The Young Stewardess
by Grace Jones
(SLS-128)


FOREWORD 

Natalie Wintrop was a tall, elegant blonde, who was very popular as a 
stewardess. She worked for a major airline, and was assigned the "around the 
world" run. She learned rapidly how to take advantage of her travel to meet 
interesting new people in the various exciting cities where her far-flung 
plane routing took her. 

At first, she was a shy girl and somewhat uneasy meeting men from every 
continent. But it wasn't long before she had developed into a very mature 
and sophisticated young woman who could cope with the strange new life she 
had chosen. 

Yet to her surprise, the airline captain on the Los Angeles run, was always 
pursuing her. She knew he was not a married man, yet she didn't want to 
become involved with him. 

Yet, he would always suggest they go places together in London. She tried to 
keep it on a platonic basis, but Jeff was always working toward exactly the 
opposite goal. 

It was in Istanbul, she chanced to meet a handsome young Turk in a 
restaurant who became so turned-on by her contrasting blonde beauty he went 
down the street after her, begging for her to just to speak to him. Finally, 
she couldn't resist the temptation of getting acquainted with him as he 
seemed like a man of mystery and intrigue, say nothing of wealth. 

Soon, she looked forward to going to Istanbul more than any other city in 
the world. And after that came a businessman in Bombay involved in India's 
huge film industry. She met him at the Starlight Bar in the Taj Mahal Hotel, 
and soon that relationship blossomed. There was a diamond merchant in Hong 
Kong who tried to involve her by gifting her with a diamond butterfly, which 
did bedazzle her. And In Hawaii, she met a retired American who'd come to 
the islands to enjoy his wealth in the sunshine. 

She discovered that men of different nations in the world community had 
different erotic desires. And she also quickly found out how profitable it 
could be to throw over her inhibitions and carry on with these men as if 
nothing was wrong. 

Yet there was a persistent and most disturbing tugging at her conscience 
that continued. And it was this troubling fact that bothered her when her 
parents would ask her about her romantic situation. For, immediately her own 
past would flashback into her mind; the wild orgies, the ugly acts, and the 
rewards. Being a stewardess had been marvelous in some ways, but distressing 
in others. And what was even more troubling was the fact she enjoyed the 
involvements. 

-The Publisher 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Kathy Mitchell, the staid Personnel Director was giving some words of advice 
to the two new stewardesses who were just starting with the World-Wide 
Airlines. 

"Both of you might consider sharing an apartment together in Los Angeles. 
This will be your home base. Of course Natalie will be going on the 
around-the world World-Wide flight and Gloria Miller will be working on the 
Los Angeles to Mexico City run. Nevertheless, there's is no reason why both 
of you can't cut down on your expenses by sharing an apartment." 

Natalie, a tall, elegant blonde smiled at Gloria, and asked her what she 
thought about sharing an apartment. Gloria thought it over. It was true they 
both could save some money. Yet she knew it was equally true that she would 
be sacrificing some privacy and this troubled her. She had never shared a 
place with anyone. As the blonde young stewardess, Natalie Winthrop, looked 
at the olive-skinned, dark-haired Gloria who didn't answer, she replied, 
"well, you can think it over ... you don't have to make your mind up today!" 

Gloria looked up. "I have thought it over. There isn't any reason why we 
can't do that. I think Mrs. Mitchell has given us a good idea." 

"Girls, make sure you get those vaccinations required for your flights in a 
day or two. As one week from today, you'll begin your flight-runs." 

They both thanked Mrs. Mitchell, and left the administration office on 
Beverly Boulevard and headed for the nearby coffee shop where they could 
talk about finding an apartment. 

"Where do you think we should begin looking for an apartment?" Gloria asked 
Natalie. 

"We must think of driving distance from the airport," Natalie reminded her 
as they both placed their orders for coffee. 

"You can say that again," Gloria nodded somberly. "Distances are so great 
out here you can spend a fortune on gas. I wish they had the subway like we 
do in New York City. That would help." 

"They'll never have one in Los Angeles," she exclaimed with a tinge of 
disgust. "Not that they don't need one. Right around the airport is too 
noisy. I'd hate to have an apartment there. With all those planes zooming 
overhead day and night we'd never get much sleep." 

As the girls talked about a convenient location, they checked out the 
available apartments and decided on a West Los Angeles location. However, 
finding the apartment they could both agree on wasn't easy. 

Finally they did locate one on the second floor of Maybury Apartments in 
West Los Angeles. The large picture window in the living room provided them 
with a superb view of the mountains rising in the distance. 

"This is it," Gloria declared, going through the apartment with an admiring 
eye. 

Natalie followed her, and the landlady followed close behind them. 

"I haven't had very good luck with stewardesses," she declared. "I hope you 
girls aren't like some of the others." 

"What do you mean?" Natalie Winthrop asked, not understanding at all. 

Laying it on the line, the landlady shook her head grimly, "some of the 
stewardesses and the pilots had parties ... parties that developed into 
drunken orgies." 

"How awful!" Gloria exclaimed, "we wouldn't be noisy and sex parties are 
out!" 

"I certainly hope so," the landlady shook her head, "it was a real nightmare 
having that crowd here." 

"I'm just starting," Natalie informed the landlady, "and I don't have many 
friends." 

"You seem like the wholesome kind of girls I'm looking for," the landlady 
finally agreed, "and I hope you stay that way!" 

Once the two young stewardesses had signed the leases and paid the rent, 
they arranged for the furniture to be moved into the apartment. And then the 
big day came when Natalie would begin her exciting new life as a stewardess. 
The first hop was the Los Angeles to London jaunt. 

The Captain immediately found Natalie a very attractive addition to the 
flight crew and every free moment she had he wanted her to be with him up in 
the cock-pit. 

"I'm anxious to see London," Natalie told Steve Moore, the handsome young 
Captain. 

"I'd love to show you around that town," he told her, "that is if you'll let 
me." 

"Why not?" Natalie smiled, "where are you staying?" 

"The Kensington Close Hotel," Steve told her. 

"Me too," Natalie grinned excitedly, "that's a big surprise. We're staying 
at the same hotel." 

"Not exactly a big surprise," Steve laughed, "The airlines book the captains 
and the stewardesses into the same hotel. You'll like the Kensington Close. 
It is not far from downtown London by the Tube and you'll enjoy seeing 
Kensington Palace and Gardens nearby." 

When they finally did arrive in London, Natalie was so exhausted she slept 
for almost a day. When she finally did wake up to the insistent ringing of 
the telephone she was surprised to hear Steve's voice. 

"Hello, Natalie...." he began, "remember our date?" 

"Oh, yes, Steve," she told him. "Why don't we go to dinner together?" 

"An excellent idea," he replied. 

An hour later, Steve picked her up at her room and they took the subway to 
downtown London getting off at Picadilly. The blinking bright lights of the 
huge theater marquees fascinated Natalie. 

"What a beautiful place this is," she exclaimed excitedly, as she saw the 
quaint buildings, the splashing fountains, and the small white church with 
it quaint steeple which was such an interesting throwback to another era. 
Together, they walked down to the Strand. Once again Natalie couldn't help 
marvel at the interesting marquee above the Adelphi Theater. They passed the 
Savoy Hotel and came to Simpson's on the Strand. 

"We'll have a regular British dinner," he told her. "Simpson's is famous for 
its roast beef." 

Waiters in black tuxedos, combining with the formal British decor of 
Simpson's provided the perfect setting for a typically British dinner. 
Following a pleasant meal, they again walked around the St. James Square and 
finally took the subway back to Kensington. 

Everything went smoothly until Natalie tried to say goodnight to the young, 
blonde, broad-shouldered Captain Steve Moore at her hotel room door. 

"Isn't it rather early to say goodnight?" he smiled, putting one foot in the 
door. 

"Captain Moore," Natalie said sternly, "I ... I don't know what is typical 
behavior for the other stewardesses on your flights, but I can tell you how 
I feel about...." 

"About what?" the young blonde Captain smiled, putting on his most charming 
act. 

"About getting too friendly too fast if you know what I mean," she told him 
flatly. 

The Captain wasn't so easily put off. 

"It's rather awkward kissing a girl goodnight in the hallway," he smiled 
innocently, edging his foot farther in the door. 

Natalie had to admit that perhaps she was imagining things. Maybe the young 
airline pilot merely wanted a small show of affection and she had read him 
all wrong. Being too suspicious could be as bad as not being suspicious at 
all. 

"Alright," she told him, "but we both had better get too bed before its too 
late." 

"I couldn't agree more," the Captain smiled, wrapping his arms around 
Natalie and bringing her body closer to him as he pressed his lips on hers 
affectionately. 

When he had finished Frenching with her, Natalie stood there with her mouth 
open. She was stunned by the wanton boldness of Captain Steve Moore. He had 
seemed like such a reserved nice man at first. But now he was turning into a 
sex-wild man with animalistic instincts. 

"You'd better get going," she warned him. 

When she became angry, she was incredibly beautiful in a sensuous way and 
this provided the kind of magnetic attraction that prompted Steve to 
continue his hanky-panky love-making. 

"You look like a lonely girl," he smiled, and then she felt him reaching for 
her again. His arms swept around her, and once more he was pressing his lips 
passionately on hers. Soon he was gently sliding his tongue in her mouth and 
then he was sucking on her tongue, obviously trying hard to fire her up. 

"You need to be loved," he insisted, when he eased his tongue from her 
mouth, "and I'm just the man for you. You're a single girl and I'm not 
married so why not? Who will know?" 

Even though Natalie had always thought of herself as uninhibited she still 
couldn't quite bring herself to turn-on this quickly with the hot and very 
bold young Captain. 

"Maybe ... another time," she tried to beg off. 

There was no begging off anymore. The Captain was anxious to start kissing 
her again. The mischievous gleam in her eyes told him that perhaps she 
wouldn't object if they did get going. 

"Don't tell me you are a virgin," he laughed. 

There was something demeaning about the way the young Captain said that. It 
taunted her to think he might feel she had managed to slip by high school, 
college and the airline program for the stewardess's and still remain a 
virgin. 

"Of course not," she snapped indignantly, "but that doesn't mean I'm ready 
to hop in bed with every man that wants to...." 

Once again, Steve's eyes were focused on hers. 

And once more his lips were pressing on hers. It bothered her in one way, 
but it aroused her in another. He started to kiss her, and proceeded to 
slide his tongue in and out of her mouth until she couldn't stand it any 
longer. 

"Please...." he whispered and then she succumbed. They went into the bedroom 
together and she undressed in the dark. When he saw the voluptuous nakedness 
of her beautiful body he licked his lips in anxious anticipation. He could 
hardly wait to see her completely naked. 

His eyes went down to the trim curves of her body, and he saw the blonde 
pubic hair ... and the quivering moist lips of her pussy. 

Steve didn't take long to strip. Soon the two of them were naked on her bed 
and his eyes once more looked between her splayed legs. He began kissing 
her, but she seemed suddenly embarrassed as he pressed his lips against her 
bosoms, and began licking persuasively down to her crotch. 

"What's wrong?" the naked airline Captain asked the stewardess. 

"I ... I've never had a man go down on me," she explained, her lower lip 
quivering nervously. 

Her remark didn't turn him off. Instead it turned him all the more on. 
"Then, it's about time you did have somebody get down there and eat your 
cunt out. You're so beautiful, Natalie ... and I know you're going to taste 
delicious." 

Steve was revving her up, firing her imagination, getting her own lusty 
desires soaring. 

Still feeling some traces of guilt over what she was doing, Natalie was 
nevertheless drawn into the magnetic web of erotic desire that he was 
spinning for her. 

"If you want to...." she said softly. 

Her eyes never left him as she watched what he was doing. She could observe 
as he licked her that he was breathing deeply. And down between his legs she 
could see the long, thick flesh of his penis. It was throbbing with 
man-sized hardness as he licked his way to her quivering pussy-lips. 

The beaded moistness that rimmed the tender pink lips of her vagina 
indicated to Steve just how stimulated Natalie was. His tongue swept down to 
her cunt, and he licked the moist pink pussy lips hungrily. As she parted 
her legs, the appealing folds of her pussy seemed to flower in anxious 
openness. She was anxious to have him pressing his hot lips against her 
cunt-lips. He could tell she was just aching for it to slip between her 
legs. 

Reaching his hands gently under the voluptuous swell of her naked buttocks, 
he wasted no time in letting his tongue slide along her cuntal slit. 

Natalie was hot and trembled against him, her eyes closing as she breathed 
anxiously, her cunt lips seeing his lips. Steve kissed her cunt and she 
responded, shoving her cunt up to his face. His mouth opened around her 
pussy, his lips pressing hard as his tongue searched inside her moist mound. 

Natalie's hand shook with the excitement she felt in her loins, as she 
reached down, firmly gripping his head and shoving him down there. She 
needed his tongue desperately now. She wanted to feel him licking inside 
her, sucking on her cunt, eating her. 

The lewdness of the act inflamed her own carnal appetite. 

The naked blonde stewardess anxiously squirmed her sweet-smelling feminine 
body frantically against the Captain's hot mouth. Steve loved the feel of 
her wriggling ass-cheeks, as she twisted back and forth. 

Her thighs parted, as she twisted on her side and he began flipping his 
tongue inside her like a sex machine. Pressing her thighs against his 
burning hot face, she pumped her pelvis in time to his hot tongue stabs, 
crying out passionately, "Ohhhh, ahhh, suck me ... suck my cunt ... suck 
me!" 

His arms went around her, and he gripped her smooth, firm round ass-cheeks 
tightly. The warm, moist slit of her pussy that lay between her soft, 
trembling thighs, tasted delicious to him. The more he sucked on her there, 
the more aroused she became. 

"Eat me ... suck my cunt ... eat my pussy," she begged him frantically, as 
her hands gripped his head tighter, pinning him to her pussy. 

The lust-flames that burned in her body were almost consuming her in their 
ferocity. Never before had any man ever loved her like this. It was one 
thing to have a man's huge cock stabbing inside her, and she loved that. 
Yes, this tongue slipping in her cunt seemed like the ultimate and most 
intimate of all sex connections and she loved it. 

"Suck me ... suck my juicy cunt ... suck me!" she panted, becoming more 
aroused every moment. 

Grasping, hissing with frenzied passions, she arched her body now, 
rhythmically pumping her cunt in his face. 

"Eat me ... eat my pussy," she begged, as she finally gushed. Steve wasted 
no time in lapping up her hot, juicy cunt. He kept his tongue surging inside 
her, arousing her, igniting her still more. Natalie was coming in multiple 
climaxes, a tribute to Steve's lashing tongue movements, which had given her 
so much erotic pleasure. 

"Ohhhh, ahhh, eat me ... eat my cunt, " she cried out passionately. 

This pleased Steve. He could take the credit for transforming Natalie from a 
shy, sweet young stewardess into a wanton woman who could beg for it without 
shame or inhibition. 

"Yessss, " the young blonde girl groaned, her body writhing in erotic 
response to his stabbing tongue. 

Slipping his hands from underneath her ass cheeks, he reached up to squeeze 
the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, rubbing his palm over the crinkly 
hard peaks of her erect nipples until her thighs opened wider still, her 
loins wiggling upward until he buried his face in her delicious crotch. His 
wet tongue, continued sliding in her slick cuntal hole, savoring the taste 
of her twat. 

"Ohhhh, keep licking me there," she begged frantically, as her hips twisted, 
her body writhing in sexual ecstasy. "Yes ... yes ... nibble me there, Steve 
... pleassssse!" 

She was gasping for air, enjoying his ravenous pussy eating episode. When he 
finally did release his tight grip on her tits, and slide his tongue from 
her cunt, he licked his lips, savoring the taste of her. 

"I ... I never believed I could enjoy that before," she admitted candidly. 
"You were fantastic!" 

Steve prided himself on his cunt eating capabilities. And he didn't hesitate 
to express his gratitude to young Natalie for enjoying it with him. 

"I ... I'm glad you enjoyed it, Natalie," he told her, "so did I!" 

Natalie gave him a strange look as he got off the bed. Drops of cum were 
oozing from his cock-tip. His quivering huge cock obviously needed some 
satisfaction. Its huge, purple-veined head with the small slit at the crown 
of his cock where the drops of crystal cum were slowly oozing out all told 
her just how excited he had become. It gave Natalie a sense of power to see 
his need, his hugeness, his dripping cum. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Now it's your turn," he smiled, getting on top of her in a straddling 
position. 

She squirmed under Steve's muscled weight trying to break free. She didn't 
like the idea of doing what he expected of her now. His ass-cheeks were 
resting on her tits, and she could feel his muscular legs as he pressed 
tightly againt her. 

"Go ahead," he demanded, "play with my ass while you lick my cock!" 

Reaching behind him, she squeezed the sinewy cheeks of his buttocks, and his 
cock probed between her lips. But she wouldn't open her lips. Steve kept 
pressing the bulbous, pulsing head of his cock against her moist lips. But 
she wouldn't open her mouth for him to enter. 

"Hurry up, Natalie," he begged, "I can't stand it. I need your mouth around 
my cock soooo bad!" 

She loved having him this aroused. His voice came in hoarse, whispery gasps 
as he pushed his huge, throbbing cock against her lips. 

His buttocks brushed against the soft fleshiness of her large breasts. He 
could feel her erect nipples touching his firm ass-cheeks. 

Steve's cock trembled. He wanted to plunge his huge penis into her mouth. He 
was anxious to shove the sensitive, lust-bloated head of his cock deep down 
her throat and give her a face-fuck she would never forget. After all he 
reasoned he had gone down on her cunt, so why shouldn't she give him a 
cocksuck. 

"Oohhh, Natalie ... come on, suck me ... suck me," he begged, his voice 
cracking in fervent arousal. Now, Natalie's lips trembled, her eyelids began 
fluttering. It was obvious she was considering permitting him to face-fuck 
her. Steve wanted nothing more than to sink his aching, huge prick between 
her full, sensuous lips. He wanted to see his throbbing penis sliding 
smoothly in and out of her mouth, and to drive it down her throat with hot, 
uncontrolled lust. This was his desire. He had to have her like this. 

Finally, she reached up and grabbed his huge throbbing cock. She pulled it 
to her lips, and ever so gently let her tongue slide over the tip. She could 
taste him starting to cum. It got Steve so excited his balls tightened, and 
he began fucking her face sliding it deep inside her mouth. Her lips 
fastened firmly on his huge, throbbing cock. 

Grabbing her head with one hand, Steve guided his huge cock with his other 
hand, telling her to grab his buttocks, while he fucked her. 

Natalie had never given head before. She could hardly believe it was 
happening to her now. 

It was getting even bigger as he pushed it in. She almost choked on his 
cock, her eyes were half open as she looked blankly up at him. It didn't 
matter that she could barely see his face. The only thing that she cared 
about now was his rock hard cock. Steve's lunging cock. His huge, beautiful, 
hard throbbing prick stabbing rhythmically down her throat. 

Steve entered her mouth with a single, deep-thrusting stroke, a powerful 
lunge, and then he was driving his cock down her throat repeatedly with all 
of his force and strength. His balls rode her lips as he stabbed in her 
mouth all the way. 

"Ohhh, yes, yesss," he gasped as he fucked her furiously. The wonderful 
sensation of her elastic lips clasping at his sliding, long cock got him 
more aroused than ever. 

"Suck ... suck my prick," he begged, as she grasped his huge, throbbing cock 
in her mouth, sucking down hard. He closed his eyes, savoring the exquisite 
pain of her teeth biting lightly on his stabbing prick. 

He enjoyed probing down her throat, seeing her face flush in the heat of 
passion. The delicious tightness of her throat as he brushed the head of his 
cock back and forth got him more aroused than ever. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yes ... eat me ... eat me, " he begged frantically 
knowing he was about ready to explode inside her. 

As Steve pumped his cock down her throat, he would rise up and lower 
himself. With every downswing, his hairy balls swept lewdly against her 
lips, his ass-cheeks pressing against her tits, adding lusty pleasure to the 
obscene act. 

Her hot hands clasped his buttocks. She could feel his firm ass-muscles flex 
as he fucked her hard. 

"That's the way," he panted, "Now ... ohhh, I'm almost there. Fasten your 
lips on my prick! Suck ... suck it ... ohhh, ahhh, suck!" 

Natalie gurgled and grunted with every thrust of his long stiff prick. She 
strangely loved the unique sensation of having him slipping his cock deep in 
her mouth and suddenly sliding it down her throat. The intimacy of the act, 
the closeness of his crotch, the stimulating effect of his sweaty balls 
slapping against her lips with every downswing of his buttocks as he pressed 
against her naked, hard-nippled tits made her skin shiver with the passion 
of their wanton lovemaking. 

"Suck ... suck it off," he begged, knowing how close he was to climax. He 
was determined she would give him the wildest fuck-suck of his life. And as 
Natalie closed her eyes, permitting him to stab his prick as deeply in her 
throat as he desired, he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he was 
shooting his wad down her throat. 

Natalie was in a rapturous pain. The unique pain of being fucked wildly, 
that only a wanton woman could ever know. She enjoyed having his prick 
sliding down her throat, and with a trace of a sadistic thrill, loved the 
sensation of his sweaty, hairy balls slapping lewdly across her lips, when 
he'd drive his cock in her mouth and down her throat the whole distance. 

"Ohhh, I'm aiming, "he cried ecstatically, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yes ... suck 
off ... eat me ... eat my cum!" 

His head rocked from side to side as he felt himself being literally sucked 
inside her mouth. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, eat me ... eat my cummmm!" 

The lusty airline pilot watched the sucking stewardess as she sucked and 
swallowed him. Her face was flushed with erotic delight as she finished 
giving him the kind of erotic stimulation he required. 

Slowly he eased his cock from her lips, some of his cum dribbling on her 
lips. Natalie licked her lips greedily, enjoying the taste of every 
delicious drop of his sticky cum. 

As she lay there quietly, he looked down on her. 

"You are a good cock eater," he smiled. 

Now that it was all over, Natalie suddenly came to the unpleasant awareness 
of what she had done. This was all wrong, and she knew it. They both had 
done wrong things. He should never have gone down on her, and she should 
never have given him a blow-job. 

Seeing that she was troubled, Steve didn't hesitate to ask her what was the 
matter. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, getting off the bed, and looking down at her 
curiously. 

"I don't know," she replied. She got off the bed, and searched for a 
cigarette. Steve found some, and gave one to her and then he suggested they 
phone room service for some booze. 

"Didn't I taste good?" he chuckled. 

"It wasn't that," she said, taking a deep puff of her cigarette and then 
going back to the bed and stretching out. 

"Look, Natalie," Steve spoke confidentially, "you are a big girl now. You'll 
find men around the world who have wilder ideas about sex than I do. You've 
got to grow up, and live a little!" 

"Maybe you're right," she admitted, "but I'll confess ... all this is new to 
me!" 

