Flight to Chicago

[kittykateater]

Joe

We had spent the night playing Santa teaching naughty littlle Angelique a, umm, HARD lesson, and this morning she was a VERY good girl indded.

"Oh, Saaaaaaanta!" Angelique wailed, as I once more emptied the contents of my balls deep into her ass, for the umpteenth time this morning.

That's when I noticed the alarm clock on the nightstand table. 8:00 AM.

"DAMN you and your insatiable, cock-hungry ass!" I exclaimed. "Our plane for New York leaves in two hours. We're gonna be LATE!"

"ME!" she laughed, casting a seductive, sultry look back at me over her shoulder. "In case you hadn't noticed, that thick, throbbing cock of yours STILL hasn't exited my ass yet! And you call ME insatiable!"

It took every ounce of my willpower, and then some, to raise my body up off of her and to slowly, reluctantly withdrew my massive hard-on from deep inside her come-filled anus. If I'd had my druthers, my cock would have NEVER left the sweet comfort of her soft, round, gorgeous ass. But tomorrow was The Donald's private lingerie show in New York, and we still had to shower, dress, pack, drive to the airport, get through security, and board our plane, all in less than two hours.

Once in the shower, we hurriedly soaped each other but good. She squealed in delight when my soapy fingers playfully pinched her hard nipples. I groaned when she slipped a soapy washcloth into her palm and jacked me off with it. She softly moaned as I insrted two soaped-up fingers into her come-slickened snatch.

It was a very hot day, so I dressed only in beige shorts (not even my usual boxers underneath), brown sandals, and a light-blue T-shirt. Angelique slipped into a luminiscent lime-green bikini top, and slipped a sheer white sleeveless blouse over it. She didn't even bother buttoning the bottom button of her blouse, as she usually does, wearing it open to show off her teeny-tiny, radiant green bikini top, her plunging cleavage, and the full round orbs that were practically spilling free of her top. From the sides, her sleeveless blouse showed off EVERYTHING, and I do mean everything, even a little bit of her bare nipple was visible from that side angle. Her micro-miniskirt was a red and black plaid design, like Catholic school girls wear, but no high school girl was ever NEARLY as sexy as my fiance. Her red, red toenails shone through her sexy silver sandals. Every part of her looked hot enough to melt an igloo at the North Pole, and she knew it.

As we drove to the airport, we excitedly discussed and planned the details of the private lingerie show we would be holding for Donald at his Trump Towers hotel tomorrow. Trump himself had been pressuring Angelique to model lingerie for him and his buddies at the show.

"You SHOULD," I grinned. "You always look amazing in a black peekaboo bra, black crotchless panties, balck garter belt, and black fishnets."

"You just want to rub Donald's nose in it!" she giggled in that delightful merry way of hers, her deep green eyes gleaming and sparkling as she gazed lovingly into my eyes. "That I turned HIM down to marry YOU!"

"Damned right!" I laughed, tenderly squeezing her hand and leaning in to give her a very hot, hungry kiss, which she cheerfully returned. "I'd LOVE to see Donald's reaction to seeing you in lingerie, knowing I have your love and lust and he doesn't. I know I shouldn't be so competive, but it is my nature as a sales manager."

"I'll model," sh whispered, slipping her tongue into my mouth. "Only if YOU model men's boxers and G-strings, so the other models and the other sales girls can see what I get to enjoy EVERY night, that THEY will never have! As a buyer, I'm JUST as competive as you are, sweetie!"

"WE are SO lucky to have found each other," we sang out in unison, and then laughed at the coincidence of saying the exact same thing at the same time. "We think a LOT alike!" we both said in unison, causing us both to laugh yet again.

Once on the plane, Angelique spread a blanket across both our laps.

"We met on a plane just like this one," I reminisced fondly.

"Yeah," she agreed, gazing so affectionately into my eyes. She slipped her arm under the blanket and her hand down the front of my pants. "Too bad we didn't know each other well enough that day, to join the mile-high club." With that , she gave my cock a gentle, loving, but very insistent squeeze.

"We can remedy that today," I laughed. "And both earn our membership card. I'll indocrinate YOU into the club today, if you'll indocrinate ME!""

"Mmmm," she purred, "Id like that! No, no , I'd LOVE that!"

I squeezed her hand, stood up, headed to the back of the plane, and whispered, "Join me in the restroom in two minutes, darling."

Angelique turned around and watched me over the back of her seat, making careful note of which rest room I entered, and counting off the seconds to two minutes. When she was sure nobody would notice, she followed me. She slipped into the restroom, and I quickly locked the door.

I knelt down and extended my arms in front of me, like the blades of a forklift. With a giggle, she hopped up sideways across my arms. I straightened up and gently set her on the metalic sink.

"That's COLD!" she gigled.

"Don't worry, my love," I smiled mischievously. "I'll warm you up!" I lifted her Catholic scholl girl miniskirt. To my utter delight, but not at all to my surprise, she wore no panties.

I knelt down between those sexy, shapely legs of hers that dangled so invitingly over the edge of the cold metallic sink.

