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Gettin' Lacey Wet (Mf MF, BDs, Oral, Anal, Exh, Con?)

By Randy Rock Star

- For lacey, inspired by girl

Don sipped his coffee and gazed around the room. A senior pilot with a major national carrier, he was now beginning a two week furlough. Normally he would stay the night at the airport hotel because he would have a plane to fly out in the morning, but he'd made arrangements to take the red eye home so he could get a start on his long awaited holiday. He was young for such stature in the airline, still only 37. He was handsome and tall, just over six feet. He worked out whenever he had the chance and was a trim and fit 187 lbs. With dark hair and eyes and a uniform he was quite attractive to the ladies. He was looking forward to some time with these ladies as soon as he got back home. Unlike many pilots he avoided fooling around with the flight attendants, even though he'd been propositioned by many, male and female alike. “Never get your meat where you get your potatoes” his uncle had told him, never quite explaining which was meat and which was potato. This policy brought him respect probably helped in his rise among the ranks. But now he was stranded due to weather, off the clock on furlough and wanting some sweet pussy to kill time with. He stood at the bar of the first class passenger lounge and looked around the room to see what was available.

He saw her across the room. It was hard to miss her. He normally went for women in their late twenties or early thirties. But this girl was right out of a men's magazine. She looked about 18 or 19. Chewing gum and wearing too much makeup, she had a choker around her neck. She wore a white blouse sized too small and with one too many buttons undone, it was obvious she was wearing a push up bra. Her skirt was a plaid kilt design and pleated but cut short to mini. She was wearing above the knee stockings that left about four inches of bare leg. Her feet were covered in loafers. She looked every bit the mythical Catholic high school slut. But that wasn't what got his attention. What attracted his attention was her pussy.

You know the kind of seating in an airport lounge? Firm square cushions and seat backs, these ones covered in leather due to the lounge being first class, and also the airport's cost cutting measures. The girl was sitting on the edge of the lounge seat, exposing her bare pussy. It was plain that she was dong it on purpose. She was squirming away and rubbing her legs together and then spreading them and when she saw him looking she grinned. He watched her put on a show for him for a good fifteen minutes. Then he saw the man standing behind her. Young looking but still, he was obviously twenty years older than she was. He was definitely with her and touched her on occasion with apparent affection. He must be her father, he thought.

Immediately he was filled with guilt. Don has the same double standard that most men have, and if he had a daughter he sure wouldn't want her to behave like any of the women he slept with. His erection dissipated and after a few minutes consideration he decided to be the hero and inform the father.

"Excuse me but I thought you should know that your daughter here is squirming on the edge of the seat and she's not wearing panties. She's exposing herself to the men standing over at the bar."

"Where you were standing the last fifteen minutes? It's ginger and she's not my daughter."

Not easily embarrassed, his face turned beet red. "I'm so very sorry Ginger. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope you're not offended. I just thought that ...."

"My name is lacey." She interrupted. "It's ginger that made me squirm. Nice to meet you too ... " she continued with a pleased look on her face, but she let the sentence hang as if to provide segue way for him to introduce himself.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Don. Don Ewan. I fly for Air Rogant. The only airline that matters.” He extended his hand to the man who returned the handshake with a firm grip.

“Not at all! It was lacey who was rude and impudent. Something I'll address with her later.” She looked downward and remorseful. He let go of Don's hand and with his fingers, lightly caressed her neck then lifted her chin. “Tell the nice Captain about ginger, lacey.”

Don didn't know what to think. Or maybe what not to think, because the images were pretty wild and vivid. He imagined some other girl. Where she was now he didn't know. Perhaps in the washroom. Who was this girl named ginger. She broke his thoughts with her explanation.

“It's a root used to flavour ...”

The man grabbed her jaw and interrupted. “You know what I meant child! Now tell the good Captain about last night!” He ordered as he moved his hand behind her head. Anyone else would think he was caressing the back of her head but Don could clearly see that he had her hair in hand.

“Yes Daddy, I'm sorry. I'll behave now. Please spank me later, I deserve to be punished.” Then she looked at the good Captain and began again. “Daddy was not pleased with me last night. He was out with an old friend from high school and I was lonely so I drank all the booze in the room bar and fell asleep. Daddy had promised his friend he could fuck me and when they came back to the room I was out cold. I'm no fun at all when I'm asleep so they left to pick up girls at a goth party his friend knew about.” She squirmed some more and moved her hand to rub her crotch when he tightened the grip on her hair and she relented and returned her had to her side.

“When I woke this morning my hands and feet were tied to the bedposts. Daddy was sitting in the arm chair and his friend was between my legs licking my pussy. It felt so great. He was almost as good as my Daddy.” She looked up in adoration and he smiled at her. “Daddy was peeling a piece of fresh ginger root that he'd picked up in a Chinese herbalists shop.” she continued. “Daddy's friend lives in Chinatown and they passed the shop and found it open, on their way back to his place with the girls. When they saw that I was awake Daddy got up from his chair and handed the peeled ginger root to his friend and told him to stick it up my useless twat and twist it around. Do you know about ginger Captain? Do you know what it does to a girl?”

“I can see it makes you squirm.” He replied. He was oblivious to the room around him now. He was enthralled at the circumstances before him. Don considered himself to be a pretty open-minded lover. He'd even been amused when his co-pilots had begun dropping the E in his last name and dubbed him “Don Wan”. But he had never been exposed to the Ds lifestyle before and was somewhat surprised that his cock was harder than he could ever remember.