Somehow, Natalie found it nearly impossible to think of sex in such a light 
vein as Steve could. Steve, in the meantime, began looking at her with lusty 
eyes, wondering if she would let him have sex with her again. Unable to 
fathom the fact Steve could still want more sex, Natalie looked away from 
him as he placed his hand on his throbbing long penis. 

"I ... I'd like to fuck you one more time," he told her. 

"Did it ever occur to you, Steve," she said evenly, "you might be 
oversexed!" 

"Yes," he smiled proudly, as he began stroking on his huge cock. "And I've 
never had any complaints from the women I've fucked!" 

He came over to her, and stood beside the bed. His muscled nakedness did 
appeal to her. She had never wanted to touch a man as much as she wanted to 
touch Steve right now. She could hardly wait to feel his huge, throbbing 
cock and he knew it. His cock stood out in front of him and he smiled 
anxiously down at her. 

"Go ahead ... touch it ... " 

Reaching out, she touched him all over. Steve instantly got on the bed with 
Natalie. She was touching him everywhere now, feeling the ridges of his 
muscles, brushing her bosoms over the hairy patches of his legs and chest, 
and anxiously squeezing the firm, sinewy cheeks of his buttocks. 

"That's what I like," he told her, "a woman who isn't afraid to give vent to 
her feelings." 

The sexual electricity that charged through her body now seemed to arouse 
and ignite her passions as nothing before ever had. 

"Oh, Steve," she panted, as she pulled on his huge, thick prick, "I can't 
stand it! I need your cock sooo bad!" 

Natalie mewled in a hoarse whisper, as she suddenly began kissing him again 
and again all over his entire body. She was leaving passionate welts of 
naked arousal across his bare back as her fingernails clawed. 

"I like a girl to use her tongue on me," Steve smiled as he lay on his back, 
and watched her. She went at him with the agility of a monkey. She started 
licking at his chest, moving in a smooth tongue trail down to his flat, 
smooth stomach. And then she licked around his crotch. This got him most 
aroused of all. 

"Go right ahead," he smiled, placing his hands behind his head on the pillow 
and enjoying what she was doing. Her hand gripped his huge, throbbing cock. 
She licked the underside of his shaft, gently letting her tongue lick at the 
tip of his penis. 

She enjoyed tantalizing him, but it was proving tantalizing to her as well. 
Her mouth slipped over the head of his meaty cockshaft, and soon she was 
sucking down on his throbbing cock. 

At the same time her fingertips gingerly massaged his balls. This got him so 
excited he spread his legs in open invitation for her to play around his 
ass-cheeks. 

Sliding her mouth off his huge prick, she licked down to his balls. Her 
tongue lashed back and forth across his testicles as she tried hard to 
ignite his passion. That she was succeeding was indicated by his 
lust-bloated balls. With her mouth open, she let Steve's nuts slip inside 
her mouth as she sucked on them ravenously. 

"Ohhh, yes ... yessss," he gasped excitedly, "that's how ... suck ... suck 
my balls, Natalie!" 

While she kept his balls agitated with her smooth tongue movements, as she 
held them in her mouth, she kept her hand busy pulling up and down on his 
throbbing long prick. 

"Jack it for me," he begged her, "that's the way you do it ... ohhh, 
yessssss, just like that!" 

With skillful hand manipulations, she was keeping him turned-on. 
Rhythmically, she kept pumping on his huge penis, and he groaned 
impatiently. 

"Let me cock it to you, Nat, baby ... I want to fuck your cunt!" 

It was obvious he couldn't wait much longer. Letting his balls slide from 
her mouth, she made a tongue trail down to his ass-crack. He was tingling 
with erotic excitement as he felt her tongue flip along his ass-hole. 

"Baby, crush your tits against my prick," he suggested. 

She immediately brushed her large bosoms against his cock. He loved the 
thrilling sensation of his huge penis being placed between her tits. 

"Yes ... yess ... ohhh, baby ... roll those tits against my prick," he 
begged her. She could feel his tense, trembling balls as his cock quivered 
between her breasts. 

When she pulled up, Steve squeezed the soft fleshiness of her large breasts, 
rubbing his palm over the erect peak of her nipples, enjoying this 
immensely. He could hardly wait to shove the head of his prick luridly 
between the soft splayed lips of her twat. 

"Get on your back, Natalie," he smiled. 

As if hypnotized by Steve's words, she rolled over on her back, spreading 
her legs obediently for him. Now, he got on top of her. He was anxious to 
let his cock probe down deeply between her thighs. He was eager to feel the 
huge head of his throbbing penis pressing incitingly against the puckered 
hot lips of her moistening pussy. 

Natalie was squirming under all his muscled weight, her back arching in a 
surprising show of strength. He was eager to feel the pliant folds of her 
pussy parting, to give him greater access to her steaming hot slit. 

"I want it," she begged frantically, "Ohhh, I need your cock. Fuck me, 
Steve. Fuck me!" 

Steve was pleased with the erotic transformation. Natalie had thrown away 
her inhibitions, killed the guilt she felt surfacing and now could accede to 
the wanton lust she felt welling up within her. 

Once again, he squeezed her ripe tits, and she spread her thighs wider, 
making his entrance easier. 

Soon he was shoving the head of his huge prick luridly between the soft 
splayed lips of her twat. 

"Feels good," he smiled, as his cock drove forward, aroused by the feel of 
her curly pubic hair framing her cunt. 

Groaning passionately, Natalie begged him to speed it up. It seemed almost 
as if he was sliding his prick in her cunt in slow motion. 

"Fuck me ... ohhhhh, come on ... fuck me, "she cried anxiously. It felt as 
if she couldn't stand it a second longer. Her lips trembled, her eyelids 
fluttered, her cunt was juicing. 

Steve was ignited by her response as if a thousand jolts of electricity had 
been shot through his body. He was sweating now as he rammed it in her cunt. 
He was glad to see she was begging, panting, pleading for his throbbing 
cock. He felt her hands reach up eagerly. She grabbed it and worked it with 
a squeal of pleasure between the moist and pliant folds of her pussy, 
pulling his huge bulbous cockhead through the fleecy blonde cunt curls that 
outlined her pussy. And then he felt the grip of her cunt, tight, firm, hot. 

"Ohhhhh, I feel it," she moaned in ecstasy, "Fuck me ... I want it ... every 
inch of it ... fuck me!" 

Steve was shoving it in her cunt with all his might. Her ravenous cunt 
grasped at his stabbing, driving cock. At this point he was like a stallion 
mounting a whimpering mare in heat. He shoved into her with penetrating, 
hard cockstabs. 

"Ohhh, yesss, yessss, fuck me ... fuck meeeee!" she gasped greedily. He 
continued thrusting into her with savage, hard strokes, and she was becoming 
more excited every time. 

The pressure of her tight pussy ... the walls closing around his thrusting 
shaft inflamed his passion. 

He closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful pleasure of her magnificent tight 
cuntal grip on his stabbing cock. He kept probing her pussy with his 
driving, stabbing cock, stimulating her more every moment. 

Every inch of his manly, hard prick meat was fucking into her now. She was 
responding by letting her cunt muscles grab at his thrusting cock. And he 
was getting more turned-on every moment. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged passionately. He nearly cried out from the 
strength of her grip. Natalie was one of that rare breed of female with 
complete control down where it counted. She had a super snapping pussy. 

like a stallion mounting a whimpering mare in heat, he continued driving his 
pecker into her. Her buttocks were upturned beneath his weight and he could 
see the rippling after-shocks of his deep-thrusting fucking as her skin 
shivered with the wild delight of their adulterous lovemaking. 

The delicious pain of being fucked was driving her out of her mind. Her 
hands reached behind him, to claw at his back. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, yess, yessssss," she whimpered animalishly through clenched 
teeth, as he went on driving his manhood into the rubbery grip of her twat 
as it pulled him wantonly into the hot depths of her womanhood. 

Steve was pumping deep into her hot cunt now. Closing his eyes, he savored 
the super sensations of having his cock sucked in her juicy cunt like 
quicksand. 

"That's what I want," she moaned, "you know how. Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

His deep-thrusting fucking was driving her bananas. She loved the way he 
plunged his penis into the fleshy hot depths of her greedily grasping cunt. 
She couldn't get enough of him. Her voluptuously thrusting breasts ignited 
the virile, young Captain's cock. He rammed it into her with hard, 
penetrating cockstabs. 

With an extra-powerful thrust of his long hard cock, she felt powerless to 
stop him from doing anything he wanted with her body. The keen, intense 
pleasure she felt caused her breath to come short. He was giving her all of 
his virile hard strength, shoving into her with anxious cockstabs. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh, yessss, yesssss, fuck me, fuck meeeee!" she mewled, as he 
pressed his hairy chest hard against her upturned bosoms. With surprising 
vigor she was responding to him, pushing up against him with such anxious 
furor she was almost falling off the bed. Grunting, and moaning like a 
possessed, she clung tightly to this muscled, firm young man, reaching 
behind him to grip his sinewy ass-cheeks. 

Gently parting Steve's buttocks, she slid a finger up his tight rectum. As 
she massaged his prostate gland, he became more keenly excited than ever. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried impetuously, "Ohhh, ahhh, yesss, yessss!" 
This kind of wild love-making was sending them both into orbit. She could 
hardly stand it anymore. 

She ground around under him as his prick pumped rhythmically into her 
grasping, greedy cunt. 

At the same time she never lost finger-contact with his tight ass-hole. He 
enjoyed the feel of her finger slipping up his tight rectum with wild 
abandon. 

She loved the lewd sound of his balls slapping against her tightly clenched 
ass-cheeks, as she parted her legs still wider to grant him total access to 
her clutching pussy. 

"Keep your finger sliding up my ass-hole," he begged, "yes ... just like 
that ... now you're fucking. You know how! Ohhh, ahhhh, yessss, fuck! 
Fuckitoffffff!" 

She couldn't stop now. Her insistent finger continued pumping up his hot, 
tight ass-hole and then she came. He felt his cock stabbing smoothly in her 
pussy hole, as he arrived at orgasm too. 

"I ... I'm cuming," he grunted, "fuck ... fuck!" 

Her rubber-gripping cuntal muscles squeezed his stabbing cock, squeezing all 
the cum out of his jabbing, plunging penis. 

She couldn't seem to get enough of him. Withdrawing her finger from Steve's 
hot rectum, she let her full hands grip his ass-cheeks. She squeezed his hot 
buttocks, adding fire to his fuel. Steve continued ramming his prick in her 
gripping cunt, telling her how good it felt. 

"Just like that!" he groaned, "Ohhh, ahhhh, I'm cuming again. Milk my prick 
in your hot cunt!" 

She squeezed the cream out of his cock as her body thrashed about. Their 
bodies were fused in lust, their features twisted in a lust-contorted 
expression indicating absolute surrender to the carnal passions that surged 
through their tingling bodies like a flash-flood. 

Steve's muscular, virile body was soaked with sweat as tiny rivulets of 
perspiration dripped from the crevices of his legs and torso, falling like a 
gentle rainfall on her tingling body beneath him. 

Steve continued pumping up and down like a sex-machine, every deep thrusting 
hard stroke boring in her cunt to the hilt. She was grinding her pelvis up 
against him, obviously delighting in his passion. She threw her legs up and 
around him. Pressing her moist thighs against him, she pumped while he 
humped. 

He continued pushing hard into the moist, tight grip of her cunt, as his 
balls lewdly slapped into the hairless smooth cleft of her buttocks. 
Salaciously, Steve's pelvis ground against the soft pink flesh of her 
nakedly splayed pussy. He could feel his emotions rising to the devastating 
heights of erotic pleasure once more. 

Gripping him tight with the smooth insides of her hot thighs, she opened and 
closed them with scissor-like perfection, as he kept his cockthrusts 
arousing her all the more. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged, as his penis pumped to the inevitable 
time-bomb of orgasm. 

Only now did she discover the true dimension of erotic pleasure she was 
capable of. She wanted him desperately! And for the first time in her young 
life could admit to the fact she needed sex, needed a huge probing penis 
riding in her cunt without mercy. 

Her naked writhing orgasm was closer now than ever before. 

"Don't stop, Steve," she begged frantically, her eyes popping open wide, as 
he continued plunging in her cunt. 

Choking back a scream, she clutched his back, her fingernails sliding down 
his backside. She was on fire for his fuck. 

"Deeper ... let me feel it ... every fucking inch of you ... I want it! Fuck 
me! Fuck me!" 

Steve's cock was pumping in and out of her flowered pussy lips so fast now, 
she could hardly hold back a scream that hung in her throat. 

Her entire body was burning up from the lascivious friction of his stabbing 
cock. 

"I'm cummmmming," he gasped, and his whole body became a savage orgasm as he 
rode into her. With every spasm of his shooting cock, she could feel his 
naked, sweat-slick body thrusting in with hard force. 

Her arms and legs were locked around his body, as she came too. 

"Mmmmmm, yessss, I ... I want it, "she begged. "Give me your fuck!" This was 
the kind of love-making she could appreciate. 

"Oh, Steve," she moaned, "Nobody ever fucked me like that before!" 

His brick-hard cock had unlocked all of the carnal lusts she had kept 
concealed within herself. At last she felt as though she could give in to 
the erotic sensual lusts that had been within her all along. The ardor of 
Steve's love-making had brought it all to the surface. She squirmed under 
him, as he finished fucking her juicy cunt. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhh, don't ever stop loving me," she panted as he finished 
plunging his prick in her cunt. 

Steve withdrew his cock from her, some of his cum dripping on her flat 
smooth stomach. A misty sheen of sweat covered her body. Her full, ripe 
naked bosoms appealed to him. He couldn't get enough of her. 

She crawled off the bed and got another cigarette and came back to lay 
beside him. 

"I hope you enjoyed it," he smiled knowingly at her. 

Natalie nodded. "You freed me from the prison of my own self-doubt," she 
declared. "I had no idea I could enjoy having sex with any man as much as 
I've enjoyed having sex with you!" 

"You can't have hang-ups if you're going to enjoy fucking," Steve smiled. 

"I ... I don't have any hang-ups now," she declared. "I guess I'm game for 
anything...." 

"That's good," Steve smiled, "I have some other interesting sex acts in mind 
for us when we are in London together again." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After Steve had gone and Natalie was left alone, she had time to think about 
her own wanton sexual behavior. 

She needed something to drink. Picking up the phone she called the Room 
Service. A handsome young bellboy came with a couple of drinks from the bar. 
As she picked them up, she looked for a tip. Going into the bedroom, she 
searched her purse to find some change. 

Returning to the small sitting room, she discovered the bellboy was gone. 
Perhaps she could catch him in the hallway. As she stood there, looking 
after him as he got on the elevator, a young Britisher came down the hall, 
and looking longingly at 

Natalie he didn't hesitate to introduce himself. 

"Please to meet you," he smiled at her, "I'm Arthur ... what's your name?" 

"Natalie," she laughed, "I was just trying to catch the bellboy to give him 
a tip...." 

"Why don't you try to catch me instead," Arthur smiled, "and you won't have 
to tip me!" 

There was something so fascinating about their strange meeting that Natalie 
thought it might not hurt to invite Arthur into her room for a drink. 

"Alright, Arthur," she smiled at him, "I have a couple drinks I ordered for 
myself. You might as well have one of them." 

Arthur was a medium-height, fair-skinned man, with tousled blown blonde 
hair. His deep-blue eyes held a certain mischievousness that she couldn't 
help admire. She wondered what it would be like to go to bed with him. It 
was strange how sensual thoughts were rising in her imagination now. Yet, 
she couldn't deny the truth of her own feelings. She did feel sensually 
aroused and she couldn't help wonder what it would be like to bed down with 
a Britisher. 

"Where are you from, Arthur?" she asked him. 

"Liverpool," he enthused, "home of the Beatles!" 

"I'm from Los Angeles," Natalie smiled, "home of the movies!" 

"That's a nice robe you have on," Arthur told her, "and what's beneath it is 
even nicer." 

Sipping his drink slowly, he couldn't help admire her. "What do you do for a 
living?" he finally asked her. 

"I'm a stewardess," she explained, "and I'm just getting started on my trip 
around the world." 

"How exciting," Arthur grinned. "Matter of fact I'd like to take you on a 
little trip around the world myself ... only we'd never have to get out of 
bed for the trip I have in mind." 

"You're very bold," she told him frankly. "I should be very angry making an 
off-color comment like that!" 

"But you are a stewardess," he smiled, as if that meant something. 

"I'm not quite sure I understand what you mean by that statement, Arthur," 
she told him flatly. 

"Do I have to draw you a picture, Natalie?" Arthur laughed, finishing his 
drink and licking his lips lustfully. "I have known a few stewardesses and I 
understand them ... quite well." 

"I think you are just a little too sure of yourself," she told him bluntly. 
"I'm not the kind of girl you might imagine or wish I was." 

"Knock it off, Nat," he laughed, "you know you want it as bad as I do or you 
wouldn't have invited me into your room." 

It bothered her that he was talking this boldly. Obviously he was very 
confident of himself and this made her angrier than ever. 

"You must imagine girls just naturally turn-on with you, Arthur," she said 
coldly. "Well, meet one girl that doesn't feel that way. I just wanted to 
share a drink with someone. That is all!" 

Arthur could see the battle going on within Natalie's mind. She couldn't 
bring herself to face the reality of her own feelings. Yet, somehow she did 
want to know Arthur sexually. Nevertheless, she didn't want to categorize 
herself as some kind of oversexed slut. And the sudden ugly feeling that 
Arthur might be thinking of her in those terms troubled her. How could she 
overcome this ugly, awful feeling? 

"There's nothing wrong about wanting to go to bed with a man," Arthur 
finally suggested softly. "But I'm not going to pressure you ... it's up to 
you, Natalie." 

Now that Arthur had thrown the ball back to her Natalie felt much better 
about the whole affair. At least he wasn't coming on too strong. More than 
that he displayed understanding. He would think of her as a lady even if she 
possessed the feelings of a slut, and this pleased her. 

She went over to the small sofa where he was seated and sat down beside him. 
She felt his hand on her shoulder, innocently touching her, and it felt good 
to her. She felt somehow drawn to Arthur. Even though he wasn't a giant of a 
man, he.did possess that inner strength that excited her imagination, 
arousing her sexual fantasies. She could just imagine the two of them 
rolling around naked on the bed, and as she turned her lust-glazed eyes 
toward him, she felt a sudden surge of desire go through her body. When 
Arthur's hand started to move down her back, shivers of erotic excitement 
shot up and down her spine like electricity. 

Arthur's hand moved over the small of her back and up and along the 
curvaceous pert young buttocks. She shivered as she felt his fingers 
delicately kneading the soft young flesh of her ass-cheeks. She was becoming 
so turned-on now she could do nothing to dissuade him. His touch had her 
tingly all over now. She had the awful urge to reach over and grope him. 
However, Natalie restrained herself. She certainly didn't want Arthur to 
think of her as a nympho. 

Smoothly, Arthur's hand slipped underneath her light robe. She leaned, and 
his fingers tightened around a handful of her warm inner thigh. 

"Please Arthur ... please don't...." she suddenly blurted as the old guilt 
feelings surfaced. 

"Shhhh, don't talk," Arthur whispered. "Just let me enjoy you!" She felt her 
entire body tingle with the forbidden arousal of his fingertips touching her 
in the most secret, private places. 

Closing her eyes, she leaned back on the small-size sofa, enjoying the 
delicious sensation of Arthur's fingers playing with her pussy-lips. 

Leaning over her shoulder, he implored urgently, "let's go into the bedroom 
Natalie ... now." 

Natalie felt the same hungry passionate desire for him that he so obviously 
felt for her. She was anxious to explore him with her fingers, with her 
mouth, her tongue, her lips. It was strange how sex with Steve had somehow 
opened a door of desire within her own body. The lusty, carnal appetite he 
had generated within her had triggered desires within her she never knew she 
possessed until now. 

She rose from the sofa as if in a sexual trance. Arthur got up too and 
together they walked into the bedroom. He watched her slip out of the sheer 
robe and stand before him naked. 

"You're beautiful," he whispered enticingly, "just get on the bed ... I 
won't be long." 

His eyes lit up as he spoke with her now. He went into the bathroom and 
urinated, and then came back to the bedroom to see Natalie lying naked with 
her legs spread in an open invitation. He looked with delight at her creamy 
white thighs, her red-nippled tits, and her magnificently splayed legs and 
couldn't wait to join her. 

Coming over to the bedside, he began undressing. Removing his blue blazer, 
he tossed it on a nearby chair. Sitting down, he slipped out of his shoes 
and socks, and then rising took off his shirt, and then proceeded to pull 
off his pants. His tight-fitting white cotton shorts bulged with his 
erection. Natalie could hardly wait to have him remove his shorts. She 
wanted to see him stark naked. 

Slowly, Arthur slipped off his shorts. Soon he was completely naked. It 
wasn't going to be long before they were on the bed, naked together at last. 
Passionately wrapping his arms around her, he didn't hesitate to tell her 
what an appealing woman she was. 

"You ... you've got it all ... right down there between your gorgeous legs," 
he smiled, focusing his blue eyes intently on her curly pubic blonde hair. 
He was so horny his huge cock throbbed with desire. As his fingertips 
reached out to slide along her hair-fringed slit, she couldn't restrain 
herself from reaching for his huge cock. 

She let her hand slip up and down the length of his huge penis. He thrilled 
to the arousing sensations she was generating in him now. 

"Ohhh, just lick it before I stick it in you," he smiled, noticing she was 
like a child with a toy as she played with his penis. The blonde Britisher 
lay back, and let the stewardess go down on him. 

Natalie's tongue whipped over the tiny crevice at the head of his cock 
shaft. Soon she was sucking smoothly on his huge penis. His cock quivered as 
she sucked. 

"Ohhh, yes ... yesss!" he moaned, enjoying the way her mouth moved smoothly 
up and down the saliva-slickened surface of his huge, throbbing cock. "Suck 
... suck my prick, Natalie ... just like that!" 

As Natalie slipped her hands under his sinewy buttocks, she gripped his 
ass-cheeks tightly, and let her mouth slip smoothly up and down the shiny 
length of his long hard penis. It got him so excited he was afraid he might 
erupt in her mouth. He didn't want that to happen. He wanted to enjoy the 
erotic excitement of stabbing his rigid manhood in her rubber tight cunt. 

"That's enough cocksucking," he whispered, "I'm almost ready to cum ... I 
want to fuck your cunt, Natalie ... pleassseee!" 

Natalie could feel the battle going on in his crotch. He was pumping his 
pelvis forward now in a regular rhythm, obviously relishing the act 
intensely. He wanted to face-fuck her and at the same time get his gun off 
in her cunt. But it was an erotic tug of war. It felt so fantastic, sliding 
his penis in her face, he couldn't bring himself to quit pumping his manmeat 
in her mouth. 

Finally, Natalie slipped her lips off his male member. She gently massaged 
his lust-bloated balls and gripped the slick cock in her hand. 

