, I'd suggest you follow me." And with that she stood up, shut the door and slapped the roof of the taxi twice. It took off and Gus just stared, dumbfounded trying to make sure he was actually awake and he wasn't about to jerk up from another dream. He looked through the back window to see Samantha striding toward the door, hips swaying. "STOP!" Gus yelled at the taxi. He threw a few twenties into the front seat, grabbed his bag and dashed out of the car. "Samantha, wait," he called after her, jogging back across the sidewalk. She was waiting for him at the entrance, a catlike smile playing across her lips. "So..." he began. "You know the meaning of life?" "You betcha," was all she said before turning into the air-conditioned lobby. Gus hung back while Samantha talked to the male desk clerk. Gus watched her ass swaying back and forth as she bent over the counter, reliving the dream he'd had earlier that morning on the plane. She turned around and met Gus walking toward the elevator. "What do you know, they upgraded my room," she said fanning herself with the plastic room key. "I wonder why," Gus responded sarcastically. She looked at him, smiled and winked. They entered the elevator together and Samantha pressed the 12 for the top floor, but before the doors could close, a family of five piled in after them, a large bellied man with his sunburned wife and three kids. Just as the doors were closing again an elderly couple pushed in as well. Samantha was squeezed back into the corner with Gus, who was unable to keep his erection from bumping into her ass. "Oh," Samantha exclaimed softly, causing the rest of the elevator to look around. "How are you all?" She asked. "First time in the city?" The elderly couple nodded while the large bellied man responded in a thick drawl. "Yes indeed it is Miss, pleasure to be here showing the kids the sights I'll tell you." As the elevator went up and the man began listing all they had done, Samantha nodded and smiled while she pushed back harder with her ass into Gus' crotch. "Hnnnghh," Gus groaned under his breath as Sam slowly began to shift her ass left and right, unnoticed to the packed elevator. Gus could feel a flush rising up his neck as the head of his cock smeared pre-cum against leg. By some divine miracle, the family and the elderly couple all got off on the sixth floor. They all said their have-a-nice-day's as they exited while Samantha waved to them until the doors slid mercifully shut. Gus watched the lighted display above the door tick to seven, then eight, nine. So close. Samantha stepped away from him and the elevator ground to a sudden halt. Gus looked down to see Samantha's finger jammed into the red Emergency Stop button. From somewhere below the elevator a bell began to ring. "Oops," she said, looking at him with innocent eyes. "My hand slipped." She turned around to face him, her back to the control panel. "So Gus before I proceed with the vetting process to see if you are worthy of pursuing the meaning of life, I do have a few questions for you." Gus gulped. "Alright," he said in a voice smaller than he was hoping for. "Are you willing to take your life in a completely different direction?" she asked. Of all the things Gus was waiting for her to ask, this definitely wasn't one of them, but Samantha had just placed her hands on the top button on her blouse—the neighbor just south of the one that had popped off on the plane. Gus nodded his head. "Good," Samantha said slyly. She undid the button. An inch of space popped open revealing more of her lacy bra. "Now, when was the last time you fucked a woman Gus?" Her hands hovered above the next button as the alarm continued to ring from below. Gus was having trouble thinking straight. "I... er... four.. no, five months ago." Samantha undid the next button, letting the shirt spread open for him below the connecting strap of her bra, behind which her chest was pulsing up and down as she took deep breaths, watching him. "And who was that woman, Gus?" "My ex..." Gus said. "Her name was... her name was..." His brain was officially shutting down. Samantha was drawing closer her hand hovering on the button. "Maggie!" He almost yelled it as the name swam into his oversexed brain. She smiled and popped the button. "And who broke it off?" Samantha asked, inches away from him now, hands on the last button. "She did." "Why?" She had whispered the question in his ear. Augustus H. and the Meaning of Life Pt. 01 "I wasn't good enough for her." It was an honest answer. The last button popped and Gus stared down, Samantha's chest only inches away from his heavy breathing, above a smooth stomach of skin he longed to touch. "No you weren't