"So," I grinned "what would you like me to heat you up with FIRST, honey? My fingers, my tongue, or my already achingly-hard dick. It's entirely YOUR choice now, my pet."

 

[landiek]

We rushed about the room and I was thankful that I had the foresight to have our bags prepacked. Which he was shocked to have that task out of the way. I giggled as he sighed in relief when he opened the packed suitcase and seeing that his tux was already folded neatly inside.

He headed to the bathroom and I winked as I looked forward to helping in the shower. Once in the shower, we hurriedly soaped each other but good. I squealed in delight when his soapy fingers playfully pinched my hard nipples. He groaned when I slipped a soapy washcloth into my palm and jacked him off with it. I softly moaned as Joe inserted two soaped-up fingers into my come-slickened snatch. Mu cuntal muscles gripped hard on them as I moaned loudly.. "Ohhhh Joe... mmmmmmm...yesssss"

It was a very hot day, so I dressed only in beige shorts (not even my usual boxers underneath), brown sandals, and a light-blue T-shirt. Angelique slipped into a luminiscent lime-green bikini top, and slipped a sheer white sleeveless blouse over it. She didn't even bother buttoning the bottom button of her blouse, as she usually does, wearing it open to show off her teeny-tiny, radiant green bikini top, her plunging cleavage, and the full round orbs that were practically spilling free of her top. From the sides, her sleeveless blouse showed off EVERYTHING, and I do mean everything, even a little bit of her bare nipple was visible from that side angle. Her micro-miniskirt was a red and black plaid design, like Catholic school girls wear, but no high school girl was ever NEARLY as sexy as my fiance. Her red, red toenails shone through her sexy silver sandals. Every part of her looked hot enough to melt an igloo at the North Pole, and she knew it.

Joe kept insisting that I model the clothes and I turned around and gave him a compromise.. "I'll model," I whispered, slipping my tongue into his mouth. "Only if YOU model men's boxers and G-strings, so the other models and the other sales girls can see what I get to enjoy EVERY night, that THEY will never have! As a buyer, I'm JUST as competive as you are, sweetie!"

"WE are SO lucky to have found each other," we sang out in unison, and then laughed at the coincidence of saying the exact same thing at the same time. "We think a LOT alike!" we both said in unison, causing us both to laugh yet again. It was something nice that I had found my lifemate and I was happiest when we were together.

On the plane we had decided to join the mile high club and after slipping into the bathroom after Joe I was helped up on the sink and shifted so that my pussy was very accomodating for anything that might happen.

"That's COLD!" I giggled

"Don't worry, my love,"He smiled mischievously. "I'll warm you up!" He lifted the Catholic school girl miniskirt."So," He grinned "what would you like me to heat you up with FIRST, honey? My fingers, my tongue, or my already achingly-hard dick. It's entirely YOUR choice now, my pet."

I reached out and fondled that hardening cock of his and smiled like he had to ask. I loved all of Joe and every thing about him made me feel heavenly. "It's the fucking that indocrinates us so lets start there, My sexy lover."

Joe grinned and squirmed himself closer and before I knew it his cock was nestled deeply into my cunt and I was on fire. "Ohhh Angelique, you're so tight... " He groaned as his hips jerked back and forth.

I knew that was true, I strived hard to keep my shape and that included keeping my muscles well toned, cuntal ones too. I flexed my hips as Joe slipped deeper into my sopping channel. The slapping noises that our groins made was adding to the thrill of the evergrowing possibility that we could get caught.

"OH JOE!" I cried out as I felt his cock pass the cervix. I felt on fire and started to buck against him, harder and faster. I felt the jerk and the muscles tighten as the first wave of my juices started to coat his cock. I grabbed his shoulders and bucked to him with more fevour. I was out of control from desire and wanting his jism to fill me to bursting.

An elderly man had stepped back and was using the other bathroom, he listened to me beg for Joe to go on...

"Ohhhh yessss... fuck me hard...ohhhh Joe.. fuck me ... Oh God, baby.... oh God... yesss... I'm Cumming ... My Love..... I'M CUMMING!" I shrieked as I arched my back and pushed myself to him as the undulating muscles jerked and the truth flooded over us. I was panting as I looked into his eyes that had the look of bliss just as his Hot cream came flooding into me once more. We kissed passionately until the knock came to the door.

The elderly man was at the door, "Excuse me youngens.. we land in fifteen minutes.. you might want to get back to your seats."

 

[kittykateater]

It was with the greatest reluctance that Angelique and I stopped fucking each other mercilessly atop the cold bathroom sink, and returned to our seats.

The flight attendant winked at us knowingly and smiled, "Welcome to the Mile High Club. Looks like you got yourself an, umm, outstanding one there to initiate you, miss!" I wasn't sure what she meant, until I glanced down and noticed a long, thick ridge running up the front of my trousers. In my haste to return to my seat before landing, I had forgotten to close the clasp above my zipper, and the winking eye of my trouser snake was indeed "out-standing"...that is, standing out, as in quite prominently visible above the top of my fly.