"Lie down," Arthur told Natalie, "I'm ready to fuck you!" 

She rolled over, releasing her erotic grip on his throbbing cock. And then 
she felt him straddling her. Grasping his penis, Arthur inserted himself 
slowly into her warmly flushing pussy lips. The soft resilient blonde pubic 
hair of her pussy tickled his saliva-slick cock as he entered her. Shoving 
his huge cock in her, he was reaching up to knead the mound of her 
hard-tipped nipple. 

"Oh, Arthur," she moaned, "it's so deep in me! Ohhh, fuck me! Let me feel 
it!" 

The naked blonde stewardess gasped for air, as he pumped it in her. Her head 
flailed from side to side, her beautiful blonde hair swirling around her 
like a halo. Her firm, fleshy breasts wriggled, as she felt his huge cock 
penetrating inside her moist womanhood. His huge cock was boring deeper 
inside her. She stroked his back, almost clawing him as she continued 
fucking her furiously. 

"Give it to me ... every fucking inch!" the innocent blue-eyed, young blonde 
cried out passionately. Every time she worked her cunt up and down, he rode 
his penis deeper in her. 

"Pump harder, " she panted, as he kept drilling into her cunt. Arthur could 
feel her cuntal juices as he rode into her. It helped his cock slip smoothly 
inside her. 

Natalie was trying to keep time to his cockstabs. As his pistoning penis 
rode into her willing cunt, she ground up to meet him. 

And then he wanted her to roll over. 

"Let me be on the bottom," he suggested, "I like to try it every way...." 

They rolled over together, and now Natalie was on top. She leaned over 
Arthur until her jiggling, naked tits brushed over his face; his lips closed 
around one of her pink, erect nipples as he rolled the crinkly pink between 
his teeth, sliding his tongue over it as she moaned approval. 

Arthur's hands went down behind her wildly humping buttocks and he pulled 
them apart, as he shamelessly probed between her ass-cheeks. He enjoyed 
feeling for the tautly puckered ring of her anus. When he found it, he 
pushed a stiffened middle finger into the rubbery warm grip of her rectum. 

"Yes ... yessss!" Natalie gasped in delight, "Stick your finger in my 
ass-hole! Stick it i me ... hurt me ... ohhh, yesss!" 

Arthur grunted, as he lewdly stabbed his finger into her tight behind. He 
felt her writhing, and spasming with erotic pleasure-pain, as she began to 
pump back on his finger. She was keeping time to his deeply impaling 
cock-thrusts. 

"Ahhh, yesss, I'm ... I'm cummmiinggg!" she gasped hoarsely, pushing down 
hard onto his upraised cock, enveloping the long hard penis with the wet 
clasping flesh of her cunt. 

Arthur was panting now, his entire body covered with a misty sheen of 
perspiration. And then he got his rocks off. His huge penis erupted in her 
cunt. She squeezed his throbbing cock, milking him. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yessss, fuck ... fuck ... fuck me!" she begged, as he continued 
driving his huge prick in her tight, grasping pussy hole. 

Again and again, he rode into Natalie, driving her almost out of her mind, 
with his frenzied fucking. 

"Don't stop now," Arthur warned her, "I can make it again!" 

As his pistoning-penis continued thrusting up into her, she ground down, 
anxious to experience another sperm-spasm. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss ... yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me!" she cried out 
frantically, unable to control her own passionate longing for cock. Why was 
it she couldn't seem to get enough of it. Had she become sexually obsessed. 
She hadn't even known this man a short time before, and now she was riding 
his thick, throbbing prick as if she'd known him forever, and worse ... 
loving every wild erotic moment of it. 

When he pinched her tits, he shot her another load of cum. Again, she went 
up and down on his throbbing cock, squeezing the cum out of his penis. 
Bending over, she pressed her lips on his. And as Arthur opened his mouth, 
she slipped her tongue inside. Hastily he sucked on her tongue adding 
pleasure to their erotic escapade. 

When she pulled her tongue from his mouth, she slowly began pulling off his 
rigid cock. She shivered as she felt the cool rush of air between her bare 
legs, and then Arthur looked at his watch. 

"Dammit, I've got to meet my wife," he told her. 

"You are married?" 

"Does it matter?" Arthur asked, startled by her expression of concern. "I 
hope you don't have anything against married men!" 

For a second, she couldn't reply. She had always thought it was wrong to 
become sexually involved with married men. 

Judging from the way, Arthur hastily slid off the bed and instantly slipped 
on his shorts and started dressing, she couldn't help but feel his wife must 
be keeping him on a pretty tight leash. 

"Don't you believe in being loyal to your wife?" she asked him tersely, 
giving him little doubt about her feelings on such a subject. 

"Of course," Arthur smiled innocently, "I'm always loyal to her ... in my 
fashion!" 

"I can see that," she told him bluntly. "I can't say I admire your brand of 
loyalty. If I were married to you, Arthur I would always have to be worried 
about you. If you were ever late ... I would be fearful you were no doubt 
involved in some affair." 

As he finished dressing, he acknowledged she was probably correct in her 
evaluation of what life would be like if they were married. 

"That's so true," he said, as he slipped on his blue blazer, "but that's 
what makes life so exciting ... I keep my wife guessing. Right now, she's 
probably suspicious I'm having sex with somebody!" 

"How nice!" the blonde stewardess said with cryptic humor. "And I suppose 
you would be outraged if you thought she was having sex with some other man 
than you...." 

"Not at all," Arthur shook his head, as he prepared to leave her. "As a 
matter-of-fact I've told my wife to live a little. If she can pick up with 
some man she-likes, we could always have a cozy orgy!" 

"Wonderful," Natalie said in her acid manner, "I'm sure your wife would 
appreciate that kind of sexual debauchery...." 

"My, my," Arthur shook his head, "What a self-righteous little wench you 
are. Carrying on like a slut, and acting like a saint!" 

As he walked out of her room, closing the door lightly behind him, she was 
bitter. He hadn't even said thank you. 

Natalie slipped into her robe and went back to bed. She felt all alone now. 
The party was over, and she was anything but happy. She had come to a 
crossroads in her life, and she had to admit the truth about her conduct. 
She had behaved shabbily. Just then the phone rang. It was Steve, and he 
wanted to know if they could go sight-seeing around London the next day. 

Hesitating for a long moment to assess where she was headed, Natalie finally 
made up her mind she was going to go alone. She might become lonely, that 
was true. But she could hold her head high, and not get caught in the lust 
trap again. 

"Thanks, but no thanks," she told Steve, "I'm going to be busy with 
someone." 

"Alright," Steve replied, "be good!" He hung up and his words rang in her 
ears. She would be good, even if it killed her. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The next day in London was lonely. Natalie took the Tube to Picadilly and 
walked amidst the crowded downtown streets. The tawdry movie marquees, and 
the noisy, milling crowds bothered her. Instead of making her forget about 
her wanton love-making, much of what she saw served only as a grim reminder 
of the pervasiveness of sex. The huge movie houses in downtown London were 
playing erotic films. She felt curious at one point about seeing one 
feature. However, she pulled back from the idea before following through. 
She couldn't bring herself to attending such a movie. 

The thought of looking at a theater screen and beholding perhaps the 
identical erotic acts that she had performed so wantonly a short time before 
sickened her. 

Yes, there was something that did fascinate her about sex. She liked the 
idea of doing things with different men. Mentally she was going over the 
wild events that had so recently transpired. The young airline captain did 
have his own style of love-making. Then, the Britisher had his own unique 
erotic techniques that she had enjoyed so much. Perhaps, she did possess a 
whorementality. She read one story about a bawdy woman. It was a French 
novel about a madam who operated in Paris. She had developed enormous skill 
in the passionate art of love-making and finally decided she would "make 
introductions" as she called her business. In reality, she was a cunning 
woman with a remarkable business sense and a tremendous talent for 
instructing the young Parisian girls how to please the men who came to her 
very exclusive French brothel. She put class into the entire operation, 
calling her girls, lovely ladies who had a refined appreciation of the 
erotic nature of man, as well as an understanding of their own carnal 
appetites. This was how Natalie thought of herself. She crossed Trafalgar 
Square, and went beyond the Strand and down to the Victoria Embankment on 
the River Thames. What a wonderful place to go for a walk. 

History seemed to spring to life for her. There were the beautiful Houses of 
Parliament, magnificent structures. And in the distance she could see Big 
Ben. It all seemed so beautiful to her. Being a stewardess did have its 
rewards. It was almost as if she was opening a story-book into the past as 
she looked at London and marveled. 

Returning to Picadilly, she walked along Regent Street, looking in the shops 
admiringly. There were so many beautiful English tweeds, Scottish woolen 
clothes, and everywhere marvelous British candy shops. 

As she strolled along by herself, she thought about the following day and 
the flight. She would be heading for Istanbul, Turkey. The flight from 
Heathrow Airport in London would terminate at the Istanbul airport. She had 
heard so many exciting things about the interesting country of Turkey she 
could hardly wait to see the place in person. 

Going home that night, she went to bed alone and early. It was a good thing 
too as she had to rise early, pack and be in her stewardess uniform at 
Heathrow Airport by eight a.m. At least she was in the Kensington area and 
that helped. She was grateful for that. 

Steve was diverted to another flight, heading for Madrid. And there was an 
entire new crew on this flight. Hastily, she passed through Customs and went 
onto the waiting airliner. 

The flight would eventually become a routine matter for her she knew. But 
right now was another matter. She was desperate to forget about her London 
sexual encounters, so she determined that no matter what man made a pass for 
her on the plane, she would not respond or give the slightest indication she 
was interested. Otherwise, she felt certain she would be swallowed up and 
devoured by her own wanton sexual appetites, and this she knew must never 
happen. The huge plane took off right on time. As it soared over London, 
heading for Istanbul, she looked out the small windows of the airplane. Down 
below, it did seem as if there was a castle. The outlying green grounds, and 
colorful gardens looked magnificent from the air. This fabulous structure, 
and surrounding gardens gave Natalie a small clue as to how little she 
actually had seen of England in her short stay. Maybe next time, she could 
get a chance to see the castle close-up. 

A dark-skinned man who looked as if he might be a Turk tried to make 
conversation with her. She deliberately didn't talk to him very much. She 
had far better things to do than provide kicks for businessmen who used the 
planes regularly. 

When they did land in Istanbul, a whole new world of exciting adventure 
seemed to loom before her. She had read about this land. This is where the 
continent of Asia, meets the continent of Europe. 

Going through customs was time-consuming. But when she was on the airport 
bus, heading for the Istanbul Hilton Hotel it all seemed well worth the 
delay. The fascinating structures she saw along the bus's route did ignite 
her imagination. The homes looked so interesting with their lace-like wooden 
carved balconies. And the mountains surrounding the Bosporous intrigued her. 

High on a mountainside, with sloping green lawns they finally arrived at the 
magnificent Istanbul Hilton Hotel. Once the luggage had been removed from 
the airport bus, a young bellboy picked it up and took it to her room. Her 
room, with a large balcony, afforded a superb view of the Bosporous. It was 
night now, and the twinkling lights of Istanbul provided a beautiful show 
all its own. 

That night, she determined she would dine alone. No use getting acquainted 
with any of the crew members she thought. She was certain they would only 
have sex on their minds, and she didn't want to go through any erotic 
nightmares as she had done with the young Captain who was on the Los Angeles 
to London flight. 

She took a relaxing tub bath and then went downstairs to the dining room of 
the hotel for dinner. She ordered her meal and sat there at the window, 
admiring the magnificent lights of the city. And then an intrusive voice 
spoke huskily. 

"Good evening," the dark-skinned young man smiled at her, "may I join you 
... there is no other place!" 

At first, she was startled by his boldness. She glanced about the dining 
room and it apparently was true. There were no other places to sit and the 
curly brown-haired young man who spoke broken English did seem refined. 

"That's alright," Natalie smiled. 

The waiter came over and took the young man's order and then he introduced 
himself. 

"I'm Omar," he smiled, "and I take it you are either English or an 
American." 

"I'm an American," she smiled, still maintaining a cool composure, and 
secretly hoping Omar would confine his comments to impersonal matters, so 
she wouldn't have to go through the bother of telling him she wasn't 
interested in becoming too friendly. 

After a waiter brought him a drink, he smilingly suggested she join him in a 
drink. 

"Why don't you have one with me. I have been to your country. I went to New 
York University one year." 

For a moment, Natalie hesitated. She certainly didn't want Omar to think she 
was accepting the drink, and him at the same time. Yet, she did want to be 
friendly and courteous. It was walking a tightrope and she knew it. 

"Alright, Omar," she finally agreed. 

The waiter took her order, returning a few moments later. And Omar was eager 
to learn more about her background. 

"Are you visiting Istanbul for the first time?" he asked her, as she slowly 
sipped her drink, and thanked him for it. 

"Yes, this is my first time in your beautiful city." 

It pleased Omar that she called Istanbul beautiful. For, he too felt it was 
a fabulous city, with many impressive sights to see. 

"I'm glad you like our city," he assured her, "we have many interesting 
sights for you to see here. You must see the Blue Mosque!" 

"I've heard a lot about that," Natalie assured him. "And I'm eager to see 
the jewels at Topkapi." 

"Everyone who comes to Istanbul should go to Topkapi," the young Turk 
enthused, "and don't forget St. Sophia, one of the greatest old churches in 
the world." 

"I don't know as I'll get to see much on this trip," Natalie confided. "I 
have only one free day here. You see, Omar, I'm a stewardess!" 

The moment Natalie revealed to him she was a stewardess his eyes lit up. And 
he looked at her with a special reverence. 

"How wonderful," Omar smiled, "you get to see all the world? 

"Some of the world," she laughed, "you make it sound like a pleasure 
excursion." 

"It should be," the olive-skinned Turk smiled, his eyes falling to the 
blonde stewardess's bosoms. The plunging neckline of Natalie's blue silk 
dress, gave him a superb view of her cleavage and he made the most of it. 
"Yes, yes ... there are so many things to enjoy here!" 

Natalie felt nervous now. She was beginning to detect traces of erotic 
arousal in Omar's voice. And the way he looked at her, his eyes sweeping 
down to her bosoms indicated to her just how aroused he was becoming, and 
this bothered her. 

"I guess I'd better be going," she told him, trying to make her leaving him 
as smooth as possible. 

But before he could get to his feet, she had already gotten up. Reaching 
over to her, he pleaded, "Please let me show you Istanbul by night. I know 
where to take you ... the places tourists usually never see!" 

There was something so intense, so anxious about the way he spoke that she 
felt almost hypnotized by his words. She didn't want to disappoint him, but 
she didn't care to become sexually involved either. And she had to tell him 
so. 

"Omar," she tried to explain, "I ... I don't want to build your hopes up 
about...." 

Pausing awkwardly for a long, and tense moment, she tried to make herself 
clear to him. 

"Some girls accept dates and you know what happens ... if we could go out 
tonight and confine it to sight-seeing ... perhaps we could...." 

Instantly catching onto her nervousness, the Turk tried to calm her fears. 
"I understand perfectly," he told her. "I'm glad you are that kind of girl. 
I knew you were!" 

A sense of relief went through Natalie. She could see Omar did pick up on 
the meaning of what she wanted to tell him, and she appreciated his 
response. 

"We will have a good time," he told her, "and you don't have to worry about 
anything ... just a good time!" 

It pleased her to see how delighted he seemed to be, but it also frightened 
her in a way. She didn't want to disappoint him. But she still couldn't 
build up any hopes in his mind about any sexual relationship. That would not 
be fair to him ... and certainly not to herself. As Natalie had made up her 
mind to never become involved in anymore wild sexual escapades no matter how 
tempting, she felt as though she could hold firm to her decision. Omar did 
seem like the quiet, educated type of man. Even though she didn't know him 
well, she felt she could rely on her intuition to guide her now. But there 
were lingering doubts as Omar's hot eyes swept down to her bosoms again, as 
if he could hardly keep his eyes away from her bosoms. Natalie tried to 
erase thoughts of suspicion from her mind as she asked him about his 
training in the American University. 

"I went through a Business Course," Omar explained, "My father has factories 
in Turkey and he wanted me to learn management so when he turns them over to 
me someday I will be able to run them effectively." 

"How nice," Natalie smiled, secretly thinking to herself that possibly Omar 
could be a very valuable contact someday. As the wheel of life spins around, 
she thought, maybe he could prove to be a valuable contact someday. 

"Our belly dancers are very famous," Omar smiled, "and you haven't seen 
Turkey until you've seen a Turkish belly dancer in action." 

"I'm afraid belly-dancing doesn't interest me much," Natalie said coldly, 
hoping he wasn't going to take her somewhere where he would get all worked 
up sexually and then want to have sex with her. 

"I'm afraid you are thinking of belly dancing the way many Americans do," 
Omar insisted, "they look upon it as a cheap sex show. But it isn't. It 
represents a sophisticated Turkish dance style." 

All of a sudden Natalie realized she would have to tread cautiously. If Omar 
ever got the idea that she was trying to downgrade a Turkish custom he might 
think she was prejudiced. And no doubt being prejudiced against 
belly-dancing was tantamount to a cardinal sin in Turkey. 

"Maybe I'm brainwashed about such dancing," she laughed, "you see in the 
United States we have so many erotic dancers. We have our strip tease 
dancers, of course. They're almost an American institution. And then we have 
our topless bars, and even our erotic films where nothing is left to the 
imagination." 

"And you also have bottomless bars, don't you?" Omar smiled knowingly, a 
smug look surfacing on his face. 

"Why, yes, we do," she admitted candidly, "you seem to know quite a bit 
about our American dancers." 

"I found bottomless dancing a fascinating spectacle to watch," Omar smiled. 

"I thought you would," she laughed, "now where do you suggest we go for 
sightseeing." 

"Inez's place," he smiled, "that is where they have the most celebrated 
Turkish belly dancers." 

"I can hardly wait," Natalie said, not masking her distaste for what the 
young, hot-blooded Turk was obviously determined he was going to do. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

When Natalie saw the white Mercedes Omar had parked in the Hilton parking 
lot, she was impressed. 

"Istanbul by night," she smiled, "I can hardly wait...." 

Somehow she felt she was taking a big chance yet what was living if she 
couldn't take chances. Omar wasted no time in driving out of the circular 
driveway that led to the Hilton and down the mountainside road to a most 
impressive cafe called Inez's Place. This proved to be a very busy 
night-club cafe, and featured the best in Turkish belly-dancing, so Omar 
told her. 

Inside the cafe, the colorful beaded curtains which divided the small booths 
provided a most pleasing atmosphere. When the belly dancers came out to 
perform, Natalie decided to observe Omar and his responses. She had to do 
this cagily, when she was certain he wasn't watching. In that way she could 
check his reactions, and he would never know she was watching. Sure enough, 
his eyes did light-up when the girls were going into their most vibrant 
belly dancing performances. Natalie could see the Turkish men were pleased 
to watch them go into their dance, and she could understand why. The shapely 
Turkish girls knew how to sensually twist their torsos as if they were being 
entered by the male penis. They left little to the man's imagination. As 
each man would observe their undulating hips, gyrating quickly, slowing 
down, speeding up suddenly, he could imagine all the tempos of sexual 
intercourse. With a bevy of Turkish beauties performing at the same time, 
the Turkish gentlemen could imagine he had his harem. 

The Turkish drinks had gotten to Natalie and she went into a laughing jag. 
Omar was pleased. He had planned it this way. His own sexual appetite was 
whetted just watching the girls wiggling before him. He was bound and 
determined he was going to get what he wanted from them. 

The next move was easier, as Natalie was so stoned out of her mind she could 
offer small resistance. 

"Before I drive you home," he smiled proudly, "I must show you my apartment. 
I have a fabulous view of the Bosporous. The twinkling lights reflecting in 
the sea down below, and the glittering stars in the heavens above ... ah, 
you must see it to believe...." 

Omar's eyes seemed to dance as he described the view from his posh 
apartment. "Will you join me for a nightcap?" 

Even though Natalie well knew she was taking a chance, she still could not 
bring herself to say no. 

"Alright, Omar ... I guess I could! But only for the view and one drink, and 
I'm sure you'll understand. Tomorrow I must do some sightseeing in Istanbul. 
I want to see the Blue Mosque, I'm dying to see the fabulous gems in 
Topkapi." 

The idea of having the shapely blonde alone in his apartment completely 
intrigued Omar. He could hardly wait for her to admire his place, his view, 
and himself ... as he considered himself quite a fabulous man, and she 
should be appreciative of his offer to show her kindnesses, even if he did 
have some sexual favors on his mind in payment. 

After they left the belly-dancing emporium, they drove quietly through the 
dark streets of Istanbul, climbing a winding mountain road until they 
arrived at his posh apartment. 

Driving up to the apartment Natalie kept turning back to admire the view of 
the bridge spanning the continents far below. And then, he turned into a 
driveway leading to the subterranean garage where he parked his car before 
taking the elevator up to his magnificent apartment. 

"I can't stay long," she smiled as they went up to his floor in the speeding 
elevator. When they got out on the floor where he lived, they went directly 
down the hall to the end apartment. 

It was a beautiful apartment. The floors were covered with thick white 
carpeting. The huge picture windows did provide the superb view of the 
Bosporous and the mountains rushing down to meet the waters. 

Dots of light along the mountainside provided a panoramic parade of 
twinkling lights against the black velvet darkness of the mountainside. Now 
and then the crescent moon would slip out of the clouds, adding its beauty 
to the scene. 

"Can I get you something to drink?" he smiled at her. 

"Yes, I guess you could," she nodded, looking at the well-stocked bar in the 
corner of the large living room where Omar was presently standing. She 
walked over to the bar and suggested he fix her a bourbon and seven. "I 
don't have any seven," he smiled, "but I can give you a fine substitute." 

After he had given her a drink, they stepped over to the sofa and she sat 
down and began talking to him. 

As he turned out the lights, permitting the moonlight to provide the only 
illumination in the room, Omar found Natalie beautiful in a strangely 
exciting way. Her smooth blonde hair hung about her shoulders. And he had 
noticed that when she walked, she did so with a languid, long-gaited gait 
that was both unhurried and graceful. And what a superb figure. He could 
just picture her in the near-nude doing a belly dance herself. 

Getting to her feet, Natalie stepped toward the picture window. Omar 
followed her, opening up the windows so they could step out on the balcony 
and obtain a better view of the sea far down below. 

He could see the woman with nearly nothing underneath her dress. He could 
see her breasts outlining the material of her dress, and he thought he even 
detected her erect nipples. His body was lost in the fire of his own desire. 

"You are very beautiful," Omar said softly. "Very beautiful!" 

Detecting a note of seriousness in the way he was saying that, Natalie tried 
to add a touch of levity. 

Turning around, she looked into Omar's intense brown eyes. "I'll bet you say 
that to all the Turkish girls!" 