Gus," Samantha whispered, her breath hot on his ear. "But that was then," she said, as a vice like hand gripped his yearning cock through the fabric of his pants. "And your about to take your life in a completely different direction." A static voice filled the elevator. "Remain calm, is everybody alright in the elevator?" Samantha just stared Gus in the eyes and raised her eyebrows as if to ask him the same question, while her hands began to undo the buckle of his leather belt. "Yes, we're okay!" Gus called out as he felt the belt come loose. "Alright, do you need any assistance?" "Yeah Gus, do you need any assistance?" Samantha whispered in his ear. The clasp from the front of his pants came undone and he felt his dick pop the fabric of his boxers outward as she pulled the zipper down. "NooooOOOH GOD!" Samantha had grabbed onto his cock through his boxers with authority and began to slowly, meticulously rub along his shaft. "No we're alriiiiiiiiaaahhight." There was a long pause on the other side of the intercom as Gus watched Samantha's chest mash together as she worked his cock faster and tighter. "Okay, well sir let's try this. If the elevator is still functioning, you should be able to just press your floor number again and the elevator should start up. While you do that we'll check the security camera to see if we can identify what went wrong." Gus could feel the tension building below as Samantha's hand worked ceaselessly at his stiff cock, but the last words managed to find their way through his head. "SECURITY CAMERA?!" He looked up and saw the glass lense in the top corner of the elevator. "Samantha, we nee-aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Uncontrollable spasms wracked Gus' body as he felt the release of tension shoot out his cock, wave after wave of cum hit the wall of his underwear and oozed downward onto his aching balls and down his left leg. Gus steadied himself against the wall as Samantha turned around casually and pressed number 12. Immediately the ringing stopped and the elevator began to shudder upward once again. Floor ten, eleven, twelve, DING. The doors opened with a woosh and Samantha walked out, her white blouse flowing behind her like a cape, black lacy bra encased chest preceding her out into the hallway without a care in the world for who may be there. "You coming Gus?" she said over her shoulder. "That was a bad pun, sorry about that," she called as she turned the corner. Gus stared down at the dark stain on his boxers and the stream of white inching its way down his leg. With one last look at the security camera, he followed Samantha out into the hallway, trembling hands holding up his expensive, and now stained, pants. Still in shock, he caught up to her three doors down where she was sliding her keycard through the pad on the door, which clicked green, and swung inward. The room was incredible. The entranceway led to a living room setup with plush couch and chair facing toward a large flat screen TV, beyond which lay a king sized bed pushed up against a floor to ceiling window that looked out over the entire city. Gus didn't see any of this as he walked into the room. His eyes were focused completely on Samantha who had already stepped out of her shoes and let her white shirt fall to the floor as she walked slowly, deliberately into the room. The sight of her was intoxicating: smooth tan skin, lace bra continuing to hold back its prize, red sash around her neck, and grey pants hugging every inch as tightly as it could. "Don't be shy Gus," she called over her shoulder as she glided to the other side of the room to look out over the city below. "Take off the jacket and stay a while." He followed her as if under a spell. He closed the door, slipped off his jacket and stepped on the heels of his shoes to walk out of them, stumbling as he did so, legs still weak from what had just happened in the elevator. As he closed in behind her he reached out to touch the skin that had been tempting him all night, but before he reached her she spun around, snatched his tie and pulled him in, her tongue diving past his lips, her teeth holding on briefly to his lower lip as she pulled away. As she quickly loosened his tie, Gus reached around with fumbling fingers to unlock the back of the lace bra. Just as he found the clasp he was pushed back forcefully onto the bed and in an instant, bra still in place, Samantha was on top of him, pinning his hands on a pillow above his head. Before Gus realized what was happening his own tie had been looped around his wrist and with an alarming tug, his hands cinched together, immobile. Samantha shimmied up his torso and leaned over Gus so that her soft