In my previous story, I met a lady while working on a flight from Dubai, United Arab Emirates. She took me into her suite at a hotel and treated me like her master.

The next day, I had some time off and went home to take care of some personal things. On the last day of my break, I received a call from the airline’s dispatcher, asking me if I would substitute for some stateside regional flights for a couple of days. Then I would get another couple of days off before resuming my flights to the United Arab Emirates.

I agreed and caught a flight to the city where I would begin the route. The crew I worked with was loose and fun to be with.

On the return and my final flight to this large southeastern city, I was assisting in the coach section alone.

The flight wasn’t full, 25 passengers in all, with a capacity of 70.

In the back seats of this flight sat a couple who were around twenty years older than me.

He had a bit of grey hair; average-looking, but well-dressed.

She was attractive, with short brunette hair, in a professional style that I’ve seen female managers wear.

During the flight, the married couple struck up a conversation with me. They ordered alcoholic drinks and told me they were returning from what they called an annual honeymoon.

Basically, every other summer, they would take an exotic vacation somewhere.

I mentioned I work on international flights, and when I mentioned I was returning to Dubai in a few days, they looked at each other and decided they would check it out on their next trip.

Sometime during our chats, they introduced themselves as Mike and Lori. They had been married for over twenty years and had no children.

When the flight landed and the passengers began to disembark, Lori asked me if I was staying in the city for a few days. I mentioned that I didn’t live very far away, and I was off for a few days.

I asked why, and she said they would like to invite me out to dinner later.

Being this was my last flight, and I didn’t have to catch another flight home soon, I took them up on their offer.

Although we’re not supposed to reveal to passengers which hotels we stay in, the lady knew where I was staying.

I met them in the lounge, and they drove me to a restaurant that remained open late at night.

We ordered a light meal, and as we were eating, they were asking a few personal questions, such as whether I was married or had a girlfriend.

After the dinner, which the husband paid for, they asked if I would be interested in going to a club in town that they were members of.

Being adventurous, I agreed, because I wanted to see how this night would end up.

To my surprise, or maybe not, they took me to a private club.

The doorman greeted them by name and welcomed them back. He eyed me briefly, as if he knew something.

The parlor was well furnished with tables and chairs; several had couples chatting with each other with background jazz music playing.

We sat at a table, and a scantily clad waitress asked what I’d like to drink. I ordered a beer, since I didn’t want to get too wasted. The husband ordered a scotch and water, while his wife ordered a martini.

I watched the waitress walk to the bar, admiring her features, when Lori asked me if I thought she was sexy.

Not knowing if Lori was asking about the waitress or herself, I said, “Yes, very sexy.”

Then Mike excused himself to the men’s room before the drinks arrived.

“Parker, do you know what kind of club this is?” Lori asked.

I happened to be looking around, and it looked like an exclusive place where the financially well-to-do people go, but a place where someone in my financial status would not be allowed to enter.

“No, but if I guessed, it would be like the type of club back in my hometown, I call City Club, for the wealthy.”

Lori smiled at my reply, knowing I had no idea.

A thought struck me, so I asked, “Lori, I find it odd that a couple of your status. Why did you fly coach and sit in the rear seats of the flight?”

She laughed as the waitress set our drinks down.

“We fly first class when we go on flights. But this flight was a last-minute idea to return home early, and we didn’t pay attention to our reservation.

Mike returned, and as he sat, he mentioned that the back rooms were interesting.

Lori smiled, “Maybe we should take Parker and let him see.”

Usually, I can figure out people’s intentions, especially when it comes to sexual ones. But for some reason, I was thinking of a poker game.

And I guess “poke her” would be an apt description of what went on in the back.

Mike led the way, while Lori took my hand and we walked past an attendant standing by a wooden door.

Past the door was a short hallway, lit with red lamps, then it turned into another dimly lit hall with glass windows fronting several rooms.

The first room had a round bed in the middle, with two women in a sixty-nine position, while I assumed their husbands watched from their seats.

I watched for a moment, then Lori led me to the next room.

This room was like the first, with a rectangular bed in the middle. Two men were sharing a woman between them. She had one guy’s cock in her mouth, and the other man was fucking her hard and fast from behind.

Lori and I watched for another moment before she led me to the third window.

This one was what Mike may have been talking about.

An attractive, short-haired brunette lady with small breasts was being untied from the binds that hung from the ceiling. I could see marks on her ass and legs from what appeared to be a stinging whipping.

Around her neck was a leather collar with a leash held by a muscular black man, dressed in a leather mask and leather cock restraint, who was threatening her with a rider’s crop.

She kept saying, “Yes, master.”

We watched as she knelt in front of the man beside what looked to me like a doctor’s examining bed and removed his restraint.

When his cock was released, Lori gasped, “That’s unnatural!”

I agreed, saying, “Damn, that’s huge!”

If I had to guess, this man’s cock was a foot long and as thick as a beer can.

I don’t know how a woman could take something as large, but I’m sure it happens.

And it did later.

We watched as the woman took the uncircumcised head into her mouth, and she gagged when he began to shove it in her mouth as he pulled her hair with a firm grip using his free hand.

I looked around for Mike, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Lori, obviously aroused by this time, took me past another room, where two men were doggie fucking their wives beside each other.

Lori led me into an empty room with a regular bed, and as we began to kiss, she started pushing her thighs into my crotch aggressively.

We didn’t take long to get undressed, then Lori took my cock in her hands and stroked it, while we kissed some more. Then she knelt and began to suck on it, like she was starving.

I don’t know how I restrained myself from premature ejaculation, but I managed.

Lori massaged my balls like an expert as she took me all the way down her throat.

After a moment, she lay on the bed, and I couldn’t resist tasting her pussy.

Lori was already wet, and soon she was having orgasms and soaking my face and chin with her juices.

When she couldn’t take it anymore, she pushed my head away and moaned.

I took advantage of her and mounted her, thrusting deep and hard.

I didn’t last long and unloaded all I had in her warm, wet pussy.

We lay on the bed, catching our breaths, before I realized her husband had been watching. He was naked and was stroking his cock when I looked over at the door.

Lori smiled as Mike walked over to her, and they kissed for a long moment.

Then Mike leaned down and ate the cream pie I unloaded into his wife.

Lori began to have another orgasm, and seeing her husband was occupied with her pussy, I put my cock in her mouth, and she obliged by sucking on it.

Mike stood up and began to fuck his wife, and soon gave her another cream pie.

I’ve seen kinky videos before, but to participate and watch a man eat cum out of his wife twice was, to say the least, interesting.

Later, we got dressed, and as we were leaving, we stopped to watch the black man in the third room lay the law down to the brunette woman with his monstrous cock.

It appeared that he was splitting her in two.

She clearly was enjoying the pain, and soon, the man began to breathe hard, and his torso began to stiffen.

He let loose inside the woman’s pussy with loud gasps of air.

When he pulled his cock out, a stream of his semen oozed out of her pussy, dripping onto the exam bed.

As he stepped back, the woman turned around, took his cock, and drained whatever he may have left.

Satisfied, he was completed, she began to lick up the semen from the bed.

In a stunned silence, Mike led Lori and me back to their car.

The ride to my hotel was quiet until they stopped and let me out.

“Parker, thanks for the evening,” Lori smiled as I got out of the car.