"I seldom say that," Omar insisted. "But with you ... with you it is 
different. When I saw all those girls dancing tonight, I wasn't seeing them 
at all ... " 

"Now, come off it, Omar," she laughed, "I saw you watching them. I caught 
that wicked gleam of desire in your eyes as they shook their bodies almost 
as if they were...." 

At that point, Natalie hesitated to say another word. She was coming into a 
very tricky area. 

"Were what?" Omar smiled, seeing by the nervous expression on her face. 

"Almost as if they were performing a sex act!" she said bluntly. "And I call 
it mental masturbation when a man watches a woman and can't follow 
through...." 

Unwittingly, Natalie had given him the perfect opening to say what he wanted 
to say so desperately. 

"I call it mental masturbation too," he smiled, "and it is wicked to get a 
man so aroused without following through ... I couldn't agree more. Natalie 
I can't use my hand anymore. Not when...." 

"Not when what?" she said softly, suddenly finding his eyes becoming almost 
magnetic in their alluring hungry erotic appeal. 

"Not when such a gorgeous woman is near me ... Oh, Natalie, I'm going crazy 
for you ... I must love you!" 

As the moon slipped between the clouds, leaving them in darkness, Omar's 
arms swept around her, bringing her body tight to his. He could feel her 
fabulous breasts pressing against his chest. He loved the warmth of her 
body, as he deliberately shoved his huge cock against her with hard force. 
And now her body was lost in the fire of his lust. Every part of her was 
responding to this handsome, dark-skinned Turkish man. She wanted him as he 
wanted her. 

He strained against her, pressing his loins hard against her in an effort to 
let her feel his long shaft of flesh pressing so tightly against the soft 
skin of her thighs. 

"Come with me," he whispered, and she followed Omar into his bedroom. A 
large king-size bed dominated the bedroom and the plush white carpeting 
continued in this room. Omar threw the heavy white bedspread back, and threw 
back a blue blanket and the top blue sheet. 

Natalie found herself silently undressing, almost as if she felt compelled 
to do so by an inner voice that told her she needed this man. How else could 
she totally express the feelings that welled up within her now unless she 
got on the bed with him. 

As she stood there in only her sheer panties and her half-cup bra displaying 
her round, generous-sized bosoms, Omar's eyes feasted on her body. He was 
undressing now too. He had learned from long experience that many young 
stewardesses were willing to go to bed with wealthy men. True, many of them 
were husband-shopping, and some were also gift-shopping, but for whatever 
reason ... he didn't care. The important thing as far as he was concerned 
was having her in bed with him no matter how difficult the route to between 
the sheets might be. The challenge only made the end result more 
stimulating. 

Reaching behind herself, Natalie unfastened her brassiere. It fell to the 
floor, and as she picked it up he caught sight of her curvaceous ass-cheeks, 
and became more aroused than ever before. 

"You beautiful creature," he commented. Natalie felt nervous with him 
examining her all over like this. She couldn't remember American men and 
certainly not the Englishman paying such close attention to her every 
movement as she stripped. When she was finally naked, having pulled off her 
pink panties slowly, Omar felt his huge, throbbing cock jerk to attention. 
He had become so fascinated with seeing her strip he had quit undressing, 
and stood there with his pants on, having just removed his shirt, and placed 
it on a nearby chair. 

Modestly, Natalie went over to his bed, slipping silently between the fresh 
blue sheets. She was anxious to see his male member, and she couldn't 
understand why he hesitated. 

"What's wrong?" she asked when he still was frozen, just looking at her, as 
she rested her blonde head on the pillow, her hair framing it with a halo. 

"N . . Nothing," he smiled sheepishly, "I guess I got carried away looking 
at you...." 

"Am I that different from other women?" 

Pulling off his pants now as he completed undressing, he nodded. "Yes, 
Natalie ... you are different. Not that Turkish women aren't tremendous 
because they are, but most of them are dark-skinned like me, and you are so 
milky white, so blonde!" 

As he eased out of his tight-fitting shorts, his huge cock came into view. 
It stimulated her just seeing how huge he was. The bulbous purplish head 
intrigued her. His penis quivered as he came over to the bed and slid 
between the crisp sheets with her. 

"Wow!" he exclaimed, "you are wonderful...." 

His hands were all over her now. He was feeling of her round, fleshy bosoms, 
his fingertips pinching the nipples. He could hardly wait to sink the hard 
thick shaft into the warm cuntal grip of her vagina. He knew she would be a 
fantastic fuck and he could hardly wait to feel himself slipping inside of 
her, inch by inch. 

The naked Turk pressed his body hard against hers, letting his dark curly 
hair on his chest tickle the sensitive nipples of her tits. She loved the 
thrilling sensations that were being generated in her body. 

His lust glazed eyes told her just how aroused he had become. She could feel 
his quivering hard shaft pressing at her pouting pussy lips, begging for 
entrance. 

His arms went around her, his hands reaching down to clasp her curvaceous 
ass-cheeks. The naked young man could hardly wait to have her thighs part so 
he could slip inside her. 

Natalie felt the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying against the full 
length of her impatiently quivering cuntal slit. She reached down to grip 
his throbbing shaft. Grasping the full length of his-rampantly searching 
prick, her hand closed tightly around his cock. The Turk moved back a bit to 
give Natalie's hand freedom of movement. He thrilled to the erotic way her 
hand closed around his cock, and then she stroked up and down keeping his 
hard thick shaft tightly in her grip. She could feel the heavy pulse of his 
penis against the soft palms of her hands. The warm sticky fluid that was 
seeping in tiny driblets from the crown of his cock, indicated to Natalie 
just how aroused he had become. Her heart was beating rapidly now, her 
breath coming short as she waited in anxious anticipation of his huge pecker 
sliding in her moist cunt hole. 

She guided it into her cuntal crevice, carefully pistoning it between the 
moisture-covered lips of her vagina. She steadied it there with one hand, 
placing the other on the Turkish man's bare buttocks, drawing with all her 
strength to put it into her and let it drown in the gnawing hot heat that 
burned out of control in her belly. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she felt 
its first electrical contact against the sensitive ragged edges of her 
moistly hungering pussy. Then, holding her breath for what seemed like an 
eternity as she lay in utter wantonness beneath him, waiting for Omar to 
impale her on his massive rod of rigid, pulsating flesh. 

"Oh, hurry," she pleaded, splaying her legs even wider to give him greater 
access to her open cunt. 

In answer, Natalie felt her soft pubic hair and the lips around her 
throbbing vagina being pressured open by the thick blunt head, and she 
moaned softly at the contact against the tight elastic opening of her 
cock-hungry pussy. 

"Aaaagggghhhhh," she gasped as the huge tip slipped through the tight 
opening, stretching the vertical little mouth until she was certain that her 
thighs must be splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. 

Her lustful body thrilled to that fiery moment of entrance. She strained her 
loins upward in an effort to capture all of the virile long shaft of flesh 
that shoved so tightly inside her cunt. 

Looking up, Natalie could see the Turk hovering over her through lust-glazed 
eyes. She could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness sliding smoothly in 
and out of her tight cunt. 

The desire for him was being satisfied as she felt the full length of his 
huge, throbbing penis plunging in her. The lurching head of his stone-hard 
cock kept pumping in and out of her desire-moistened crevice in a teasing, 
lewd little motion that caused her hips to twist upward in another anxious 
attempt to lure the hard penis deeper inside her, to fulfill her aching need 
for cock. Her belly was screaming to be filled. She had to have him in her. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she panted passionately. "I want it Omar ... all of 
you ... all of your cockmeat! Shove it in me! Fuck me! Fuck me!! " 

Omar's rock-hard, heavily veined cock stabbed inside of her cunt, and she 
clasped tightly around the shaft of his penis as tightly as a hot moist 
glove. She lay there on her back, trembling with erotic delight, as he 
pumped his penis into her with a sudden rocking motion. She groaned 
helplessly beneath him, thrilling to his every thrust. 

Omar could feel the narrow, stretched pussy channel widening slightly with 
every short, smooth stroke. He looked down and could see his dark curly, 
pubic hair tangling with her blonde pubic hair, each time the length of his 
fleshy thick cock burrowed deep into the pinkly slick cunt of hers. Her 
rubbery outer pink pussy rim clasped tightly around his wetly glistening 
shaft as he rhythmically plunged in and out of her. 

Natalie twitched beneath him as her body rapidly became accustomed to the 
huge skewering prick and began to react to the slow, hypnotic rhythm of his 
cock pistoning into the sensitive opening of her vagina. 

The horny Turk felt the blonde American stewardess beneath him as her body 
rapidly became accustomed to his driving cock, and she began to thresh and 
fuck back up beneath him, and he quickened his thrusts, grabbing her 
flailing legs behind the knees and shoving them roughly back up against her 
shoulders until her ankles locked tightly behind his neck. Now, Natalie's 
body was bent back almost double and the wet gleaming pink plane of her 
pussy was presented up to his demanding, driving lunges. Staring down 
between their bodies, he slowly withdrew the deeply embedded instrument 
until just the tip of the head rested within the wet swollen lips of her 
pussy and then he rammed forward with all his manly might, driving the full 
throbbing length of his lust-incited member deep into her, helplessly 
exposed vagina. 

"Ohhhh, ahhhhh," she cried out passionately, "It's too much, Omar! No...." 

Her eyes jerked open in fear and she waw his lust-contorted face. The 
dark-haired youth was lost in the rapture of his burning lusts. He did not 
realize how much he was hurting her as he ceaselessly pressed his long, hard 
penis into the warm elastic softness of her painfully stretched vagina. And 
then, his no longer innocent-looking face twisted into an evil erotic grin 
as he looked down at her and saw the blonde stewardess helplessly 
spread-eagled beneath him with the pulsating head of his cock disappearing 
into the soft curling hair of her pussy. He fell forward, his weight 
smashing against Natalie's rounded full breasts, crushing them cruelly back 
to her chest. He rammed his hips forward at the same time with all the 
strength in his thighs and buttocks. His long thick cock slid into her cunt 
like a driving piston, pushing the moist soft flesh of her vaginal walls in 
tiny rippling waves before it. There was no stopping his penis until with a 
loud slap, his hairy, lust-bloated balls slapped heavily against the cheeks 
of her tightly-clenched ass. 

Natalie's legs jerked out wide on either side of the Turk's muscular young 
body, splaying out over the sides of the bed and kicking futilely into the 
air as her deeply split buttocks screwed themselves deep into the bed, in a 
frantic attempt to escape the sudden impalement she feared so much. 

"Ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me," she wailed beneath him. She had never 
felt so completely filled in her life as his heavy, rock-hard cock rammed 
deeper. For a second she felt as though his burrowing penis had torn her 
vagina into a million tiny shreds as he speared into her narrow passage. 

And then suddenly, he pulled his penis, slippery and wet from her cunt hole, 
and began enticingly letting it slip up and down her upraised ass-crack. 

"What are you trying to do to me?" she demanded. 

"I ... I want to sodomize you," he smiled excitedly, "hasn't any man ever 
shoved his prick up your ass-hole, Natalie?" 

Shaking her head in total fear, the blonde stewardess exploded, "No, damn 
you ... and nobody ever is going to stick his cock up my ass. Have you got 
that straight, Omar?" 

The dark-skinned Turk shook his head. "No... 

I'm going to screw your ass-hole ... all you have to do is to relax...." 

Instead of relaxing, Natalie decided to try to escape. She had heard stories 
about European men who like to 'sodomize' their women, and she'd even heard 
there were some men in the states who enjoyed this kind of sexual 
intercourse. And she had always considered it sick. After all, according to 
the Bible story the town of Sodom was famous for this kind of sex. Anal 
intercourse was their specialty, and fire from heaven rained down on them 
That was why they named the act of anal intercourse Sodom ... after the 
ancient town of sin where this warped sex act was so popular. 

"You'll enjoy letting me sodomize you," he smiled, an evil look playing 
about his lips. "I'm glad your ass-hole is virgin. It was waiting for my 
cock." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Even though the thought of sodomizing her ass-hole excited the Turk, the 
blonde stewardess was enraged at this unpleasing prospect of pain. 
Struggling underneath him to free herself, she tried hard but in vain. For 
her light young body was strongly overpowered by the muscular young Turk. In 
the full heat of his passionate longing, Omar was not about to be deprived 
of this unique sexual act he enjoyed so much. 

"Some women love it that way," he smiled, trying desperately to convince her 
to cooperate. 

And while he struggled this way, he managed to lustfully plunge the 
inflated, mushroom-shaped head of his cock between her ass-cheeks. 

As she felt the lengthy shaft sliding to her tight anus, and ramming until 
the bursting point, she felt as though he'd cut her in two with his 
rock-hard cock. 

"P ... Please don't hurt me," she begged. 

A fine misty sheen of perspiration covered Omar's heated body. He was ready 
to make the pleasurable plunge right up her ass-hole, but seeing Natalie 
close her eyes, clinching her teeth in expectation of the awful pain that 
would rip through her ass-hole when he rammed it up her butt, made him 
hesitate a moment. There was a single ridge of flesh that he must drive 
through if he were to enter the tight tingling confines of her ass-hole. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she finally blurted, "get it over with, damn you the 
wait is killing me!" 

With just the insinuating tip of his huge throbbing cockhead pressing at her 
tight, puckered up anus, she couldn't wait any longer. The suspense was 
worse than the awful moment she knew must come when he'd drive his prick 
right up her tight ass-hole. 

His hands reached down and he parted the white full ass-cheeks so he could 
see her ass-hole as he rammed forward. He felt a shiver of fear go through 
her now. But it didn't bother him. He had been through this before when he 
would sodomize his women. They always hated the prospect of getting fucked 
in the ass. Yet, once they finally would permit his penis entrance, they 
would enjoy it, following the initial painful cock-stab that would connect 
him. 

Grasping her warm ass-cheeks, he shoved forward. Pulling the white rounded 
ass-globes far apart, he drove his throbbing hard long penis right up her 
ass-hole, his balls lewdly slapping against her ass-crack. 

"Fuck ... fuck ... fuck," she begged, wanting him to finish the awful act of 
sodomy once and for all. 

The giant blood-filled head of his penis slid up her tight ass-hole at last. 
Sure enough, the initial cockstab was terrible. She felt the crush of his 
loins down into the valley of her buttocks, as wafts of cool air rushed 
maddeningly between her widely spread legs. 

All at once her face contorted with an unrecognizable mask of wild abandoned 
passion. Her ass-hole accepted his rampaging, driving penis. With 
penetrating cockstabs he rode his rock-hard cock in and out of her ass-hole. 
With every downswing of his driving cock, his balls slapped lewdly against 
her bare round ass-cheeks. 

"Fuck back," he begged her, the frenzied lustful look in his eyes indicating 
to Natalie just how turned-on he had become riding his prick up her ass-hole 
all the way. 

To Natalie's amazement, the huge prick imbedded in her ass-hole was no 
longer painful. Once the initial pain of entry had disappeared it felt good 
to have him sliding his prick meat up her ass-hole. Her undulating hip 
movements told the Turk she was enjoying his screwing at last. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh, yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me!" she told him. And Omar was 
only too happy to respond. 

Her rotating hips, combining with the Turk's driving, huge prick stabbing up 
her tight anus, his balls slapping noisily on her ass-cheeks felt good to 
her. 

"You like it?" the Turk asked, already knowing the answer to his question 
from the smile on her face. 

Unable to look him in the eye, Natalie nodded. 

"Why don't you look at me?" he demanded. 

Slowly, she looked up at him. "Yes, yes, I love it! I want your cock ... I 
want every fucking inch of it, Omar. Fuck my ass-hole. Sodomize me ... do 
anything you want with me ... only never stop fucking me!" 

Their sweaty bodies slapped against each other as they continued fucking 
vigorously. 

All at once, the Turk's hands reached out to grip her ripe bosoms. He 
pinched her nipples until they were distended and blood-red. It produced the 
desired effect. She kept her ass-churning movements up as the continued 
driving into her tight, upturned ass. 

Nothing mattered to her now but the delicious erotic waves of stormy feeling 
in her ass, as Omar's thick impaling shaft drove in and out of her rectum, 
ramming in all the way until the entire cockshaft was inserted. Omar would 
hesitate a moment, letting her twitching ass muscles seize and squeeze his 
cock. 

"You like it?" he smiled proudly, delighted that he could introduce her to a 
new kind of fucking. 

And then grunting savagely, he quickened his stroke, grinding hard and deep 
until his massively pulsating cock bore far into her hidden, untouched ass. 
Her breasts heaved, and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the 
cock riding, sliding, pile-driving up her tight butt. 

"I'm almost there," he panted, "just keep your tail twisting!" 

She kept churning her ass around, getting him more excited every moment. And 
then he got his gun off inside her ass-hole. 

"Ohhh, yesss ... yesss, I'm cummmmmm-mmmmmming," he groaned, "Keep grinding! 
Wiggle your ass!" 

With a deep thrust, he drove his penis up her ass-hole, suddenly shooting 
his wad, making her ass-hole slick for his cock to slide. The sloshing sound 
of his powerful penis plunging up her ass-hole aroused and stimulated her, 
and she felt her own throbbing cunt crying out in its erotic need. 

Pausing for a moment, he finally went berserk, driving his prick up her 
tight, cum-slick ass-hole, draining ever drop of erotic kicks from her tight 
butt. And then he pulled his huge cockhead from her ass after he'd rammed it 
up her all the way. 

She collapsed on the bed, but soon he was spreading her legs, and gripping 
her white globular buttocks. He buried his face in her crotch, as he 
hungrily began sucking on her cunt. 

The blonde stewardess enjoyed the way his hands groped for her naked hips. 
His fingers tightened in the soft fleshiness of her buttocks. And then he 
let his tongue slide along her hair-fringed fissure. Her naked, 
sweat-drenched body lay back, her head rolling from side to side on the 
pillow as she felt the Turk's torrid tongue sliding along her slit. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss ... yessss ... I can't stand it, suck me ... suck me," 
she moaned. This was the only invitation Omar needed to get in there and 
pump his tongue into her cunt. An agonizing grimace of rising desire twisted 
Natalie's features into a mask of absolute surrender. 

Omar's virile, muscular body was covered with beads of sweat, tiny rivulets 
of perspiration were dripping from the hollows and crevices of his legs and 
torso and oozing onto the blonde stewardess's tingling flesh. 

Omar pumped his tongue in and out of her cunt like a sex machine. He 
developed a deep, stabbing tongue rhythm, that caused her to quiver. 

Her eyes popped open suddenly almost as if a volt of surging electricity had 
shot through her, as his tongue invaded the sensitive squirming twat. She 
ground hotly against his hard muscular virility. Her moans were degenerating 
into hoarse muffled gasps. 

"Eat me ... eat my cunt" the blonde stewardess panted, as she locked her 
legs around the Turk's neck, pumping her pelvis forward, so her cunt would 
engulf his face. 

The time bomb of Natalie's passion was ticking inexorably toward the 
inevitable moment of a writhing orgasm. He grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing 
them fondly, as his tongue continued invading her hot, willing hole. 

The curly blonde pubic pussy hair tickled his nose as he sniffed her down 
there. Soon, his tongue flipped inside her, searching, probing licking. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, finger fuck my ass-hole," she begged him, as she felt his 
tongue lashing across her clit, erect and hard now. 

The Turk's probing finger sensuously entered her slick ass-hole. It was easy 
to obtain entrance with his finger now that he had filled her ass-hole up 
with his own slick cum. 

With his face buried in her crotch, he could hardly breathe. His lapping 
tongue movements caused her body to rock with tingling erotic delight. She 
loved the sensational flicking sensation of his tongue lashing across her 
clit, and then his teeth bore down on her there. He let his teeth sink into 
her clit, and her body trembled. With his finger sliding in her ass-hole, 
and his tongue surging in her cunt, he had her writhing, twisting, grinding 
into his face. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhhhhhh, suck me ... I'm cummmmmmmmmmmming, yesss. Ohhh, ahhh, 
eat my pussy...." 

Her hot pussy juices gushed in his mouth as he sucked hungrily. With his 
forefinger still slipping rhythmically up her ass-hole, his tongue lashing 
and licking in her cunt, she rolled back and forth begging for him. 

Finishing, the Turk slipped his finger out of her ass-hole. Flipping his 
tongue from her slippery cunt, he looked up at her. The ripe-red nipples of 
her shapely bosoms appealed to him. 

He got on top of her and sucked on each tit. After that he decided he would 
have her go down on him. 

"Get down there and lick my prick, "he smilingly told her. 

He got his hand behind her head, and forced her down between his outspread 
legs. Omar didn't hesitate to tell her exactly what he expected. 

"I want you to lick my nuts," he told her. "Go ahead!" 

She let her tongue tip slide along his huge balls. She saw his ball sack 
jerk, responding to her licking movements. His huge, quivering cock 
indicated how horny he was. She could smell the aroma of his crotch, and 
this appealed to her. His body glistened with a misty sheen of excitement, 
and soon she slipped both his lusty balls in her mouth and sucked on them 
smoothly. 

Soon, she was licking up and down the length of his huge shaft. With an 
instinctual desire to provide her man with all the erotic excitement she 
knew how, she suddenly let her mouth slip over the meaty head of his cock. 
Her lips fastened firmly on his huge prick. 

Natalie's nostrils flared at the pungent arousing scent of his manhood, as 
her mouth slipped rhythmically up and down his huge prick. 

"Ohhh, Natalie, what a good cocksucker you are," the Turk panted as he 
pumped his prick into her mouth. His mammoth erection eased to the back of 
her throat. She could feel the hard cock-head throbbing. She was anxiously 
awaiting that orgasmic moment when he would explode in her mouth. 

Instantly, his hands seized her head, and he shoved her down hard over his 
hugeness. He loved the feeling of possessing her, dominating her. 

"Eat it," he demanded, "suck the cream out of my prick! Ohhh, cock-eater ... 
suck ... suck it out!" 

Driving it deeply down her throat, she was finding it nearly impossible to 
breathe. 

"Oh, Natalie, that's the way I want it! Don't take your mouth off my prick. 
Keep sucking? 

Omar's saliva slickened steely shaft pistoned smoothly in and out of her hot 
mouth. She was actually anxious to have him cum in her mouth. She wanted the 
thrilling sensation of draining his cock. 

"Eat me ... eat my cock," he begged. 

The desire-swollen hardness drove in her mouth without mercy. She could feel 
the length of Omar's huge prick suddenly beginning to throb, tensing and 
stiffening to incredible rigidity. Her face reddened, her eyes turned white, 
and she was almost losing consciousness as he used her throat for the 
wildest of fucks, filling her face with so much cock-meat she could hardly 
breathe anymore. But it didn't matter. 

"I'm almost there," he moaned, writhing, and twisting. And then she felt his 
saliva wet balls slap lewdly on her lips, as he plunged all the way down her 
throat. At last the spurting viscous liquid splashed resoundingly from his 
blood-stiffened prick, gushing in all its creamy thickness into her willing 
hot mouth. Omar's creamy, thick, tangy cum oozed from the corners of her 
mouth, as she sucked him. 