stomach pressed into his face. It was all Gus could do to kiss and nibble her skin before she was upright again and swung her legs off the bed to stand up. Gus pulled his hands experimentally and found he couldn't move—the other end of his tie had been knotted to something underneath the head of the bed. Gus raised his head off the pillow to watch Samantha walk to the end of the bed, where he saw a vision from his very own dream. She unclasped the front of her pants, then with two thumbs, slowly slipped out of her pants, her astonishing ass revealed inch by inch, then all at once with a breathtaking bounce, the lacy black thong finally revealed. Samantha turned and smiled at him, stretched out along the bed, hands tied above, his eyes racing across every inch of her body. The tip of her pink tongue poked out to moisten her top lip and then with an expert flick, her red sash came undone around her neck. She stepped up slowly onto the end of the bed and stepped over, one leg on either side so that his gaze was immediately drawn to the black lace—all that was left between Gus and the pussy he'd dreamed of. She knelt down and placed the red sash over his eyes. "Oh no. No, no, no, no," Gus groaned. "I have to see this—I have to see you." He felt the sash tied behind his head and then felt the lips on his ear. "You aren't in a position to be making requests right now Gus," she whispered, her tongue flicking across his ear. "Control is something you have to learn." A moment later, Gus felt forceful hands grab the waste of his pants and boxers, which were both ripped off him in one swift tug. He felt his cock, stiffly bouncing up and down, hard again already, still sticky with cum from the elevator. The next to go were his socks. He tried to maneuver the red sash from his eyes, but it was tied too tightly. Then he stopped moving altogether when he felt his feet pushed apart and the weight on the edge of the bed between them. Gus was breathing heavily. Samantha wasn't saying a word. Two soft hands were placed on his thighs, which were spread even further. He felt the hot breath circling, circling, then... the soft, wet contact of a tongue, slowly, deliberately, touching the base of his cock, then traveling upward, increasing pressure as she came closer to the head and flicking the end so that it bounced some more, blood rushing into it once again, making it throb and pulse. Only a second of waiting and the tongue was back, licking the side from base to tip and off. It took several more toe-numbing strokes of Samantha's pink tongue for Gus to realize what she was doing. She was cleaning off the cum. "You made a pretty tasty batch there Gus," Samantha said. "Let's see how much you have left." One hand encompassed Gus' balls, squeezing them with just a little too much force as he felt the entirety of his cock taken in by the wet suction of Samantha's mouth. Gus groaned, he pulled on the tie, but it wouldn't budge. He did his best to imagine what Sam's gorgeous face must look like, hair tied back in her ponytail, mouth wrapped entirely around his cock. Gus' hips kicked up reactively with an extra squeeze to his balls, but Samantha just drew him deeper into her throat. She stayed there, tongue spiraling, suction building, hand massaging—for how long, Gus couldn't even guess—until she pulled her head back with a satisfying pop. Gus could already feel pressure building up again. He felt a hand press down on the underside of his cock, pushing it up against his stomach and "ahhhhhhaaaaaoooogod—" Samantha's mouth enveloped his ball sack, her tongue skipping between his left and right balls, flicking each one as if juggling them. "This parts going to take a little lubrication," she said. "Wait what are—" Gus' words were cut short as he felt Sam's mouth slip over the head of his cock, pulsing up and down. The tension began to build all over again, and then the sensation changed all together. "HEY! Did you just stick your finger up my a-hhhhhhhhhhhhh." Just as her finger had explored deeper, a wave of white pleasure spread through Gus and another valve of cum was let loose in a wave just as Samantha pulled her moth away from his cock. For a minute Gus couldn't speak. He just lay still, his chest heaving until the blindfold was pulled off him and he blinked in the light to see Sam smiling at him. "Do you see what you did now?" She was pointing at her chest, where her black bra and chest were covered in lines of sticky cum. "This is my favorite bra, and now it has Gus all over it." Then as casual as you please, she let the bra fall to the floor and through the haze of his numb body, Gus was graced with the heavenly sight of the most perfect