“It makes me want to fuck, Captain. It makes me want to stick something big and hard up my cunt. It's more than I can handle sometimes. Daddy, please.” She pleaded. “I know you said I have to wait until we get home. But the good Captain has something big in his pants that needs attention. Please can I fuck him and show you I'm sorry for last night?”

The Master thought for a moment and then looked at the Captain and said “Can you get a room? Your expense, of course. I'm providing the meat.”

“You bet!” said Don with a big grin. “I have dibs on the best suite in the hotel here.”

“Excellent! You might regret this girl.” Daddy said. He pulled a thin leash from his pocket and affixed it to the loop on what Don now realized was a collar. “Let's go.” And the three of them left the lounge and walked toward the elevator. The Captain made a quick call on his cellphone to reserve the suite.

They attracted plenty of strange looks from people as they were whisked along the moving walkway. The leash was not exactly discreet. But lacey wore it proudly. If it was not an airport Don may have been concerned with being seen but these people were strangers. Pilots and attendants were either tucked away in staff lounges or already on their way to airline paid for accommodations. They made their way across the concourse and then up the escalator to the hotel lobby. There was no need to check in as the pilot had a special arrangement. They got into the hotel elevator and as the doors closed Daddy kissed his slut passionately from behind her and then grabbed the edges of her blouse and ripped it open. Then he pushed her down onto her knees and said to the pilot, “Take out your cock, Captain. Let my little slut have a taste of what she wants so badly to fuck.” The pilot opened his pants and pulled out his manhood. A decent specimen, it was. Uncircumcised, and just over seven and a half inches long, it was trimmed of hair on the shaft and ball sac. “Suck it, bitch!” Daddy ordered and pushed lacey's face towards the Captain's cock. She put her lips around the head and took a breath through her nose. Then she took his entire length into her throat and her lips bottomed out on his pelvis. This was only the second time he had been deep throated and the first time the girl really had to work at it. “Pretty good, isn't she?” Daddy grinned.

The doors opened at the seventeenth floor. There was a hotel steward waiting by the open doors with a utility cart. “Evening Captain.” Said the steward. “Your room is all ready.” He had a sly grin as he said it. The girl sucking on the Captains dick looked to be about his own age.

“Thanks, David. Not a word about this ok? I'll have a generous tip added to the room bill.”

“No problems here, Captain. Enjoy your stay.”

Daddy grabbed the leash and lead her out of the elevator and into the penthouse suite. The steward was gone in an instant. Don threw his bag on the luggage stand and walked over to the well-stocked bar and turned to his unusual guests and said, “I hope you like a place with a view.” They looked around and were taken aback for a moment as they took in the surrounding vista. The suite took up the entire top floor and you could see the airport to one side and the lights of the city to the other. The bed was bigger than king size and placed in the center of the room.

Excited, lacey ran to the bed and jumped into the middle. She spread her legs wide open and pulled her skirt up to the waist and giggled like a little girl. Then she leaned back on her elbows and said, “I'm ready and willing Daddy. My cunt is yours and yours alone to use and share as you wish. If it pleases you Daddy, may I offer my juicy cunt to the good Captain? I so need to be fucked.”

Daddy ignored lacey and looked to the Captain and said, “You have my permission to fuck this naughty whore. She can repay you for the choice accommodations in this manner. Fuck her good and hard for your pleasure and my enjoyment. Use her as you wish. But leave her asshole. That is for me and me alone.” And then he took his place at the bar and began to look out at the crews trying in futility to clear the runways. Don, meanwhile had removed his clothes and was putting a condom on his rock hard erection.

Daddy pulled a silver case from his pocket and removed a nicely rolled joint which he lit with a lighter than was sitting on the bar. He took a deep draw from it and exhaled as he looked at the storm outside and the reflection of the tempest on the bed behind him. He poured himself a drink and watched with enjoyment as the Captain ravaged his wife with his lust muscle. He smiled as lacey instinctively put her hands together above her head and kept her legs spread wide and slightly bent at the knee as if tied to the bed. Sometimes he found her asleep in that position. She was a natural submissive. Rambunctious and youthful, she seemed to shine when kept in line and virtually glowed when she was told what to do and ordered about. She felt empowered and free of responsibility. And when she misbehaved, the consequences made her wet, and sometimes even made her climax. These were the happiest days of her life.

The animals fucked for at least two hours. The effects of the ginger would last all night but a man can only do what a man can do. The good Captain went through four condoms that night, filling two and breaking the other two. They tried at least a dozen different positions. He'd never fucked a woman so crazed before. And he'd never heard of ginger being used in such a manner. He'd have to try this on his friend Candy when he got home. He was amused at the thought. Candied ginger for Christmas. Or maybe that's Gingered Candy. No matter. She was usually only good for a short session of mostly oral and he wanted to see what it might do to her. His mind drifted. He was spent. He could no longer stay hard and he was between her legs still trying to satisfy when he fell asleep.

“Tee hee”, she giggled. “He's snoring and it tickles.” she said.

“You did well, child. I'm very pleased and proud of you.”

She beamed. Nothing made her so happy as pleasing her lover. “I'm good and warmed up now Daddy. Want to put your big cock in my pussy and leave a nice hot load of spunk?”

“You deserve more than that child. Turn over and stick your pretty little bottom up in the air.”

“Oh goody, a spanking!” she giggled. “Or are you going to put it in my ass?”, she asked hopefully.

He rubbed her bum lovingly with his strong hands, squeezing and massaging them and then spreading them apart, he spat on her puckered anus and rubbed it in with his thumb. Then he lifted his right hand and brought it down on her left cheek with a smack. “Both, my sweet child”, he said thinking of the second piece of ginger in his pocket. “Both.”