His hands grasped her head, shoving her down harder on his cock-meat as the 
huge thrills raced through his lust inflamed body like a flash-fire. "Yessss 
... suck me ... eat me ... ohhhhhhhh, Natalie, suck my prick off!" 

The young blonde stewardess was anxious to please. She sucked hard on his 
hugeness, and he finished shooting at last. Slowly she slipped her 
full-sensuous lips from his huge, throbbing penis, licking the tip of it as 
she licked her way from his penis. 

Gently, she laved his balls, and then licked at his inner thighs. Omar 
raised his legs up invitingly, slipping his hand under his round ass-cheeks, 
as she gently let her tongue slide along his ass-crack, providing him with 
more thrills. 

Slipping her tongue from around his ass-hole, she rested her head on his 
strong thigh. Reaching down, Omar ran his fingers through her blonde hair, 
thanking her. 

"I really like the way you give head," he told her. 

For a moment, she was too embarrassed to reply. She had done this a couple 
of times in college on a heavy date. But it still made her feel uneasy. 

"Why don't you straddle my face and swing your tits over my mouth?" the 
horny, dark-skinned, hairy Turk suggested to the blonde stewardess. For a 
tense moment, Natalie hesitated. She was coming back to her senses, and her 
untamed lusts seemed shameful and wrong. 

Finally, she straddled him, lustfully swinging her huge bosoms back and 
forth across Omar's face. His tongue flipped out and he licked the excited 
distended red nipples, as he reached behind to grip her round ass globes. He 
enjoyed sucking on Natalie's tits, while he smoothly massaged her blonde 
bottom. 

"Stop it," she finally told him, "stop it, Omar ... I've got to go back to 
the hotel." 

Natalie was learning that once the fires of passion begin burning it is not 
easy to stop them from flaring up, out of control. Eventually, she convinced 
Omar that he should stop. And then she looked down at him with a loving 
expression on her face. 

"You really know how to ignite me," he told her. 

"We've had a wonderful night. But ... I must go now." 

Natalie knew that if she didn't initiate action, Omar might get heated up 
again for more sex. She got off the bed and slowly began dressing. However, 
Omar insisted they shower together. 

"On one condition," Natalie insisted, "we confine it to a shower. No more 
sex...." 

Omar laughed as he looked at the innocent face of the young blonde 
stewardess. "Would I mislead you?" he smiled. 

"Yes," she said evenly. 

"Alright, we'll just take a shower ... no more sex, not tonight, anyway." 

They took a shower together, and Omar did delight in sliding the soap all 
over her naked blonde body as the shower water poured over them both. 

She washed him off too, at his insistence, even washing his cock, his balls, 
and his ass-hole for him. 

Finally, they stepped out of the shower and dried off. After that they both 
dressed, and Omar drove her back to the hotel. When she was alone, she 
looked out of the picture window and saw the balcony and below the sparkling 
lights of Istanbul. She had discovered a lot of wonderful things about 
Turkey, not the least of which was Omar, the horny lover she had enjoyed so 
much that exciting night. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The following day Natalie had time to see some of the sights of Istanbul. 
The splendor of the Blue Mosque made her forget all about the previous 
night's adventures. And when she entered St. Sophia's magnificent edifice, 
she felt guilty about her wanton sexual activity. Caught in the comforting 
atmosphere of the huge cathedral, she vowed she would not give in to despair 
and depravity ever again. Feeling lonely was one thing. But trying to escape 
this unpleasant feeling by falling into the trap of lust was no answer. 

The marketplace fascinated with its quaint small booths and the glistening 
gold rings, with their priceless gems bedazzling her as she looked at them. 

She had made her mind up that she would no longer overspend as that made her 
anxious too. So, she simply admired the many fabulous things she saw in the 
exquisite little gem shops. Returning to the hotel at night, she had a quiet 
dinner alone in her room. When the bellboy acted as if he wanted to get 
better acquainted, she let him know that she wasn't interested. And this 
made her feel much better about the entire episode. 

The next day, she had to get up early and be packed to take the airport bus 
provided for the crew of the jet lines. As dawn streaked across the Turkish 
sky when the sun rose, she thought of Omar and wondered if she would ever 
see him again. 

Going through Customs didn't take long and then she was ready to think of 
Bombay, the next stop in the around-the-world flight she was on. However, 
she was kept so busy during the flight she barely had time to think about 
any personal impressions of Bombay. The plane was packed. Many of the men on 
board the plane were heading for Sri Lanka, and from what they told her 
about that place she found it fascinating. 

One man in particular seemed to enjoy talking about Sri Lanka. He didn't 
hesitate to tell her why. 

"Sri Lanka has everything," he explained. "The beaches are the best. There's 
a very elegant hotel I always go to. It's called Pegasus Reef Hotel, and it 
is set on the most magnificent stretch of white sand beaches anywhere on 
earth. Palm trees sway in the tropical breezes, and a French restaurant 
serves gourmet food. I wish I was there now." 

"You make me envy you," Natalie assured him, "I've always wanted to go to 
Acapulco. And from what you say Colombo sounds like Waikiki Beach and Los 
Homos in Acapulco all rolled into one!" 

He laughed, sipping his drink slowly, and took out his business card from 
his wallet. "If you ever come to Colombo ... do look me up!" 

"I most certainly will," Natalie smiled. 

First, there were the drinks, and then a couple of meals followed before the 
long flight was over. By the time Natalie arrived in Bombay her enthusiasm 
for travel was greatly diminished. She recognized she was completely 
exhausted and by the time the plane landed at the Bombay International 
Airport, she was not about to head for any sightseeing tour as she required 
rest. The Taj Mahal Hotel brought her to life again. The magnificent old 
marvel of a hotel was set on the Arabian Sea. Every room had a view of the 
sea. And the old wing which had been built during the time of British rule 
had a splendid style of Moorish architecture. When the desk clerk told her 
she could have a room in the old wing she was delighted as that was the wing 
she preferred. The new tower at the front of the older building was modern 
high-rise and resembled any other modern hotel with all of the up to the 
minute modern conveniences. But there was something romantic and appealing 
about the older wing that she enjoyed very much. Natalie's room had an 
arched ceiling with a ceiling fan in the middle of the room. 

The green tile floor, and white walls complimented each other. There was a 
lovely balcony with a splendid view of the city of Bombay, the Arabian sea, 
and the strange-looking black sand beaches. The Arabian Sea itself had a 
most unusual color ... it was brown and appeared sandy. From the photos that 
Natalie had seen in the travel brochures she thought the Arabian Sea would 
be a blue. Natalie didn't feel like any sight-seeing at this point, and 
promptly proceeded to go to bed. She ordered from Room Service, so she 
wouldn't have to go to the bother of dressing for dinner. It was strangely 
humid and hot and the overhead ceiling fan proved to be very practical. At 
first, she had thought perhaps it was only for decorative purposes, a relic 
of another, slower era. However, the fan eliminated the stuffy feeling she 
might have had otherwise. 

That night she slept soundly and the next day, she started out on her sight 
seeing expedition. At first, she went to an interesting park where the 
British had left behind one of their botanical gardens, created in a park, 
situated above the city water's supply, which was below in a well-built 
reservoir. After that, she went to lunch and in the afternoon visited a 
movie studio in downtown Bombay. They were shooting a picture, supposedly 
set on the desert, and this provided something most interesting for her to 
enjoy. 

Meeting a producer by the name of Nazir Jariz proved to be the highlight of 
the entire afternoon. Nazir was a man who appreciated beautiful women and he 
had cast quite a few leading ladies in India's biggest films. Meeting the 
blonde stewardess got him so excited he began envisioning her as a blonde 
princess in one of the historical movies he was about to put before the 
cameras. 

"Why don't you join me for dinner?" Nazir suggested to Natalie. 

"I barely know you," she replied, being coy and reserved. 

"We can take care of that problem," Nazir smiled, "You are a very lovely 
lady and you should dine at the finest restaurants in Bombay ... and I know 
where they are." 

Thus, a dinner engagement was set, and that night Natalie met Nazir in the 
marble lobby of the Taj Mahal. 

"We might as well begin here," he smiled, "we'll have a drink at the bar at 
the top of the hotel. It provides a superb view of the city. And I know 
you'll enjoy it." 

As they went up the elevator together it dawned on Natalie that her producer 
friend had a distinct British accent. 

"You ... don't sound like an Indian," she smiled as they disembarked from 
the elevator and proceeded down the hallway to the bar at the top of the 
Taj. 

"That's true," Nazir smiled, "and I can tell you why. I went to Oxford 
University near London. So, I don't sound like a native." 

Over drinks at the posh bar, Natalie thrilled to the sight of the fabulous 
city of Bombay spread out below. The twinkling lights of the fabled old city 
seemed to hide the fact that in this city there was gnawing poverty as well 
as huge wealth. 

"How long will you be in Bombay?" he asked anxiously. "Tonight and tomorrow 
... I must leave on the following day's flight for Hong Kong." 

"That's too bad," he told her, "I was thinking perhaps you might test for 
the film role of the blonde princess who comes to India from England." 

"I'm not an actress," Natalie insisted, "I'm just a stewardess." She said 
the word 'stewardess' in a way that bothered Nazir. He didn't like the idea 
of her down-playing the role she had selected for her life work at this 
point in time. 

"You shouldn't say 'just' a stewardess," he insisted, "You have so much to 
see, so much living to do as you fly all over the world." 

"That's true," she smiled at him, "and that's the right way to look at it. 
You simply can't look down on your role. You see I'm just serving the people 
who can afford to fly...." 

Nazir was impressed with Natalie's modesty. 

"Let's go to dinner now," he smiled. 

They went down to the posh lobby, and when they got outside a doorman 
dressed in a white uniform, with a purple and white turban was there to open 
the door of the producer's limousine which he had parked nearby. A chauffeur 
sped them to another nearby hotel. The dining room on the top floor had a 
revolving restaurant that made it possible to enjoy Bombay all during 
dinner. Following dinner, Nazir surprised her by suggesting they stop in his 
apartment, which he claimed he kept in the hotel for entertaining his out of 
town guests. 

The luxurious apartment was a fantasy sprung to life. The thick white 
carpeting, and the elegant furniture all added up to a very striking place. 
After drinks, he got to talking and then his hands began to wander to her 
thigh. 

This bothered Natalie. She had though of Nazir as a cool businessman who was 
primarily interested in her film career possibilities. But, as the dark 
skinned Indian man began talking to her about his various plans she soon 
realized he was also a very ardent, and passionate man as well, and this 
annoyed and troubled her. 

"I ... I am beside myself," he winked as his hand slipped smoothly under her 
dress while he quoted Indian religious verse. 

"Don't you think you could recite something different when you are putting 
the make on me?' Natalie demanded, thinking of the hypocrisy of it all. But 
Nazir only shook his head. 

"Sex is a religion with me," he explained, "I look upon each woman as a 
godly vessel and...." 

Never before had Natalie heard such a line of bull. She pulled his hot hand 
from under her skirt, and didn't hesitate to tell the Indian producer what 
she thought of him. 

"Alright, Nazir, buzz off my body! You're not putting the make on me with a 
lot of sweet talk. I'm not buying!" 

Misunderstanding the American slang she was using and taking her words 
literally, the Indian film producer arched an eyebrow, "Of course you're not 
buying! I am...." 

Reaching behind a silk pillow on the sofa he brought out a small red box, 
and handed it to Natalie. 

"I'm buying," he smiled, "a little gift for you, my pet!" 

Curiosity won out in the contest going on in her mind about the morality of 
accepting a lovely gift which might have some very tight sexual strings 
attached. Opening the box, her eyes fell upon a stunning diamond ring. 

"Oh, Nazir," Natalie exclaimed, "you shouldn't have done it!" 

"I know I shouldn't. My wife would say I shouldn't if she knew, but Natalie 
when I took one look at you I knew what I had to do!" 

"That sounds like the words of an American love song," Natalie commented 
suspiciously as she looked up from the ring. 

"They are," Nazir smiled proudly, "and I think they fit perfectly the 
feeling I must express to you for what you mean to me!" 

At that point, the handsome Indian got to his feet, and began reciting an 
Indian verse, "You are life and love to me! You are beauty, of face and 
form! You are sunlight and moonlight! You make my life bright with your 
smile!" 

"Is that original?" 

"No, but I think it fits what I feel for you!" 

Natalie could resist no longer. Her eyes swept down to the glittering 
diamond while Nazir got to his knees in front of the sofa and began reaching 
under her skirt. Soon he was pressing his lips against her hot legs, 
reaching to her moist inner thigh. 

"Natalie, why don't we go into the bedroom. If I could just see you naked I 
wouldn't lay a finger on you." 

Natalie looked at Nazir's intense eyes, hungering for a sight of her body, 
and she looked calculatingly at the diamond ring. 

"Alright," she smiled, feeling somehow like a whore. Erasing such unpleasant 
thoughts from her mind she managed to go into the bedroom with Nazir and 
proceeded to disrobe. 

When she saw Nazir undressing too, she looked at him in surprise. 

"Why are you taking your clothes off?" 

"I wouldn't ask you to do anything I wouldn't do," he smiled proudly. "I am 
certain you wouldn't want to leave India without seeing at least one Indian 
man naked." 

"Why? Do Indian men have something different?" 

"You'll see," Nazir smiled, as he undressed. He kept his eyes focused on 
Natalie who was undressing. He could hardly wait to see the wisp of pussy 
hair between her lithe, long legs. 

When she finally did strip completely, and he saw her ripe, full bosoms with 
their erect nipples, and his eyes swept down to her pubic vee, he felt a 
wave of erotic desire tingling in his testicles, giving him a huge hard-on. 

Nazir stepped out of his Indian silk boxer shorts and she caught sight of 
the huge, throbbing penis between his legs. 

Nazir was proud of his throbbing cock and he didn't hesitate to stroke it a 
couple of times to bring it to full size. 

"You can see me naked now," Natalie smiled innocently, hoping the sight of 
her body might possibly be enough to satisfy him. But, she soon discovered 
that was not the case. 

"Get on the bed Natalie," Nazir suggested softly. 

Natalie had gone this far and she figured she now had to go through the rest 
of it if he wasn't going to think of her as some kind of a prick teaser. The 
diamond-ring bribe had worked its magic on her mind. She had wanted it so 
desperately, she secretly knew she'd do just about anything a man would ask 
her to. Nazir wasn't a bad-looking man either. He could take off a little of 
the paunch around his middle, but he was tall, smooth-skinned and he had a 
huge cock. 

As she lay on the bed, Natalie began thinking about what she was doing to 
herself and she felt guilty. It had been such a short time ago that she'd 
confessed her sins at St. Sophia in Istanbul. And now, here she was naked on 
a bed in Bombay. 

As the naked Indian producer got on bed with her, and she tried to free 
herself from what she knew was coming, she felt helpless against his might, 
and slowly he lowered his head until his lips completely smothered her 
trembling mouth. Soon his tongue was licking lustfully between her lips and 
against her tongue. 

Nazir held the blonde stewardess close, his big hands hot and moving as they 
pressed into the full, round flesh of her ass to force her pelvis tighter 
against him, his height playing the throbbing head of his penis hard against 
the soft flat belly of Natalie. And then she felt her own erotic fires 
burning within her body. It was strange how once in the act of sex, the 
guilt would disappear. And the pleasure would take over. Wild little 
sensations of excitement made her body tingle with hot desire. 

She lay there now, helpless at his lewd assault of her defenseless body. 
Even though she wanted in one part of her mind to resist him, she found 
herself giving way to the assault. She let her mouth give way to the rape of 
his tongue. He was forcing his body on her as his hands massaged and 
caressed her bosoms. 

The blonde stewardess's full up-tilted breasts appealed to him. And with 
lewd movements, he felt of them, pinching the nipples obscenely. 

"Ohhh, ohhhh, please stop," Natalie begged. But as he lifted his head she 
saw his evil, lewd grin and she knew Nazir would never stop until he had 
satisfied himself with her body. 

"We're just getting acquainted, Natalie," he smiled, as his hands began 
exploring every crack and crevice of her naked body. 

It was impossible Natalie thought to herself. Her own body was betraying 
her. She felt her desires coming alive with almost overpowering sensations 
of lustful desire. 

She had to control herself. What was happening to her sense of moral 
decency, or had she cleansed herself of sordid religious concepts of 
morality. Then, she felt his huge hands on her satiny, naked flesh. He was 
moving upward ... upward to her thigh. The soft warm flesh of her inner 
thigh gave way to his lusts. 

She wanted him too! Oh, noooo! Didn't she have more control of her emotions 
than that? Why should she suddenly desire him like this? Couldn't she stop 
this awful carnal craving? 

Nazir looked down at Natalie where she lay stretched out beneath him in all 
her naked blonde splendor. She felt his hand on the silken flesh of her 
trembling thigh, moving higher with each stroke until he let them brush the 
pubic, fleecy blonde curls around her crotch. 

He enjoyed letting his fingertips slide along her pink-slitted pussy, and 
watching her underneath him as the lewd and lustful feelings held sway. 

The hairy, dark-skinned Indian movie producer was panting over her body now 
and this got her all the more aroused. 

"I could just eat you," he told her. She groaned and twisted as she felt his 
fingertips sliding around her crotch. What had come over her? She desired 
him. She wanted to feel his huge, throbbing cock sliding in her cunt. Oh 
what horrible teasing. Nazir, straddling her deliberately brushed the head 
of his meaty erection back and forth over her cunt. He was enjoying the lewd 
excitement of gently inserting just the tip of his cock, and suddenly 
pulling out. It was quite obvious to the young stewardess, he was doing the 
prick-teasing, and she was his victim. 

"You enjoy that?" Nazir grinned down at her. 

"Yes ... ohhh, yess ... I ... I want you!" 

"You want what?" the dark-skinned movie pro ducer teased the young blonde 
stewardess. 

"I ... I want your cock in me ... I want you to. . to fuck me!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Once he'd managed to get her to say what she wanted, he didn't instantly 
give her what she asked for. Instead, he teasingly played with her ripe, 
full bosoms, squeezing them until she closed her eyes in shame. 

"Stop it ... Stop torturing me like this!" 

Nazir was accustomed to dealing with beautiful and very spoiled young women. 
And he prided himself in knowing exactly how to handle them to obtain what 
he wanted. 

Her mind had become a whirlpool of conflict. Part of him desiring sex with 
him and another part of her hating him. 

"I can't wait to lap you up," he smiled, "to lick your sweet, juicy cunt!" 

And then she felt his hands once more go down to her smooth thighs, his 
finger slid into her cuntal hole, and suddenly withdrew just as she was 
beginning to enjoy. 

"Feel good?" he smiled, enjoying the cat and mouse game he was making of 
their sexual interlude. 

"Yes ... yes ... I ... I like your finger inside if me.... 

Then it happened again. Nazir let his finger teasingly slide along her 
moistening pussy slit. She felt his thick long finger tracing the thick, 
pink-furrowed line of her nakedly exposed cunt, as she writhed and squirmed 
beneath it, uncontrollably. 

Spasms of unwanted desire surged through her entire being now, almost 
consuming her with its fiery, lust-ridden trail. 

Slowly, Nazir parted the wisps of soft blonde sparse pubic hair, worming his 
finger deeper and deeper into her excited, moist channel, sending shocks of 
wild delight soaring through her entire being. 

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, no ... noooooo," she whimpered as the mounting passionate 
desires flamed in her body. 

The aroused young blonde stewardess tossed her head and whimpered in her 
emotional turmoil, and strange craving. A stimulating shock of carnal desire 
and craving made her willingly spread her legs. She was twitching and 
squirming, her buttocks rising, as he gently probed inside her moist depths. 
Her sensitive pussy-slit was taunted now as he continued playing with her, 
an evil grin of domination surfacing on the producer's lust-driven face. 

He enjoyed seeing her thighs, gently thrusting upward as he kept probing 
inside her pussy. The electrifying contact with the tiny throbbing bud of 
her clitoris caused unrestrained passion to sweep over her. It was lewdly 
saturating her entire being, and Natalie bit her lips to hold back the moan 
of mindless bliss she experienced, as the ecstatic thrills of sensuous 
passion surged through her, causing her breasts to shiver and shake. 

But as she saw the wicked and somehow evil grin on Nazir's face, Natalie 
knew she had to rouse her slumbering conscience and stop him before it was 
too late. These forbidden, lascivious acts were all wrong. She knew they 
were, but how could she stop him when she was enjoying it so much. She felt 
hopelessly trapped in her own lewd and lustful desires. And that was what 
made it all seem so painful, so incredibly torturous. 

Catching her breath, Natalie tried to find words to express her feeling. The 
sensual shock of his fingers teasing obscenely around her hotly quivering 
clitoris caused her to writhe her buttocks around in a vain effort to escape 
the frenzied spasms of desire she felt now. 

"Oh, Nazir ... I'm no whore," she moaned, "you are treating me like a slut 
... Ohhhh, I ... I can't." 

The diamond ring was flashing in her mind. That was the price he was willing 
to pay for her body. 

She consoled herself. At least he was willing to pay a good price for her 
sexual favors, providing the diamond was real, of course. 

The Indian movie producer's fingers teased the erect bud of her clitoris, as 
fresh spasms of desire coursed wildly over her vibrant, flesh. "You know how 
to excite me," she moaned, writhing in passion-filled ecstasy. 

The helpless blonde stewardess closed her eyes in sexual delight. She felt 
the cool rush of air, as he parted her legs, toying with her fleshy 
buttocks, exploring her all over like a curious child examining a new toy. 
His big hands clutched her bosoms hotly, kneading, rolling and squeezing the 
nipples almost painfully between his fingers, until his warm, wet mouth 
encompassed one, his lashing tongue flipping over the tiny nipple in 
maddening excited lust. 

And then he sucked on her other bosom in the same manner. Even though she 
hated herself for being this ignited by his passionate love-making it didn't 
prevent her from pushing his head down over both tits as he sucked and 
licked, and nibbled on them. 

All the time he was doing this he was inserting his hot, and anxious hand 
between her moist tingling thighs. 

The hard distended pink nipples were now completely exposed to him and she 
could feel his hot breath there as he played with them, rolling, squeezing 
and then licking with his wet tongue. 

Painfully he'd take her nipples between his fingers, and then his tongue 
flipped back and forth here. She loved the arousing way he was going at it 
now. His wet, hot tongue licked between the valley of her bosoms, letting 
his hands slide down to her smooth stomach. Now and then his hand would dip 
down to her crotch, and he once again would insert one probing finger in her 
pussy, sliding his fingertip gently back and forth across her erect 
clitoris. 

The helpless young stewardess closed her eyes, raising herself up, assisting 
him, as he continued sliding his fingers in her vagina. His taunting 
fingertips soon had her pumping back in response. 