breasts he'd ever seen in his life. Like the rest of her body, Samantha's tits tended on the fuller, curvy side, yet even without the bra they seemed to defy gravity itself, mocking Newton's discovery. Across the top of each lay a stream of Gus' cum, but she didn't seemed bothered at all. Instead, chest bouncing with each step, Samantha walked over to the phone next to the couch and dialed a number. As she waited she looked back at Gus, dabbed a stream of cum with the tip of her finger and brought it up into her mouth. Just as it reached her lips a voice cut in through the phone and she stopped. "Hello? Yes, this is Samantha Stewart in room 1203. I was hoping I could order room service. Mm-hmm. Just a pot of coffee and a couple pastries if that's possible. That's right. And if there's any way to speed that up it would be very much appreciated, we're just famished... oh wonderful... no, no thank you. Buh-bye." Samantha set the phone back on the receiver. "That's a great idea," Gus called wearily from the bed. "So do you want to—what are you doing?" Samantha had crossed over to the door, which she opened wide with nothing on but her black, lacy thong, chest still stained with cum. She turned around with the same feline smile playing across her plump lips. Her eyes devoured Gus where he lay on the bed with only his unbuttoned shirt hanging from him, hands still tied above his head. She began walking slowly toward Gus, her hips swaying just as they had the first time he had ogled her on the plane. Her hand slipped down her smooth stomach, thumb dipping below the waste of her thong where she began to run it back and forth, the thin material slipping below a stark tan line. "You know I've stayed at this hotel at least a dozen times and I'll tell you, their room service is impressively responsive." Samantha was drawing closer to the bed as his frantic eyes darted between the black thong and the wide open door, ears straining for the sound of footsteps approaching down the hallway. "So that means you should probably untie me pretty quickly," Gus said. To this, Sam smiled and pulled off her hair tie, letting her ponytail fall apart around her shoulders in auburn curtains. "Well how quickly you get untied doesn't depend on me, Gus," Samantha said. She hooked a second thumb beneath the silky black material. "It depends on you." And with that, the small bundle of black lace slid past the two globes of her ass and fell to the floor. Gus' head shot off the bed to see the pussy he had dreamed about just hours earlier, already glistening. Gus swallowed hard. "H—how does that depend on me?" "Well," Sam whispered, crawling onto the edge of the bed. "It depends on how fast you're able to return the favor." As Sam's hot breath passed inches away from his aching cock, Gus could feel each perfectly pink nipple being drawn up his legs, then his hips, now his stomach. He was staring into those startling eyes, which softened as she bit her lip. She leaned in and whispered into his ears. "But they're probably heating up the coffee now Gus. You better hurry up." For a brief second, Gus felt his stiffening dick pressed into his stomach with the now soaking lips of Sam's pussy, then she pulled herself forward, steadying her hands against the wall, her legs pinning Gus' arms and her throbbing mound hovering only inches from Gus' lips. He didn't move. Gus simply stared awestruck at the incredible sight, until Sam's head poked beyond her voluminous under-boob. "Coffee's probably done Gus." He lifted his head, and slid his tongue easily inside Sam's pussy. Like sinking into the flesh of the world's most perfect peach, Gus was instantly rewarded with a burst of sweet juices—his lips, chin, and nose were all drenched as his tongue darted in and slip upward thirstily. With a shuddering moan, Sam pressed down against Gus, pushing his head back into the pillow as she leaned more heavily against the wall. Samantha's hips began to grind with greater ferocity while her heavy breathing was broken by soft moans, which grew in pitch an intensity, bouncing off the walls and out the open door. Gus watched from below as a hand left the wall to grip her heavy breast with a ferocious ecstasy, before letting it fall to Gus' hair, coaxing him onward, her parting lips begging his tongue to search deeper, to— "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, th—th—there, don't stop. Right there." Gus' obedient lips had wrapped themselves around Sam's clit. He alternated sucking deeply upon it with rhythmic flicks of his tongue, not changing speed, but simply increasing the pressure as the hand in his hair sought the back off his head and pulled him upward. "YES! YES! GUS, DON'T