She moaned as he withdrew his fingers from her vagina, and suddenly got down 
between her nakedly splayed legs. He was kneeling now between her legs that 
he had forcibly and obscenely spread open to him, his face twisted in a lewd 
grin. She let her eyes trail over his muscular powerful naked torso to the 
thick, hardened penis standing out from his lean loins. 

Her eyes widened in a strange sense of disbelief and terror realizing at 
last what she was doing. A licentious smirk formed on his face and his hands 
lustfully stroked the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the 
hard, blood-engorged head. 

"You like it, don't you?" he smiled, "and I wonder if you feel I am worthy 
enough to enter your cunt!" 

Natalie hardly heard his obscene words. She was more than a little shocked 
with the sight of his huge, already pulsating organ. She couldn't help but 
gape at the massiveness of Nazir's throbbing penis. Its length and thickness 
caused her to stare in profound awe, while the sight of her own naked, 
obscenely spread-open thighs filled her with shame. Once again the feeling 
of helplessness swept over her. Her fogged brain had trouble responding. It 
further registered that Nazir was deriving some kind of warped, sadistic 
pleasure out of this. She detected a kind of gleam in his eyes that gave her 
this distinct impression. 

Yet, she found herself staring as if she were transfixed on the inhuman 
sized fleshy instrument that he was holding in his hand. Stroking his 
throbbing penis proudly, he made her wonder if she could ever take all that 
thick cockmeat into herself. 

"Is it big enough?" the Indian film producer laughed obscenely. "I guess you 
beautiful young stewardesses have a lot of opportunities!" 

Natalie hated to have Nazir think she was some kind of a slut. She didn't 
think of herself this way and it was painful to have him think of her like 
this. 

She couldn't help gape at the massive pulsating penis. Its length and its 
thickness caused her to stare and finally reach out and feel of the huge, 
throbbing cock. 

The almost inhuman size of his fleshy instrument caused her to feel almost 
ill. He seemed to delight in holding and stroking its thickness, terrorizing 
her with his huge cock. 

He dropped his weight upon her, and then she felt the hardness of his hugely 
pulsating penis sliding into the tender flesh of her belly, his thick hands 
once more reaching up to squeeze her full shapely bosoms. 

And then his mouth was smothering hers, his hot tongue being inserted in her 
mouth as he plunged deep into her mouth. 

After he had Frenched with her a few moments, he eased his tongue from her 
mouth, and brought it down to the lips of her vagina. Gently spreading the 
pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his quivering red tongue into the 
moistly flowering slit of her vagina, he prepared to eat her. She thrilled 
to the erotic sensation of having him down there around her crotch. 

The electrifying excitement she felt when Nazir's hot tongue licked along 
the gleaming bud of her erect little clitoris was different and more 
arousing than anything she'd ever experienced before. 

She kept involuntarily lifting her legs again, and then she decided to make 
her escape. Nazir lost his balance as she pulled away. But he quickly was on 
his knees and he seized her by the ankle. 

"Where were you going?" the dark skinned man smiled at the shapely young 
blonde stewardess. 

Nazir leaped forward, the weight of his chest striking against her lower 
abdomen and sending her back against the nightstand. He clamped his sweating 
palms against the soft insides of her thighs, and shimmied down until his 
face arrived over the soft hair-lined lips of the prone Stewardess's cunt. 
With her legs spread wide apart, and her eyes open in abject terror, she 
began struggling again, but it was a hopeless battle. She could see him 
lunged on all fours down between her quivering widespread thighs leering up 
at her between her large upstanding breasts like a sex-crazed animal, ready 
to pounce on his prey. 

His eyes fell upon the moistly glistening flesh of her nakedly exposed 
cuntal lips which seemed to be offered up to his gloating mouth as a 
defenseless sacrifice. She lay underneath him, unable to move. 

The shame and humiliation Natalie felt now was complete. She looked at 
Nazir's pink tongue obscenely circling his lips as he prepared to devour 
her. She could feel his hot breath, as he prepared for the ravishment of her 
quivering, hot vagina. 

Natalie felt only repugnance toward him as he let his hands slide over her 
smooth abdomen. She watched as he let his nose nudge closer to her soft 
down-covered pubic mound, placing his palms flat against the inside of her 
trembling young thighs, his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy flanges of her 
pink cunt. 

Ever so slowly he drew the ragged pink pussy lips apart, exposing the 
moistly palpitating slit to his gaze. Leering in almost a gloating manner he 
lowered his head, worming the wet long length of his tongue into the 
throbbing warm walls of her pussy. 

Natalie could not understand what was happening to her own emotions. There 
was a sudden change from brutality to a feeling of tenderness that caught 
her by surprise. 

She figured she might as well give in to this man and let him lick her any 
way he wanted. She felt his warmly licking tongue slip gently forward. Nazir 
was almost caressing the blushing folds of her pink pussy flesh. An erotic 
sensation overcame Natalie. What he was doing down there might cause her to 
erupt at any moment. She tightly clenched her buttocks together against the 
pressure he exerted with his thumbs, and finally he eased off her. Yet he 
still kept a constant outward tension against her legs until the straining 
muscles of her inner thighs slowly relaxed. 

Nazir saw a slight moisture forming along the inflamed cuntal folds. The 
glistening wetness was triggering his tongue to lusty desire. As the pain of 
his powerful hand-grip lessened, Natalie could feel her own lusts rising to 
match his erotic mood. 

When Nazir saw her ease her thighs wider and wider apart, he knew it would 
be only a matter of time before she would succumb to the ministrations of 
his tongue at the warm inner flanges of her cunt. Yet, he had no idea it 
would happen quite this soon. He was almost disappointed as he felt half the 
fun was the battle. 

His mind was intoxicated by the wafting scent of her tight young pussy. 
Again, Nazir snaked his tongue into the smooth pink cleavage of flesh, and 
felt her attempt to move before lying acquiescent when his fingers 
pressurized for a moment on her thighs. Nazir let his tongue simply rest 
there, luxuriating in the delicious taste of her beginning-to-juice cunt. 
And then he slowly eased his tongue below the tiny pleasure bud at the tip 
of her wetly trembling pussy. She was becoming accustomed to having his face 
in her crotch, his tongue in her twat now. 

He could tell she was quieting down, not wanting to raise such an objection 
to his licking of her crotch as she had at first. 

Her movements indicated to him she was enjoying it too. For her hips gently 
undulated from side to side as his wet hot tongue began licking at her 
crotch. He knew how to slide his tongue against the sensitive softness of 
her moist secret parts. 

Nazir lifted his mouth so that the tip of his tongue rested on top of the 
erect bud of her clitoris. And then he softly flicked his tongue back and 
forth. 

The blonde young stewardess sighed. She was enjoying what he was doing to 
her enormously. 

Permitting her muscles to relax in a loose tranquility, she lay back and 
enjoyed the pleasure with his tongue that the producer was providing with 
her. 

Nazir's sensitive tongue could feel her clitoris grow erect as he began 
feathering his tongue ever so lightly over the palpitating, moist nub of her 
clitoris. 

The producer's impatient cock was throbbing with desire now. Drops of 
crystal cum were oozing from the small slit at the crown of his cock. He 
could hardly wait to have her, and have her he must. 

Natalie's mounting arousal had held him back from instantly thrusting his 
massive male organ into her tight little cunt. He wanted to be gentle with 
her. He was determined she was going to enjoy their intercourse as much as 
he would. But he was tasting victory in her pussy now. For her own juicy 
responses indicated to him she was as turned on with him as he obviously was 
with her. Their little battle on the bed had only been an exciting prelude 
for something that was to follow. He didn't want to destroy the whole thing 
by moving too quickly. Using some cunning and strategy he felt he could find 
his sex slave willingly cooperating with his own obscene and lewd desires 
that had his balls burning. 

Nazir slowly increased the pressure of his tongue, thinking how wonderful it 
was to have a pair of smooth white thighs pressed warmly about his 
shoulders. And then he felt Natalie clench her legs tightly together all of 
a sudden, as some kind of rejection, and he couldn't understand why this 
was. 

Her pressure remained gentle, and lingered in his dazed mind. She had 
watched him moving his head down between her creamily smooth thighs. She had 
seen him push his face over her mound. She knew what he was doing. She knew 
it was depraved and obscene. Yet she hadn't stopped him before. Her body 
responded, her vagina juices were beginning to flow. 

Was their some kind of guilt hidden deep within her that made her act like 
this? Why? He couldn't answer this puzzling question that tormented him at 
this moment. 

"Mmmmmm," Natalie sighed, and her buttocks abruptly relaxed as a sudden 
feeling of great warmth flowered through her being. Gazing down fondly at 
the gently bobbing head between her thighs, she felt suddenly possessed of 
the desire to grip his head in her hands, to shove his hotly working mouth 
still tighter to her awakening loins. 

How could this lurid desire be tugging at her? She couldn't understand it. 
She was a decent girl who despised dirty old men who liked to fasten their 
faces in her hot loins, and slide their eager tongues in her twat. Yet, she 
had to tell herself the truth about Nazir's wet, slippery tongue sliding 
inside her vagina now. She loved it. She hungered for his mouth to be 
pressed on her cunt. 

She was quiet now, no longer anxious to escape. She wanted his insistent 
tongue to continue gliding inside her, to flick across her clitoris, to 
ignite, and incite her passions to the bursting point. She was as desperate 
for his tongue, as he apparently was for her pussy. 

For a moment, Nazir raised his mouth. Yet, he still let the tip of his 
tongue remain; resting over the tiny erect bud of her clitoris. Every so 
softly now, he flicked it back and forth. The girl sighed, letting her 
muscles relax even more in the marvelous sensations he was generating in her 
crotch. 

"Ohhh, Nazir ... I ... I love it," she moaned. He had a way of slipping his 
tongue ever so delicately over her there. She was so keyed up now he 
realized she could cum at any moment. 

It was all Nazir could do now not to stab his penis in her. He could feel 
his own juices ready to erupt. The nakedly captive stewardess squirmed 
slightly, as he tightened his hands over her thighs so she couldn't slip 
away. With one quick plunge of his wet thick tongue, he thrust forward 
between the fleshy warm folds of her cunt and began orally fucking her. A 
flooding feeling seemed to race over her body as if a thousand tiny fingers 
were slipping inside her pink moist vagina, and caressing her most secret 
parts. Natalie jerked suddenly downward. 

She had never experienced anything quite so tantalizing, quite so arousing, 
stimulating and satisfying. 

She arched her back to momentarily withdraw from the pleasure. Yet, she 
began involuntarily pushing toward him in a spasm of delight and ground her 
buttocks back up toward him. Again and again she screwed his face, grinding 
her cunt tightly to his pressing lips. All the time she was thrilling to the 
erotic sensations of his plunging, driving tongue which continued pumping 
into her in the most depraved, obscene way imaginable. 

Her breath exploded into small quick gasps that muffled themselves in tiny 
mewling grunts, as her face twisted in a lust-contorted moment of hot 
desire. 

And then he began a sudden flicking of his tongue rapidly in and out of her 
warmly clinging vaginal passage, thrusting his tongue and lips still closer 
to her crotch. 

Withdrawing his tongue a moment, he began to lick crazily across the little 
folds of cuntal flesh that were exposed. Her buttocks were swaying now, 
sensuously churning in response to his slippery tongue movements about her 
body. 

"Ohhh, ahhh," she gasped in half protest, as the uncontrollable building 
lust seared through her inflamed body, carrying her to a passion peak she 
had never known before Nazir's wild, wet tongue flipped around her cunt, her 
ass-cheeks, and his hands gripped her here tightly. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Nazir could tell the blonde stewardess was unable to control herself any 
longer. And it was to this passionate pitch that he had deliberately built 
up. Gone were all her inhibitions. 

"Spread your legs, Natalie," he smiled at her, "I'm going to fuck you good!" 

Trembling with a mixture of lewd anticipation and fear, the young blodne 
stewardess parted her thighs. Nazir's anxious finger slid down her wetly 
glistening vaginal slit until they rested at the hot pulsing portal of her 
cunt. With his free hand, he seized the shaft of his long throbbing cock 
with his fingers and stroked it obscenely against the ragged edges of her 
pussy, sending ripples of erotic lust surging through her loins. He ground 
slowly forward with his hips, guiding his thick massive penis forward until 
the thick rubbery head nosed into her wetly pulsating cuntal lips. The 
blonde young stewardess moved her head from side to side. She could feel him 
using the bulbous hot tip of his penis to part her flue down there. Closing 
her eyes, a shudder of delight tingled through the sensitive opening of her 
pulsing pussy. Holding her breath for what seemed like an eternity, she lay 
there in complete subjugation before him, not daring to breathe. 

"Ahhhh," she moaned as she felt the passionate pressure of his penis shoving 
against the elastic tight entrance to her virginal young cunt. 

And then he thrust his manhood inside her. 

"Yessss," she gasped, as she felt the first hard pressure against the thick 
penis sliding inside her moist welcoming womanhood. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Let 
me feel that prick of yours driving inside me!" 

Natalie thrilled to the stimulating sensation of his hugeness sliding in her 
cunt. He was pistoning his rigidly thick penis through her vaginally tight 
opening and thrilling to every second of it. As Nazir watched her becoming 
so aroused and excited it added to his pleasure. He enjoyed seeing her 
beneath him, as he relentlessly continued penetrating his penis in her tight 
cunt. 

Again and again he stabbed inside her. Hot waves of pleasure rippled through 
her body. He reared up with his hands, pressing on either side of her 
shoulders, levering his loins so that the great length of his massive cock 
lay even with her throbbing moistening cuntal lips. 

Her vaginal muscles grasped the head of his blood-engorged penis pushing 
inside her pulsating vaginal passage, and then he drove forward, his weight 
crashing against her full, ripe bosoms. He rammed his hips forward at the 
same time. The heated hardness of his pecker drove into her with a battering 
ram suddenness. He continued pistoning his penis into her tightly clinging 
cunt, shoving the moist soft flesh of her pussy before it with a surge of 
lewd sensation. 

There was no stopping him now. He loved this fantastic sensation. "Fuck me! 
Ohhhh, fuck me!" he gasped, as she groaned under him. Never before had he 
met an American girl who seemed to crave his cock like this young girl. 

"Grab my ass and play with me there," he told her. Her hot hands gripped his 
sinewy ass cheeks, squeezing them with her hot feeling now. 

"Yes ... ohh, fuck me! Fuck me!" she panted, pushing up to meet his 
advancing cockstabs. "All the way up there, Nazir! I want every fucking inch 
of your cock! Every inch!" 

The lust contorted look on Natalie's face indicated to him just how horny 
she was, and he responded by plunging in deep, rutting cockstabs. 

He kept on pumping into her, as she listened to the obscene sound of his 
balls, slapping loudly into the defenselessly clenched cheeks of her 
upturned ass. 

Never in Natalie's life had she met any man who could turn on the sex power 
in his penis like Nazir. 

He had himself under such perfect control and then he became a sex pistol. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck me!" he gasped, rutting into her now. His hotly pulsating 
penis seemed to be filling and expanding inside the wet throbbing walls of 
her cunt. Soon he would be coming. And it was this thick surge of creamy hot 
cum she was waiting for. She wanted that erotic moment of fulfillment when 
he would drive inside her. 

His massively throbbing shaft pumped completely inside her, thrilling her as 
no man had ever aroused her before. 

Natalie could feel every ridge and pulsing vein of his penis against the 
soft moist walls of her cunt. His thick throbbing cock continued pumping in 
its own erotic rhythm of his loins. Soon, they were both slippery with a 
misty sheen of perspiration as their bodies lustfully slapped together in a 
lustful manner. 

"Ahhh," he grunted breathlessly as he continued pumping it to her. "Slip 
your finger up my ass-hole Natalie. A good prostate gland massage always 
adds fire to my fuck!" 

Reaching behind him, Natalie felt of his round, firm ass-globes. Parting his 
buttocks, she slipped her hand smoothly between his ass-crack, gently 
permitting one finger to slip up his tight rectum. 

"Oh, yess, fuck ... fuck me!" he begged, "I want your finger sliding up my 
ass-hole while I screw your cunt!" 

Natalie's index finger glided smoothly up his tight anus, as he pumped it to 
her with forceful cockstabs. 

Nazir's hot throbbing flesh stabbed up her cunt another half-inch. He kept 
driving inside her, driving her almost to a point of frenzy. At last, she 
withdrew her finger from his behind, clasping his firm round ass cheeks and 
sensuously squeezing them, as he kept ramming it into her hot, yielding 
cuntal flesh. 

"How do you like having sex with a man from India?" Nazir smiled proudly, as 
he continued plunging his penis into her. 

Looking up at him, Natalie nodded and smiled. "Ohhh, Nazir ... I love having 
you fuck me! Keep fucking me!" 

Her chest rose and fell, letting her generous-sized bosoms push against him, 
as he went on screwing her. 

"Tell me it feels good!" he demanded, "I want to hear it from your own 
lips!" 

His eyes blazed with erotic ecstasy, as he proudly rode his huge, throbbing 
penis in her cunt. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

"Yesss ... Yess," she cried eagerly enjoying every thrilling thrust of his 
hugeness in her gripping cunt. 

Again and again, she felt him driving forward, the muscles of his chest 
seeming to fuse with the trembling mounds of her breasts. 

"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Natalie whimpered weakly, willing to cooperate 
with him completely now. 

At this point she was willing to let him do anything he pleased. Her 
feelings had sped beyond the limits of what she felt was decency. She could 
tell how much he enjoyed the fact all of her inhibitions were vanishing with 
every thrust of his mighty cock into her pussy. 

Nazir throbbed deeper, letting his fingers dig into the softness of her arm 
at the same time. She was defenseless now, her resistance destroyed by his 
lustful desires. 

"Do it to me, fuck me!" she panted passionately, the veil of defenses having 
lifted. Her humiliation was complete now. 

Nazir smiled down at her, his hands reaching down over the softly resilient 
flesh of her naked young buttocks, his fingers erotically sliding down the 
anal crevice. Parting her smooth ass-cheeks, he inserted his finger, sliding 
to her puckered little anus. He could feel it soft and warm, anxious for the 
insertion of his finger. 

Nazir gently thrust his outstretched forefinger inward until he began 
penetrating the tightly clenched opening. He could feel Natalie's body 
lurching toward him, as his finger was inserted in her ass-hole. It felt 
fantastic to have her loins grinding sensuously against his hips as she 
tried to get away from the relentless pressure. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered in his ear, churning her hips at the 
same time as his finger began thrusting obscenely in and out of her tight 
anus. 

Nazir smiled at her and informed her quietly, "fucking your ass-hole with my 
finger, while I screw your cunt with my cock! That's what I'm doing!" 

Nazir let his finger circle around inside her ass-hole, enjoying working 
against the elastic tightness of her channel, stretching the rubbery 
softness wider, ever wider as he let his finger stab into her. He continued 
stabbing his finger up her ass-hole, and went on pumping his thick prick in 
her cunt. 

She felt helpless in the grasp of his lust. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she begged the Indian man. "I want it up my ass-hole. 
I want your cock in my cunt ... deeper!" 

He drove his penis deeper in her vagina, his slick balls slapping her bare 
body, as he continued fingering her ass-hole. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yesss ... yesss ... fuck me ... fuck me!" she moaned in a 
frenzy. "I ... I can't stand it!" 

Natalie had become so worked up, she was orgasming now. Her cuntal juices 
provided superb lubrication for his thrusting cock as he went on driving his 
prick up her pussy. A sudden perverse urge hit the Indian producer. With his 
finger slipping up her ass-hole, he could imagine how much pleasure he might 
derive from having sex with her if she would only allow him the opportunity 
to dive his cock up her ass. 

She couldn't complain that his cock wasn't well lubricated. For now he was 
well oiled down there and ready to attack her from the rear. Pressing his 
lips on hers, he slowly insinuated his tongue along her lips. And then he 
inserted his tongue inside her mouth, circulating it smoothly. 

She was panting at this point, her body dripping with the perspiration that 
came from her wild sexual ride. Nazir had managed to control himself and his 
cock was still hard. 

"I'll fuck your ass-hole," he smiled, as he pulled his tongue from her open, 
wet mouth. "And you'll love it!" 

Natalie wasn't so sure she would love being sodomized. It seemed like an 
almost frightful kind of act. Yet, she determined she would permit his 
entrance into her behind if he wanted it so bad. He had a way of riding his 
finger up her tight rectum that did excite her. 

Nazir wasted no time in sliding his slick cock from her cunt. He wanted to 
degrade and humiliate her every way he knew how. Smiling lewdly, he told her 
the position he wanted her to get in. 

"Get on all fours," he demanded, "over there in front of the mirror. I want 
to watch it slipping up your ass-hole...." 

Reluctantly, the blonde, shapely naked stewardess slid off the huge bed, and 
walked over to the floor length mirrors Nazir had pointed out to her at the 
side of the room. She hesitated a long moment before getting on the floor. 

"Hurry up," the Indian producer insisted, "get on all fours on the floor 
like a fucking dog!" 

Turning, Natalie looked into his eyes. She could see a sadistic look on his 
face that frightened her. Yet she didn't want to create a commotion. It 
might only trigger the savage instinct that was already functioning within. 

Clasping her smooth, silken ass-cheeks, Nazir suddenly shoved forward, 
driving the full length of his manhood up her behind. With a deep 
penetrating cockstab he jabbed it into her. 

"Fuck," he exclaimed excitedly, "Fuck!" 

Nazir could feel the huge head of his throbbing cock coming to a sudden stop 
at her tight-puckered-up anus. With a ruthless force, he drove forward, as 
he decided to ram it to her. 

"Come on and fuck," he commanded, "that's the way to do it!" 

His throbbing cock almost tore her ass-flesh as he rammed in up to the hilt. 
Lewdly, his balls bounced against her buttocks as he pumped into her ass 
without mercy. 

She kept her ass-cheeks turning, as she writhed in pain as he continued 
riding up her ass with a savage fury. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yes ... yesss, fuck me, fuck me!" the dark-skinned Indian man 
begged the blonde young stewardess as he went on thrusting into her tight, 
twisting ass-hole. "Ohhh, ahhh, yesss, yesss, fuck, fuuuck!" 

She loved the sensation of his pistoning penis now, for he was developing a 
rhythm, and she was picking up his zestful fucking movements. Pushing back 
to him, she felt him stabbing in her ass-hole, and she got more excited 
every moment. 

As her hips undulated to his insistent cockstabs, he became more aroused 
than ever. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. He thrust his cock all the 
way up her ass-hole. 

It was strange how stimulating it felt to have his penis inserted all the 
way up her behind. And she loved the riding rhythm. She couldn't get enough 
of him now. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh, yes ... yessss!" she finally blurted as she found herself 
almost overcome with the electrical thrills that shot through her body. When 
Nazir reached around and found her vagina, she felt his finger slip inside 
her cuntal crevice, and she loved it. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yessss, yesss, fuck me!" she panted. Nazir knew precisely how 
to keep his fingers flicking back and forth across her lobe bud, as he 
continued stabbing up her ass-hole. 

And then he got his gun off. His powerful penis exploded in her ass-hole. 
Her ass-muscles squeezed the sticky cum from his throbbing, pistoning penis, 
coating her with his cum, providing a slick trail for his driving prick. 

As his fingertips continued flipping in an erotic fashion against her clit, 
she could feel him bringing her to orgasm. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh, ohhhh, I'm cuming, I'm cuming," she cried out in her sexual 
ecstasy. Her hot cuntal juices gushed down her moist inner thigh. And all 
the while she was juicing, Nazir's thick prick was gliding up her tight 
anus. 

Slowly, he eased his cock out of her ass-hole, some of his cum dripping on 
her bare bottom. Pulling his fingers from her snatch, he looked up at her 
with a proud and pleased smile. 

"I guess that ought to take care of you," he told her. 

This bothered Natalie. She wasn't sure what 

Nazir meant by that statement, and as she got to her feet she asked him 
about it. 

"You wanted to be fucked like that," he smiled proudly, going over to his 
large bed and stretching out naked. 

"You did force me," she reminded him. 

Natalie didn't hesitate to pour herself a drink. She wasn't accustomed to 
any man talking to her like this and she was troubled. 

"You'll get used to our customs," Nazir insisted, "as you travel around the 
world you will find we all have our different ways of enjoying sex if you 
know what I mean." 

"I'm finding out," she informed him, "and fast!" 

Natalie didn't have much more to say to him, but Nazir was curious about her 
sexual history and didn't hesitate to ask her quite a few questions 
concerning what she had been doing. 

"How many men have you had on this trip?" 

"Why do you ask?" she demanded. 

"It excites my imagination to have a gorgeous girl talk about the men who 
have screwed her," he explained. 

Natalie didn't hesitate to tell him what she thought of him. 

"I hate to say this," she said bluntly, "but I think you are sick on the 
subject of sex." 

Nazir was outraged to think she would speak to him like that. Rising 
dramatically from the bed he stood before her, his limp penis dangling 
awkwardly between his legs. 

"In my country a woman dares not speak to a man like that!" he boomed, his 
voice becoming vitriolic. "I'm sorry...." 

"You should be," he snapped, "I will get you back to the Taj ... get 
dressed...." 

The change that she observed as he vented his rage indicated to her just how 
little pressure he could take. 

She got dressed quietly and it didn't take her long to let him know the 
feeling was mutual. 

"I'm so glad to learn about your customs," she said, "you were kind to take 
me around the streets of Bombay." 

A few moments later he was driving her back to her hotel and he didn't have 
much to say. 

"I'm really sorry if I offended you," he told her. "I ... I became very 
aroused when I saw you. After all, we don't have many blondes in Bombay." 

"You don't need to apologize," Natalie insisted, "you did what you wanted to 
and I see nothing to apologize about." 

After he let her out of his car, she didn't look back. She walked directly 
past the turbanned doorman into the marble lobby of the Taj Mahal Hotel and 
went over to the elevators after she'd gone to the reception desk to get the 
key to her room. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

It was becoming glaringly apparent to Natalie that she could never continue 
a wild sex life like this for long on her airplane hops around the world. 
She would have to develop the kind of cool whereby she could sort out the 
males she was meeting. Otherwise, she could see what would happen shortly. 
She would become lost in a mire of sexual misadventures and she couldn't let 
this happen. 

The next stop after Bombay was Hong Kong. She had heard so much about the 
beautiful city of Hong Kong that she looked forward to seeing the 
spectacular harbor view from atop a mountain peak. 

The very next day she was at the Bombay airport bright and early to prepare 
for the next flight. 

Going through customs was always a bore but it didn't take her long this day 
as she managed to open her luggage quickly for the inspectors to check 
everything out. When she got on the plane, she went to work immediately, 
seeing to it that the drinks, and hot food containers were all in good order 
for the flight. 

The time sped by swiftly. There was one stop at the Bangkok airport and then 
she was there. She was excited and pleased over the fact Hong Kong lived up 
to her dreams. But it had been a very long hop and she was completely 
exhausted. 

Once they had gone through customs, Natalie checked into the Hong Kong Bay 
Hotel. It was right on the bay and the huge window in her large bedroom 
afforded a fantastic view of the lights in the bay. She was certain that by 
daylight it would be a superb view and she could hardly wait for daylight. 
But now she was exhausted and needed the rest. And she needed it badly. 

Natalie was grateful she had a three day layover in Hong Kong and took a 
harbor cruise boat so she could go to Repulse Beach. She had heard so much 
about this famous beach she was eager to see it for herself. It turned out 
to be a very beautiful beach in a superb setting. She enjoyed the veranda at 
the Repulse Beach Hotel. Here she got into talking to a young diamond 
merchant by the name of Anthony Liu. 

"But you don't need to call me Anthony," the pleasant looking Chinese man 
informed her, "call me Tony." 

"Alright, Tony," Natalie smiled, "I've fallen in love with Hong Kong. I 
wouldn't mind living here in one of those fabulous mountainside apartments 
with a great bay view." 

Tony smiled appreciatively, "It always makes me very happy when I find 
someone who appreciates the beauty of our fair city." 

"I do," she smiled. 

"Then you must permit me the honor of showing you our most elegant spots in 
Hong Kong tonight. May I have the honor of taking you to dinner. I will show 
you where we have the best Cantonese food in the world." 

"Oh, Tony, I barely know you," she laughed. "I appreciate your generous 
offer ... but ... " 

Tony Liu looked so disappointed by her response that she had to take back 
every word she was saying. 

"Alright, Tony," she finally shrugged, "if it means that much to you I guess 
I could join you for dinner but that is all ... I mean, I don't know the 
customs of your country and I don't want to mislead you if you know what I'm 
talking about." 

Tony responded innocently, his eyes widening in wonder. 

"Dinner ... that is all ... I ask no more than the pleasure of your company 
at dinner. Is there something wrong?" 

Natalie felt as though she had become much too suspicious. She regretted the 
fact she was so suspicious that she almost overturned a chance to meet a 
successful Hong Kong Chinese businessman. Certainly, Tony represented 
dignity, success and good manners. 

"Come along," a woman told Natalie, noticing she was lingering over her 
drink at the veranda overlooking Repulse Harbor, "the ship is ready ... 
everyone is on board but you...." 

Natalie blushed. She felt foolish, having kept anyone waiting while she 
struck up an acquaintance with a new person. 

"Alright," she smiled, "I'm sorry ... Tony I must go. But if you want to 
meet me for dinner tonight around seven at the Hong Kong Bay Hotel ... that 
will be alright ... " 

"Natalie...." Tony called after her, "I still don't know your last name ... 
what is it?" 

"Natalie Winthrop," she replied. 

At Seven that night, Tony Liu was at the front reception desk of the Hong 
Kong Bay Hotel. He asked for the room number of Natalie and the reception 
clerk told him to pick up the house phone and call her. Tony phoned her that 
way, and Natalie wasted no time in meeting him in the lobby. She was 
grateful she'd brought along a shimmery blue formal that went with her 
blonde hair magnificently. 

Tony Liu was wearing a dark suit, white shirt and black tie. He looked very 
formal and dignified. 

"You look lovely tonight," he smiled at Natalie, and this pleased her. 

"Why thank you," she told him, "and I must compliment you on your suit. So 
many American men are casual. It's fun to find someone who appreciates good 
clothes." 

"Hong Kong is famous the world over for its suits," he smiled, "so maybe you 
should thank the Hong Kong tailors, not me." 

Natalie laughed as she followed him out to the curb where his shiny black 
Mercedes was parked and waiting for them. 

"Tonight we'll go to the Mandarin Tower dining room," he smiled 
enthusiastically, "they have such a fantastic view from there and the food 
is Cantonese. Some say it's the world's finest!" 

The idea of going to the Mandarin pleased Natalie. She had read about this 
famous hotel, and even remembered Liz Taylor and Richard Burton enjoyed the 
superb food here. 

That night they dined on Walnut Chow Mein, and other Cantonese gourmet 
delights. After dinner, they went for a ride and Tony was about to take her 
back to her hotel when she asked him where he lived. 

Pointing toward a high-rise apartment building, perched high on a Hong Kong 
mountainside, Natalie couldn't help but marvel. 

"Oh, Tony ... what a view you've got from up there...." 

"It is nice, Natalie," he smiled, "would you like to see it?" 

For a second Natalie hesitated. 

"Of course I would but I wouldn't want you getting any wrong ideas about 
me...." 

Turning, Tony Liu looked at the blonde young American stewardess. The 
hotness he felt building up in his loins, he concealed by his casual, cool 
reply. 

"Why, Natalie," he shook his head, putting on the act, "I don't know what 
you're talking about!" 

"Oh, yes you do," she said, "most men expect a girl will go to bed with them 
if they agree to go up to their apartment." 

"I'm afraid your customs are different from our Chinese customs," Tony said, 
turning the car around. 

"Why are you turning around?" she asked curiously. 

"I was driving in the direction of my apartment," he explained, "and I 
didn't think you would like that!" 

She looked at him and smiled. 

"Forgive me for being so suspicious. This is my first time around the world 
you see. I haven't had the opportunity to become acquainted with Chinese 
customs yet." 

"Then you must become acquainted now," Tony insisted. "We have many 
beautiful customs. Many interesting ways of looking at life!" 

"Please, Tony, I want to see your apartment." 

"Alright," he said agreeably, pleased he had made his point effectively as 
he turned around and headed back up the mountainside road he was taking 
before. They finally drove into the underground garage and Natalie couldn't 
help marvel at the many automobiles parked in tiers. 

"What a lot of cars," she commented. 

They took the elevator to the apartment where Tony Liu resided. When he 
opened the door to his posh apartment, she let out a small squeal of 
delight. 

"Oh, Tony ... what a magnificent view!" 

Natalie almost ran over to the huge picture window which fronted the bay. 
She was eager to see the sparkling lights down below, the beautiful houses 
and apartments that dotted the dark mountainside, and then her attention was 
called to the lights of the ships and boats in the harbor. 

"I've never seen anything like it," she said in awe as Tony Liu turned some 
soft music on for her. 

Coming up behind her now as she stood at the huge picture window he gently 
placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"You are a very beautiful girl," he told her, "very beautiful!" It pleased 
her to hear him say this, and for once she didn't feel fear. Tony was so 
gentle, so refined, she didn't think of him in the same way she had some of 
her other lovers around the world. 

"When I was a little girl," she said quietly, "I saw a technicolor movie 
about Hong Kong. I believe Jerry Lewis acted in it. I loved the lights of 
the city ... but when I see it for myself I realize the movie wasn't able to 
capture the half of it." 

And then she felt Tony Liu's body pressing close to her. 

"Natalie I find you the most beautiful sight in the world. I stand in awe of 
your beauty." 

The young Hong Kong diamond merchant was prepared to tempt her and he didn't 
hesitate to lay it on thick. 

"May I give you a small token of my esteem," he said in a most refined and 
cultured manner as he turned around and went to his desk which stood over 
near the white marble fireplace at the far side of the lush living room. 
Pulling out the right hand desk drawer, he brought out a small box. And then 
he went back to the window where Natalie still stood, frozen by the beauty 
of the spectacular sight of Hong Kong Harbor at night. 

"This is for you," Tony Liu smiled at the blonde stewardess. Glancing at his 
hands where he was holding the box out to her, Natalie looked at him in 
delight. 

"More ... oh, Tony ... this view is enough to last me a lifetime." 

"You've made me so happy tonight," he smiled, "I want to give you something 
to remember me by." 

Timidly, Natalie opened the small golden box, and then she let out a howl of 
delight. 

"A diamond butterfly," she gasped in amazement, "how gorgeous!" It was 
apparent to Tony how impressed she was with the diamond butterfly and this 
pleased him enormously. 

"I thought you'd like this," he smiled, "the beauty of the butterfly is 
captured in dazzling diamonds. But it can never compare to the beauty you 
possess!" 

Natalie couldn't stand it any longer. Tony had been so kind and thoughtful 
she knew he richly deserved a reward. She lovingly wrapped her arms around 
him, embracing him, and kissing him finally full on the lips. Tony wasn't 
surprised. This was a regular routine for him. He had succeeded in making 
the diamond butterfly work wonders on women. 

He didn't hesitate to press his lips back against hers. And then he went a 
step further. He let his tongue slip along her lips. Finally, he pumped his 
tongue inside her mouth. They enjoyed their love duet. 

"Oh, Natalie if I could just see you naked in all your splendor ... just the 
sight of you would be enough...." 

Natalie felt she understood Tony Liu. He was a refined, sensitive man who 
appreciated beauty. This was evidenced by the spectacular beauty of the 
diamond butterfly he had just gifted her with. She could understand how just 
the sight of her naked body would be enough to trigger erotic excitement in 
his body. 

"Oh, Tony, if you want to see my body so badly ... I guess ... I guess there 
wouldn't be anything wrong!" 

Even while she was mouthing the words, she felt guilty. She knew very well 
the sight of her naked body could inflame the passions of the horny Chinese 
diamonds merchant. But he had been so kind, so thoughtful and considerate of 
her, she hated to refuse him anything. 

"Alright ... I could strip ... but it would have to end there. I'm not that 
kind of woman, Tony," she smiled. 

Reassuringly, Tony pressed his lips lovingly on her forehead. "Of course 
you're not," he smiled. 

As she turned away from the window, Tony pulled the drapes behind her. He 
had made his point and he was eager to enjoy her body now. 

She slipped out of her clothes swiftly, and Tony watched as she did so. When 
she was totally nude, he dropped to his knees in a worshipful manner that 
stunned her. 

"What are you doing?" she asked awkwardly. 

Her eyes looked down upon the kneeling Chinese man. Slowly, Tony Liu raised 
his head, his eyes sweeping past her hair-fringed fissure, up past her 
jutting breasts with distended nipples and to her adoring blue eyes, which 
failed to conceal their amazement at his posture. 

"I worship beauty," he explained, clutching her bare naked thighs in a tight 
embrace. 

"Control yourself, Mr. Liu," she shook her head nervously. 

"You can call me Tony," he smiled, letting his lips slide along her cuntal 
lips. And then he let his tongue flip inside her. 

With a grand display of innocence, the young woman pulled away from the 
Chinese diamond merchant's thrusting tongue. 

"What are you doing, Mr. Liu ... control yourself!" 

Looking up at her sheepishly, he apologized. 

"Usually I can worship from afar," he smiled, "but tonight under the spell 
of your cunt I got carried away." 

"Mr. Liu ... you could at least call my vagina a pussy," she complained, 
"cunt isn't a Chinese word!" 

"That's what you think," he smiled, "we have many American tourists. It is 
easy to pick up American slang." 

"A lady refers to her sexual organ as a pussy!" 

"A hot pink pussy?" he teased, trying to convince her to have sex with him. 

Natalie could see that by accepting the dazzling diamond butterfly she had 
opened the floodgates. Now, he wouldn't be satisfied unless he had sex with 
her. 

This puzzled, perplexed and tortured her to the point where she suggested, 
"suppose I give you the diamond butterfly back and put my clothes on." 

"I would never force you to do anything contrary to your desires," Mr. Liu 
smiled weakly up at her. 

As she saw the disappointment flash across his face, she felt sad and 
guilty. There was no other way now to respond. 

"Alright, if it means so much I guess I can let you ... do what you want to 
do...." 

The trim young diamond merchant got to his feet and began undressing. The 
thought of returning the butterfly usually succeeded in getting girls to 
shed their morals, and succumb to his passionate desires. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Natalie slipped over to the bed and waited for the handsome young diamond 
merchant to join her. 

"Be my guest! Please, be my guest!" he smiled as she started looking at the 
large swelling under his fly. "It looks like you have a little animal living 
in your shorts." 

"Pet it," he smiled, "Go ahead and feel of it." 

At this point, Tony got on the bed with her. He lay back and smiled up at 
her. "You can take the little animal out of its nest. They tell me this 
animal-likes fresh air." 

Even though his cock was anxious to jump to freedom, Tony found it much more 
stimulating and arousing to play the game this way. 

Natalie reached down to his crotch and let her hand gently slide over his 
bulging shorts. . 

"Go ahead," he told her, "pull it out ... play with it!" 

Slowly, she slid down Tony's shorts. It wasn't long until she pulled his 
rigid manhood from his confining cotton shorts. Soon, she was letting her 
hand stroke up and down on his throbbing long penis. 

"Doesn't it look good to you?" Tony smiled excitedly, "I want to see you 
suck on my cock! Go ahead and suck on me!" 

When Natalie saw how large it was she could hardly wait to let her mouth 
slip over the entire length of his cock. It didn't take her long before she 
was letting her pink tongue tip slip over the head of his meaty cock. And 
then she was soon permitting Tony to plunge the whole thing in her mouth and 
let her suck. 

"You know how to suck my cock," he told her, a smile sweeping across his 
face. "Just keep sucking on me!" 

Tony could feel her perfect white teeth bite into the skin of his cock. He 
felt it when she closed her jaws around the ridge, just under the thick cap 
of his penis. 

"Suck me, suck me," he panted, reaching out and holding her head down on his 
throbbing manhood. He could hardly wait to send his thick stream of creamy 
white cum into the girl's mouth. He was anxious to fill her face with his 
thick sperm. 

"Ohhh, yess, yesss," he panted, "keep licking me 

 ... suck it off! Suck my cock off!" 

Having Tony's thick prick in her mouth had begun to please her. She could 
agitate his swelling balls with one hand, while she held his firm, thrusting 
cock with the other, restraining him so he wouldn't slide it so far down her 
throat she would choke on his prick. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yess, yesss, suck on me," he begged, "that's the way ... and I 
want you to swallow it!" 

Natalie had his whole fucking penis in her mouth. She liked the tangy taste 
of his cum that was about to explode in her mouth. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, come on ... suck ... suck my prick," he begged eagerly. At this 
point Tony reached out and gripped her head, shoving her down over his meaty 
cockhead. "I want you to eat me," he begged, "ohhh, baby, suck on it ... 
that's how it's done ... up and down ... just like that!" 

Her fingertips played with his balls, and all the while she went on sucking 
on his manhood, determined to bring him off. 

Natalie had plenty of practice at cocksucking now. She had developed a lot 
of style on cock-eating and was proud of her achievement. 

"That's how you do it," he panted, "keep it up!" 

He wanted to make sure that when he did explode she would catch his full 
load in her mouth and keep sucking. 

"I never knew you could suck like this," he gasped, feeling her tongue 
lightly slip into the tip of his cock. He loved having her between his 
thighs. Her hot lips clasped his throbbing penis tightly now, and tears of 
pleasure filled Natalie's eyes. 

It bothered her. She was enjoying it much too much. She was surprised that 
she could ever thrill to having his prick in her mouth like she was now. The 
promise of a mouthful of white, creamy cum excited her. 

He was about ready to explode now. Her lips held him fast. She was anxious 
to catch every delicious drop of his tasty fluid. 

Slowly her lip grip covered the entire head of his throbbing penis. Her 
abrasive tongue slid its way around the conical surface of his cockhead. She 
held his cock still with her hand. And then she went up and down on his 
throbbing rod with newfound determination and zest. 

"Oh, yeah ... suck it good. Milk it!" Tony moaned. His head was tossing back 
and forth. He was trying to hold back. He wanted to make it last. But he was 
nevertheless uncertain as to how long he could keep his sperm from splashing 
down her throat. The white sperm in his balls was boiling hot and heavy, 
ready with the slightest provocation to erupt in her mouth. 

His hips began rocking in time to her sucking. And how Natalie sucked on 
Tony's huge meaty erection. It was almost as if she'd been transformed into 
a milking machine. She was anxious for her feeding, eager to feel his hot 
come shoot down her throat. And Tony well knew that when he finally did 
shoot his load he was going to really cum--flooding her face, sending hot 
jets of delicious cum rushing down her willing throat. He grasped her head, 
shoving her farther down over his huge prick. 

"Eat me ... eat my cock," he demanded, "that's the way ... suck on my prick 
... suck me off ... ohhhh, ahhh, suck ... suck my prick off!" 

Tony's fucking rhythm had built slowly. But as Natalie's hot mouth 
energetically sped up and down his thick shaft, he began pumping it to her 
fast. "Ohhh, ahhh, suck ... suck my prick, suck it off! "he demanded. 
"That's how Natalie ... you're a good cockeater!" 

Up and down, up and down Natalie's head bobbed. Her lips kept a steady seal 
on the surface of his penis. Her tongue flicked at the cock-skin until his 
rich whipped cream almost shot into her waiting and willing mouth. 

"I ... I can't stand it," Tony grunted, thrusting his entire slippery cock 
down the young girl's throat. "Ohhh, ahhh, I'm cuming ... I'm cuming. Eat me 
... eat my cock! Suck it off!" 

His hips continued pumping, as he shot her his wad. 

"Eat it ... eat it ... suck off!" 

His head jerked from side to side as she sucked the cream out of his cock. 
With skill and delight Natalie swallowed all of the thick spurting sperm 
that shot from his cockhead. It hurtled against the back of her throat 
almost making her choke for an obscene moment. 

Once he'd finished unloading his cum in her mouth, his penis returned to its 
normal size. Pulling her mouth off him, she let her tongue trail down to his 
testicles and she licked him there. 

"Slip your tongue back and forth around my ass-crack," Tony smiled. He 
raised himself up, propping his ass-cheeks up on a pillow as she bent over 
and let her slippery tongue slide back and forth around his buttocks. 
Finally, she pumped her tongue up Tony's ass-hole, arousing and stimulating 
him by so doing. 

It excited him to see her jiggling tits. And then he felt her tongue 
invading his tight rectum, and he closed his eyes in erotic ecstasy at this 
special sensation. 

"Ahhh, ohhh, yess, yesss," he blurted, "eat my ass!" 

For a brief second, she kept her tongue plunging up Tony's tight ass-hole 
until he'd become so aroused he was trembling. 

When she caught sight of Tony's cock getting hard again, she was once more 
aroused. Moving forward she pressed her bosom against his throbbing long 
penis. And then she let his huge cock slip between her soft breast flesh. 
She massaged his cock in this manner until he had a huge hard on. 

"Move up," Tony smiled, "let me lick your tits." 

Moving forward, she Swung her bosoms back and forth across his face. He let 
his tongue lash out and lick her here. She was becoming more turned on and 
aroused by the moment. 

"Oh, yes ... yes, "he moaned, enjoying this sensation enormously. 

But what the sexually obsessed stewardess really wanted now was for Tony's 
tongue to slide into her cunt. She moved forward and finally let her hips 
rest on his shoulders as she shoved her juicy cunt in his mouth. 

"Suck on me ... suck my pussy!" 

He looked up at her hair-fringed fissure. Putting her thumbs on her cuntal 
lips, she parted them, displaying her moist pink pussy. Her tongue flipped 
along her juicy cunt as his eyes closed in awe. The taste of the blonde 
young American stewardess's fresh young cunt caused his tongue to sweep 
inside her in a savage sexual ritual. 