YOU DARE STAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—" Samantha's legs convulsed inward around Gus' head as climax pulled the animalistic scream from her very lungs. Breathing heavily, hands supporting her shaking body against the wall, Sam lifted herself off Gus' face. "Well, that was—" "OH GOOD HEAVENS!" Samantha's head whipped around and Gus lifted his head to peer over Sam's thigh to see a young maid, standing in the open doorway, eyes the size of the coffee cups she was holding in front of her on a shaking platter. Her mouth was moving wordlessly as she stood frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from the tangle of sweaty limbs on the bed across the room. Gus' instinct was to cover himself up, but her arms were still tied beneath the head of the bed. Samantha however reacted as cool as ever. "Well that was fast, thank you my dear," she said, swinging her leg over Gus and no doubt giving the terrified maid a long flash of her glistening pussy. "You can set that on the table here next to the bed. And there's an extra tip there if you'd be so kind as to untie my friend here." And with that, Sam walked away, ass swaying, chest bouncing, to the bathroom where a second later they heard the sputtering start of the shower being turned on. Gus watched all this incredulously before turning back to the maid who still hadn't moved a muscle. Through his line of vision, Gus was now very much aware of the miracle that was his sore dick—having cum twice in the past thirty minutes it was once again standing straight up, pulsing and throbbing. From the doorway, the maid swallowed and quickly whisked her way through the room, the cups and plates on her metal tray rattling nervously. She set them on the bedside table and quickly turned to the material tied around Gus' wrists. She had to bend over to get to them and Gus found himself staring up at the crisp chest of her maid's outfit. "I—err—sorry about this," Gus mumbled, shifting his head to try and look up at her face only to see her eyes dart quickly back to the tie, which was beginning to come loose. Gus was fairly certain she had just been staring at his unyielding erection. He looked back down—Samantha was right, there was a slight resemblance to the Washington Memorial. The tie came loose and the maid took several paces back as Gus sat up. She quickly made the sign of the cross across her chest and turned to leave the hotel room. When she reached the door, her hungry eyes found their way back to the bed one last time before she shut the door. When the echoes of the slamming door died away, Gus finally heard a tune coming from the bathroom, soft humming beneath the persistent spattering of the shower head. As he sat on the bed something Sam had said to him earlier echoed up: Control is something you have to learn Gus. He slid silently from the bed and padded across the carpeted floor, his stiff cock bouncing with each step until he reached the bathroom, which was already billowing with steam from the shower. Here, Samantha's song echoed off the tiled floors. Gus crossed to the fogged up glass door, through which he could see the curvy goddess. With a click, the glass door opened and he entered the shower, which in actuality was the size of a small room itself. "Well hello there," Samantha said facing away from the door. "That maid is fast at everything apparently. I thought the knot would take her much longer." Finally giving into the aching desire he'd had ever since his dream on the plane, Gus reached out and filled his hands with both cheeks of Sam's voluminous ass. "Ooo," Sam said in surprise. "Mr. Hewitt, I never." Gus pulled her hips back toward him before he allowed his hands to slide upward over the soapy stomach to massage her tits, now washed clean. As he pulled her to lean back into him, he was unable to keep his hard cock from pressing into her ass where it slipped beneath her legs to rest within the canyon of each flawless cheek. "How are you still hard?" Sam asked with a laugh playing across each word. "I'm telling you Gus, at your age that's pretty impress—" With his right hand, Gus grabbed onto Sam's hip while he pushed her to bend over with his left. Sam's hands shot out to the tiled wall of the shower and looked back at Gus through hanging strands of wet hair, a look of surprise on her face before a playful smile wiped it away. Gus however wasn't staring at her face but down at the puffy, pink pussy, perfectly framed by the heart-shaped ass. As his left hand slipped down her back to grasp the other side of her hips, Gus slowly slid the tip inside Sam's inviting lips for the first time. Sam pushed back away from the wall, sheathing Gus' dick further and he needed no further invitation. Gripping her firmly around the waste, Gus thrust forward as far as was allowed. The wet SLAP echoed off the glass walls, followed soon after by another, and another, faster and faster, the noise of which was soon joined by Samantha's animalistic moans. Without even thinking Gus slapped his hand across Sam's glistening ass, which rippled satisfyingly. The heighted pitch of Sam's next ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, was all the encouragement he needed. He wound back and spanked her harder. "Oh fuck me Gus, fuck me harder," Sam moaned. Gus grabbed both hips again and pulled Sam back forcefully as he thrust into her, his aching balls swinging back and forth. Augustus H. and the Meaning of Life Pt. 01 SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-GUSSSSSSSSSSS! Gus felt Sam's body shudder and her pussy contract around his cock, which burst forth on his last thrust, filling her with wave after wave of cum, which he inexplicably still had left. For over a minute Gus remained inside Sam, as they both stood motionless, breathing heavily, allowing the hot water to continue to wash over them. Finally, Samantha straightened up and Gus slipped out of her at last. She turned, slightly unsteady on her feet. Gus reached out and grabbed her arms to support her. She reached out and put a hand on his heaving chest, easily feeling his frantic heartbeat. She patted him twice and in a slight slur, she spoke. "Good choice you were." Coffee and pastries untouched, still slightly damp from the shower, Gus and Samantha crawled back into the rumpled sheets of the king bed. Just as the deepest sleep of his life descended upon him, Gus heard Samantha in his ear. "It's been a pleasure riding you Augustus Hewitt." *-* When Gus woke up, the thick orange light of dusk lay heavy about the room. He rolled over and found himself alone in bed. Groggily he sat up and looked around. Samantha's bag wasn't there. "Samantha?" No answer. Wondering if he had just been James Bonded for the first time, Gus made to flop back into the enveloping comfort of the bed when he saw a note filled with a confident, slanted handwriting. Dear Gus, Thank you for the breast red eye (and post red eye afternoon) I've had in a long while. I can tell I made the right choice with you, so here is where I let you in on a little secret. You said you were interested in learning the meaning of life. Sadly, I'm not the one who gets to share it with you, but if you see this journey through to the end, I promise you'll be satisfied with the answer. First, a little history. I grew up a long way away from where you currently lie, naked and snoring. I don't know who my biological parent's were, which would make me, an orphan. I count myself lucky however because I grew up with eight wonderful girls that were sisters to me. We were all adopted by the same woman, who raised us as well as any mother could. She taught all nine of us about the world and instilled within us a healthy, and some would say progressive, set of values when it came to ideas on sex. As we became sexually mature, we naturally came to realize that the world is full of dicks—and not the good kind you can play with, but the bad kind—as in douchebags. So, the nine of us made a pact before we all split up and went our separate ways. That pact was that when we encountered a unique guy, we would have our fun, and if we felt he was worth it, would then send him along to share with the next sister. Now we agreed to continue this pact until the day that one guy would be able to charm his way through the whole list—namely, all nine sisters. In the ten years since we made that pact, not one has made it the whole way through. We are still waiting for that one guy, who if worthy, will find his way into the hearts (and other parts) of all nine of us—if that man exists, he will be rewarded with the priceless gift of knowing the meaning of life, something we were all lucky enough to be told at a very young age. So what do you think Gus? You said you were ready to take your life in a different direction. Just remember this most important rule: You aren't allowed to tell any of the sisters that I've let you in on the game until AFTER they've let you inside of them. Only after that point do you give them this card and they will be able to give you the next one. Good luck Gus! XOXO, Samantha Beneath the paper, Gus found a small card. Samantha Stewart Cassandra Knight (Passakwana, Illinois) ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? Gus read the letter over once again and looked back at the card, smiling. "Where the hell is Passakwana, Illinois?"