"Eat me ... ohhh, ahhh, suck me ... lick my cunt," she cried out anxiously. 
It was all she could do to control herself. She loved the erotic sensation 
of his tongue flipping down there. 

Natalie whimpered as he sucked voraciously on her cunt. Emitting passionate 
sounds, she gasped for air while he sucked hungrily on her torrid pink wet 
twat. The flesh parted, as he let his stiffened tongue surge inside her, on 
a journey to an orgasm. 

"Eat me," she gasped, "eat my cunt! Suck me ... suck my pussy!" The lurid 
animalish frenzy with which the dignified young diamond dealer went at her 
cunt was such a contrast to his normally composed state. 

And then he shoved his middle finger up her tight anal passage. 

"Eat me ... eat me," she groaned. "Ohhh, ahhh, yess ... yessss!" 

Her firm, young blonde hips rocked from side to side in an erotic dance of 
delight as he hungrily kept his thick lips pressed against her parted pussy 
lips. 

The pungent scent of her cunt goaded him on. 

Using his tongue effectively he flipped it back and forth across her erect 
clitoris. And she was so aroused by now, she trembled all over. 

"Eat my juicy cunt," she cried passionately, "lick it lover! Suck on me ... 
that's how you eat pussy!" 

The erotic words came tumbling out of her mouth as his tongue had her so 
completely turned-on. The finger flipping up her ass-hole had her equally 
stimulated. That finger in her ass-hole, seemed to guide her cunt pressing 
on Tony's willing mouth. 

Her sizzling cunt was starting to drip juices. The lewd display of erotic 
desire had her cunt dripping. Tony anxiously lapped her up. He couldn't seem 
to get enough of her. 

And then she gushed in his mouth and he sucked her in, enjoying the 
delicious taste of her twat. Pulling his finger from her cheeky buttocks, he 
gripped them in his full hands and imagined what a pleasure it would be to 
ram his rigid prick up her tight ass-hole. 

"I want to fuck you," he smiled at her, "and fuck you good!" 

"Ohhh, not there," the blonde stewardess protested. "Tony you'd kill me with 
that cock of yours riding up my ass-hole." 

Crude words were flowing freely from her mouth now and she couldn't believe 
the sound of her own voice, using such lurid words. Yet they were the only 
words that seemed to fit perfectly the circumstances of what was happening. 

"I would be gentle," he assured her. But Natalie still wasn't quite so sure. 
"I ... I think you could use my ... my pussy! 

"Of course I could slip it in your cunt," Tony grinned assuredly as he 
prepared to invade her behind. Reaching over, he slowly opened a nightstand 
and pulled out a container of some clear, slippery substance. 

"You won't even feel it," he smiled, "when I use this on my cock!" 

Applying a thick, coating of the lubrication to his penile shaft, he asked 
her to pull on it, and add some more lubrication. 

"Make it a good lube job," he told her. 

Immediately, she decided it might be fun to pull on Tony's slick cock. 
Adding some lubrication to his shaft she began pumping up and down on his 
throbbing penis. Soon, his huge cock was ready to be inserted in her rectum. 
But fear surfaced once more and she looked at him nervously. 

"I ... I don't think I can go through with it," she told him. 

"Of course you can," he insisted. 

Reluctantly, she positioned herself, getting on her hands and knees. She 
felt him behind her, clasping her round ass cheeks. Soon, he was sliding his 
huge prick up her ass-hole, driving in with a forceful jab. 

"Up your ass-hole," he grunted, sending his thick skewering prick right up 
her butt. Being screwed in this forbidden place by his wicked prick did 
frighten her. She felt him surge right up to her tight, puckered anus ring. 
And then he paused momentarily. 

"Relax," he insisted, "you'll like it once I get it shoved up your 
ass-hole!" 

Clasping her bare buttocks, he slowly eased forward, and then she felt the 
tip of his cock driving past the tight anus. The huge cock surged deeper in 
her ass-hole, as he pistoned into her behind. 

"Ohhh, that feels fantastic!" he exclaimed excitedly, "grab it with your 
ass, Natalie ... tighter ... grip my prick in your butt, baby and fuck up a 
storm." 

She could see how much Tony enjoyed sodomizing her ass-hole, as he continued 
stabbing up her behind with vigor and force 

"Fuck," he commanded, "that's the way ... fuck ... fuck fast!" 

Deeper, ever deeper he kept penetrating her ass-hole. 

She felt Tony's balls slap lewdly against her ass-cheeks as he continued 
raving her rectum. And then she came alive. She loved the erotic sensation 
of having his prick riding up her behind. 

"Stick it in me, shove your prick up my ass-hole," she begged, rolling her 
hips back and forth in a strange kind of savage sexual ecstasy. Tony became 
so excited he was prompted to pat her buttocks until they hurt as he became 
rough and slapped her lewdly. 

"Ohhhh, ahhh, I'm almost there ... this is the way I like it best of all ... 
nice and tight!" 

The rubbery grip of her rectum pulled on his penis. He was so excited now he 
could hardly stand it. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried frantically. 

"Ohh, ahhh, yess ... I want it ... every fucking inch ... stick it in me, 
Tony!" 

The Chinese man was pleased. He'd brought the young American girl around 
full-circle. At first she hadn't wanted it at all. Now she was begging for 
it ... she couldn't get enough of his cock and he was filled with burning 
lust to satisfy her. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss. Grind your ass!" 

Sadistically, Tony's hugeness invaded her ass-hole in sodomistic ravishment. 
He couldn't get enough of her. The depravity of the act seemed to arouse his 
passions, inflame his desires, excite his imagination and cause the sperm in 
his balls to boil with lusty, carnal craving. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck meeeee!" 

"It'll be a pleasure," the Chinese sodomist grunted, rutting up the young 
blonde girl's tortured ass-hole all the way. Reaching underneath her, Tony 
fingered her cunt. He let his fingers slide behind the downy curls of her 
crotch. And then he let his fingers slide to her erect clit. She loved this 
arousing sensation in her pussy, and responded with churning hip movements, 
which added a fiery dimension to his fuck. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me," she cried passionately. "Ahhh, ohhh, yess, yess!" 

The thrilling sensation of having his huge prick stabbing up her ass-hole, 
his bloated balls slapping against her bare buttocks, while his finger 
played inside her throbbing cunt, carried her right to the brink of climax. 

"Yes, Tony ... yes," she gasped, "I ... I want it 

ALL!" 

His penis drove in the tight ass-hole, still deeper as he brought himself 
still closer to climax. 

"That's how you do it," he gasped, "just like that! Fuck ... fuck it!" 

With erotic urgency, he stabbed in her twisting ass-hole and then it 
happened. His hot surges of cum splashed up her rectum. 

"Ohhhhh, ahhhhh, I'm cummmmming," Tony blurted excitedly as the hot white 
jets of cum sprayed up her ass-hole. Just keep fucking!" The wild thrills 
that chased through her body now had her completely turned on. She responded 
by letting her ass-muscles seize his sliding stabbing prick and squeeze. 
More sperm spurted up her ass-hole, providing a slick ride for Tony's 
sliding shaft. 

"Ahhhh, ohhhh, yess ... yesss ... just like that!" he moaned in a passion 
filled moment of erotic frenzy. 

The delicious depths of her slick ass-hole had provided the perfect place 
for him to shoot his wad, and she knew how much he enjoyed it. At the same 
time, Tony's fingers were working gingerly inside her cunt. 

"Get me off," she begged, as she felt herself nearing climax. 

It didn't take Tony long to bring the hot young stewardess to a gushing 
climax. A few more finger stabs in her cunt and he heard her crying out in a 
lustful moment of erotic frenzy. 

"Ohhh, ahhhhh, yesssss, yesssss!" and her head rolled from side to side as 
she came. Tony promptly pulled his prick from her behind. And then she 
rolled over, spreading her legs for him. 

The black-haired Chinese businessman got down between her nakedly splayed 
legs to take full advantage of his position He sucked on her cunt until she 
whimpered. The raging genital heat in her loins got her so aroused, she was 
juicing again. His turgid tongue continued stabbing in her pussy as he ate 
her. The taste of her cuntal juices prompted Tony to lift her leg up and 
lick down her inner thigh hungrily-- 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

As Tony finished lapping up the cunt juices on Natalie's inner thighs, her 
body writhed and twisted so much he had difficulty sliding his tongue down 
her leg. 

"Enough," she smiled down at him as he sucked hungrily. 

Finally, he pulled his tongue from the pouting lips of her pussy, and licked 
up to her tits. He massaged one breast while he sucked on the other and then 
finished by Frenching with her. 

Side-glancing at a nearby nightstand clock, Natalie realized she had better 
call a halt to their love-making. 

"I've got an early flight tomorrow," she explained as best she could to the 
virile Chinese man who was still licking at her breast flesh. 

"I ... I must apologize for getting carried away with you," he smiled. 

"That's alright," Natalie said nervously, "but all good things must come to 
an end ... even our wild love-making." 

"Unless you'd like to live in Hong Kong," Tony suggested with a wicked wink. 

"I ... I can't stay here," she laughed, "I do have a job and one I enjoy." 

Tony got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. She joined him in a 
shower and he derived special pleasure from soaping her down in her most 
intimate areas. He slipped the soap in her pussy and smiled up at her. 

"You enjoy sex so much you should get married," Natalie told him. 

"I can't get married," he smiled. 

"Why not?" she asked, as they emerged from the shower. 

"I am already married," he explained. 

That surprised Natalie. She looked at him, dropping the towel, her jaw 
hanging slack. "You mean you are married ... and you want me!" 

Tony picked her towel up for her, tossing it aside and handed her a fresh 
one. 

"Many men who can afford it hire other women," he explained in an almost 
casual manner. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" 

"Oh, nothing," she shook her head in complete disagreement. "But in my 
country marriage vows mean something." 

"Vows are taken to be broken," the Chinese businessman laughed. They both 
dressed and then went downstairs in the underground garage to get in the car 
to drive back to her hotel. Once they had parted, she realized this 
adventure marked the first time she had accepted anything in exchange for 
sex. The diamond butterfly was indeed beautiful, though small, yet it made 
her feel like a whore. At least she had done it for a diamond butterfly she 
thought to herself, and some women will do it for nothing. 

And then it dawned on her that there were a few women who probably did it 
for love, with no strings attached, no gifts, no consideration but their 
emotions at the moment sex rears its ugly head. 

She hastily undressed and went to bed. The next day would be exciting. She 
would be arriving in the tropical paradise of Hawaii, and she could hardly 
wait for that moment. 

Right now, she had so many things that were concerning her mind. She dare 
not think of anything but her work. It was a long, long flight from Hong 
Kong to Honolulu. There would be plenty of time to think about other things 
later. And there would be one fuel stop briefly in Guam. She looked forward 
to seeing Guam as she'd heard so much about it. 

During the few free moments she did have a new stewardess she'd just met in 
Hong Kong told her about the intrigue that was going on in the cockpit of 
the airplane. 

"Captain Mason wants me to come into the cabin but I wouldn't dare," Debbie 
declared. 

"Why not?" Natalie asked innocently. 

"Apparently you don't know Captain Mason like I do," she laughed. 

Just then a passenger interrupted their conversation and Debbie couldn't 
tell her more until two hours later as the plane was approaching Guam for 
the fuel stop. 

"Tell me," Natalie insisted, "I find Captain Mason fascinating. Is he a 
lecherous kind of man?" 

"That's not the word for it," Debbie laughed, "he's a real sex maniac. He 
want me to make it with him while his co-pilot watches." 

Natalie almost choked on the coke she was drinking. It seemed as if 
everywhere she went she was running into people who had lost their moral 
values and it bothered her. 

"That's disgusting," she declared. "You could call that an orgy!" 

"That is what they'd like," she told her frankly. 

Later during the flight, the young Captain Mason told Natalie he wanted to 
see her in the cockpit. 

"Later," she told him, trying to busy herself with tidying up the area where 
the lunches and dinners are stored. But the Captain wouldn't be put off. 
"It's an emergency, young lady," he said sternly. "And I am the Captain of 
the plane ... remember that!" 

"Yes, Captain," Natalie nodded. Following him into the cockpit, he asked her 
some disturbing questions. 

"I hope Debbie hasn't been spreading lies about me," he began, "what did she 
tell you about me." 

"Nothing," she answered, "Nothing at all!" 

When she got into the cockpit, she was pleased to see the other young 
Captain who was there, watching the controls carefully. 

"Captain Turner ... meet the beautiful Natalie Winthrop who is new on the 
around the world flight." 

Young, blonde Natalie smiled at the olive-skinned, muscular young Captain 
Turner who told her, "relax honey ... we have a couple of hours of smooth 
sailing." 

And then Captain Mason surprised her with an obscene suggestion. 

"Just think Natalie we could have an orgy in the cockpit if you want to 
enjoy yourself." 

Natalie shivered as he became so bold. 

"How dare you talk to me like that!" 

"Your Chinese lover in Hong Kong told me you liked his diamond butterfly ... 
get off it, Natalie, you're no virgin." 

Once Natalie was made aware of the fact the Captain knew she had traded a 
wild night of sex with the Hong Kong diamond merchant in exchange for a tiny 
diamond butterfly, she felt guilty. 

"Why don't you bend over?" Captain Mason suggested, "I'd like to sodomize 
you. Tony told me you've got a night tight ass-hole." 

The crude, abrasive talk upset Natalie. Yet there was another side to her 
personality that didn't want to be put down by the demanding young Captain. 

"Maybe I'm a wild, raving sex maniac," Natalie smirked, "perhaps I'm more 
woman than you can handle." 

"That's alright," the young Captain smiled, "you can give Turner a cocksuck 
while I screw your ass-hole." 

Natalie was hardly prepared for such an indecent suggestion, but to her 
complete amazement, Captain Mason was locking the cockpit door and the 
smiling young Captain Turner was slowly unzipping his fly. 

"You're not kidding," she exclaimed in amazement, "you are going to ... to 
fuck me while...." 

"Don't worry, it's been done before," Captain Mason smiled as he pulled down 
his pants, and shorts revealing his huge cock. He stroked his penis a couple 
of times and told Natalie to prime it with her mouth. 

"Get on your knees and suck on it first and then I'll fuck you with it!" 

Turner was pulling out his throbbing cock, revealing a huge hard-on. "When 
you finish blowing him, you can suck on me," he smiled. 

Natalie was fascinated by the prospect of having two men at the same time. 
She knew it would be an exciting erotic experience. Yet, there was a 
hesitation she felt. This was going too far. She couldn't deny all of the 
things she had learned as a young girl in an instant of passionate desire 
and be instantly transformed into a wanton woman. 

"Pull on it," Captain Mason smiled confidently, reaching for her hand and 
placing it on his hugeness. 

The moment she felt her hand gripping his throbbing cock, she wanted to have 
him place it in her mouth. Stroking it a couple of times she saw it get 
larger. 

"On your knees cockeater," he smiled, certain she would obey his command. 

She got on her knees, and pulled his throbbing long cock to her mouth and 
suddenly began sucking. Her cheeks in as she built up a suction in her 
mouth. It did feel good to hold his throbbing long penis in her mouth and 
slowly, silently sucking on him. 

"Play with the balls," Captain Mason told the young blonde stewardess. 
Natalie's fingers reached for his lust-bloated balls. She gently massaged 
them for the horny Captain. At the same time she could see out of the corner 
of her eye that the other young man was pulling on his huge cock. He winked 
at her as she watched him. 

"Don't suck it off," Captain Mason insisted, "just wet it and get it slick 
so I can stick it up your ass-hole. You can suck Captain Turner's prick off 
while I sodomize your ass-hole." 

It was strange how casually Captain Mason could speak of the most depraved 
sexual acts, making them sound decent. 

At the moment Captain Mason felt he was going to get his rocks off, he 
forcefully shoved Natalie from his throbbing penis. 

"Get off my cock, "he demanded, "and bend over!" 

Sliding her mouth from his penis, she did as she was instructed. She bent 
over, and finally was in a position where Captain Mason could sodomize her. 
Even though the idea seemed terrifying, she knew she must follow through. 
Her skirt was flipped up, and her sheer white nylon panties pulled down. The 
horny young Captain let his hands slide over her smooth, round ass-cheeks. 
And then, he parted her buttocks, as he prepared to invade her ass-hole with 
his throbbing long cock. 

She felt his slick, wet cock sliding forward. With a hard, driving cockstab, 
he plunged up her tight rectum. At first, she felt as though she was coming 
apart at the seams. The terrible torture of having all of Mason's manmeat 
sliding up her tight ass-hole was not easy to endure. 

"Relax," he insisted, "and enjoy it!" 

The idea of enjoying anything quite this wild made her angry. She hated what 
was happening, but she had no will to resist when she finally felt his 
thrusting, forceful stabs building in tempo. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, fuck ... fuck it," the smiling young Captain demanded, as he 
revved up his balls and plunged his prick up her ass-hole with all his force 
and might. "That's the way I want it," he gasped, "just like that! fuck me 
... fuck me!" 

By shoving back to meet his plunging penis stabs, she could see it was 
producing waves of erotic pleasure in his entire body. He was trembling with 
passionate feeling as he fucked her intensely. 

The co-pilot, Captain Turner reached for her head, and fitted his manmeat in 
her mouth. 

"Suck on this for awhile," he told her, "that's the way ... just suck on it 
... suck ... suck ... suck it off!" 

"You're the meat in the middle of our sex sandwich, "Captain Mason laughed, 
as he continued thrusting into her tight, tortured ass-hole, his huge, lusty 
balls slapping on her bare behind. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yess ... yesss ... fuck ... fuck it off!" he grunted, rutting 
deeper in her ass-hole with every penetrating thrust of his penis. She was 
enjoying it more now. 

It was strange how this connection, having the young Captain's virile, hard 
cock sliding up her ass-hole aroused her. She couldn't get enough of him. 
She enjoyed the lewd, deep-driving cockstabs, the erotic sound of his 
sweaty, bloated balls banging on her buttocks. 

At the same time, Captain Turner was enjoying getting his cock sucked. She 
let her tongue slide over the tip of his male member, dipping slightly into 
the small slit at the crown of his cock. 

"Yess ... yesss, cocksucker, suck ... suck my prick ... oh, Natalie, baby, 
can you ever suck cock!" 

The young Captain let his head rotate from side to side, as he closed his 
eyes, and she sucked smoothly on his hugeness. It did feel good to have him 
jabbing it in her mouth, his trusty balls bouncing on her chin. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, yesss ... yessss, suck ... suck off!" 

Captain Mason suggested their cocks explode in her at the same time. 

"That would make it twice as exciting," he told her. "I'm almost there ... 
Tell me Turner when you are ready to get your cock off in her mouth. She'd 
enjoy it more if we could make it together ... you shooting her a good load 
of sperm in her mouth, and I'd shoot my wad up her ass-hole." 

The whole idea of getting off at the same instant excited Natalie. She was 
eager to see if they could make it at the same instant. 

When Captain Turner couldn't hold back any longer he didn't hesitate to let 
her know he was there. 

"Ohhh, ahhh, suck ... suck my prick," he panted, "I ... I'm cummmming ... 
Captain Turner held her head down on his cock. He watched as she ate his 
thick creamy cum, lapping it up like an animal. And a second later, Captain 
Mason felt his tingling balls ready to unload in her ass-hole. 

"I'm cummming," he gasped in sexual ecstasy, "Ohhh, ahhh, yess, yesss! Fuck 
it ... fuck ... keep grabbing my pecker with your ass-hole, honey!" 

The blonde young stewardess accommodated the Captain's request. She kept her 
ass muscles seizing his stabbing penis, squeezing the cum out of his cock. 
Captain Mason's huge cock throbbing in her slick ass-hole was easy sliding 
now. He pumped it in her butt a couple more times, while she continued 
sucking on the other young Captain's cock. 

Finally, easing her mouth from Captain Turner's penis, she felt the other 
young Captain withdrawing his hard, throbbing cock from her behind. 

Slipping her white nylon panties back on, she threw her skirt back and got 
to her feet. 

"Will that be all?" she said with heavy sarcasm. 

"Could always eat your pussy if you wanted me too," Captain Mason smiled, 
opening his mouth and wiggling his tongue. 

Natalie laughed as she told him, "Thanks, but no thanks! I've got to get 
back to the people on the plane. Time to serve dinner!" 

She turned around, and hastily went back to her post to fulfill her various 
duties as the stewardess. 

When she arrived in Honolulu she didn't want to disembark with Captain 
Mason, but he was right beside her, asking anxiously, "Is this your first 
trip to Honolulu?" 

"Why, yes it is now that you mention it," she told him. 

"Remarkable," he told her hastily, "you are so lucky to have me as your 
personal guide to show you around!" 

Captain Mason insisted, "You'll love all the sights I can show you. I know 
the most remote moonlit beaches where everybody goes around in the buff." 

"I'm not a nudist," Natalie insisted as she relented and joined him in his 
taxi to downtown Honolulu where she was staying at the pink stucco Royal 
Hawaiian Hotel right on the beach at Waikiki. 

All the way into town, Captain Mason was trying to seduce her. "A young girl 
like you on your own can get into a lot of trouble. That's why I want to 
help you!" 

"Look, Captain," the blonde stewardess shook her head, "you are panting ... 
why don't you relax and turn-on with some native girl doing a horny hula." 

"Not a bad idea," he finally snapped, "some stewardesses I know don't 
appreciate good sex." 

"I'm no virgin," Natalie admitted frankly, "but 

I'm no sex freak either. I get the idea you and Captain Turner like to find 
a girl and try everything. That's not my idea of a good time!" 

"You enjoyed being the meat in the middle of our little sex sandwich scene 
in the cockpit, didn't you?" 

This was a question that was very difficult for Natalie to answer. She knew 
very well just how much she had enjoyed the sex sandwich episode with the 
two young Captains, and this haunted her. Maybe she could make it on the 
Vegas hooker circuit in a big way. Her own carnal appetites indicated just 
how hooked she was on sex. 

Finally, she admitted candidly, "yes ... it was fun. But it was also the 
wrong thing to do. "I know that!" 

"How can you be so sure it's wrong to enjoy an orgy?" 

She thought about that question a long moment, and then replied, "Sex should 
be a one on one experience!" 

That answer supplied Captain Turner with just the words he needed. He didn't 
hesitate to tell her, "alright, if that's the way you want to play, let's 
make it one on one!" 

It pleased her to be able to swing him around to her way of thinking. When 
she found the young Captain wanted to take her out in a sailboat, she 
agreed. But, she told him, "first I've got to rest up. I'm exhausted from 
the long flight!" 

"And the wild fuck," he smiled. "But if I know you Natalie, you'll be ready 
to swing again tomorrow night." 

"You know you're right," she smiled, as they finally pulled up to the pink 
stucco hotel right on the beach. 


THE END