As I embarrassedly hitched my trousers closed, Angelique's angelic face lit up in a huge smile. "Thank you! He's VERY tasty, no matter WHICH set of my lips he slips past! And best of all, he's all MINE!" Somewhere in there I sensed an unspoken "Back off, bitch!" directed at the sweetly-smiling Barbie-look-alike flight attendant.

We sat down and buckled our seat belts. With a mischievous glint in her sparkling green eyes, my fiance spread the blanket across both our laps again. Our hands nearly collided under the blanket, as she reached down the front of my pants and encircled my thick, throbbing love missile, while I reached up her tiny miniskirt and slid two fingers into her tight, moist crevice. And as the plane descended toward the runway, my cock ascended in her fist, and her clit stiffened and arose against my swirling, massaging thumb, while we French-kissed with wild abandon, not caring who saw us. We stayed like that--fingers exploring between each other's thighs under the blanket, tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouth and throat-- right up until the very moment when we taxied up to the airport terminal. What a PERFECT way to arrive in the Big Apple, for Donald Trump's private lingerie party tomorrow!

 

[landiek]

It was kind of funny that the blanket moved just as the plane reached the terminal and the flight attendent got a good look at my Joe's quivering cock. I made the suggestion that we find a quick room to finish our lusts to the max. Joe nodded in agreement as we straigthened our clothes to unboard.

Once in the terminal I located a bathroom that seemed to be hardly used and slipped within with my Joe. Kneeling before him and taking his still hard cock from the trousers and start to suck on it. Joe rested his hand on my head as I started to bob up and down over the shaft, letting my teeth rake over his sensative skin which causes his cock to jerk and swell in my mouth

"Oh baby.." Joe groaned as I quickened the pace and used my oral arts to fuck his cock as it banged the euthula in the back of my throat.. I quickly swallowed just as Joe's cock starting throbbing and hot jism spewed from his slit.

We got things under control and snuck out of the pilot's bathroom with a smirk. No wonder it seemed hardly used!

After picking up our luggage I walked to the main doors just to find Donald waiting for us with a limo. Donald strolled up and grabbed my bag then handed it to the driver. "So Glad that you two could finally make it. I was under the impression that you might get stalled because of a quiting."

Oh Donald was well informed on my comings and goings which was another reason that I kept turning down his proposals. I liked my freedom and my ability to go and do my job not be tailed by one of his lackeys. I would lose my identity as Donald's wife and that wasn't the life for me. "Only a small diversion and we were able to resolve things over the phone."

Joe walked up beside me and gave me a very deep wet kiss and Donald seemed very disturbed and quickly shuffled us to the limo. The conversation was centered on the fashion show and Donald took great pride in revealing that it was going well and that the seating was sold out already.

"That's good. I was wondering if I would be able to take advantage of the sewing staff while I am here" I tickled Joe's ear as I looked lovingly into his eyes. "I have a design in mind from some samples I received. Something that I will personally wear as will Joe."

Donald sat up and stared." Joe is going to model too?"

"yep, that was our bargain. I'd model if he does."

 

[kittykateater]

Joe

At a different time, and under different circumstances, our Barbie doll look-alike flight attendant staring at my exposed and swoillen love rod, and hungrily licking her lips, might have been very welcome. Where the hell was SHE when I was single and crying out in anguish through so many lonely nights in a cold, empty bed? She was a day late and a dollar short now. Now that I have already found my one true heart-mate and soul-mate, Barbie and her salacious licking were as much an annoyance to me as she clearly was to Angelique. Yet something in my beloved's Cheshire-cat grin told me she was very proud that she has all to herself, what other women (like our flight attendant) want and can NEVER have!

Seeing how this Barbie's mouth lusted for a taste, a lick and a suck, of my long, thick cock that became exposed when our blanket rustled off our laps, seemed to make Angelique's mouth water for another taste of me now, too. My fiance quickly hustled me off to the private pilot bathroom in the airport. It was very elegantly appointed, even to having a carpeted floor, so my lover did not have to sink to her knees on a cold tile floor in order to voraciously suck down my thick, throbbing hard-on in her cock-starved throat. She gulped and swallowed, swallowed and gulped, and then sucked me still more. I thought I would NEVER stop coming...and that she would never LET me stop! Even as my come poured out the sides of her mouth and streamed down her chin, as if her mouth simply could not HOLD any more of my come, even THEN she just kept her cheeks hollowed, sucking powerfully and hungrily. And I just kept blasting my man-milk straight down her throat, as she moaned and I groaned ceaselessly.

But it was long past time for us to catch our ride in front of the airport, so we finally did have to stop now.

The Donald himself awaited us in the back seat of his chauffeured limo.

"So glad that you two could finally make it," he greeted us both with a warm, if somewhat phoy, smile of welcome. "I was under the impression that you might get stalled because of a quitting."

"Only a small diversion," Angelique laughed in that endearingly merry way of hers, "and we were able to resolve things over the phone." As her mouth opened in laughter, I noticed a small white dribble off my come streaming down her chin. I tried to signal to her by licking my lips, that she needed to wipe her mouth. She gazed right through my eyes, deep into my soul, and licked her lips back at me. She dropped her gaze to focus on my lap, and she licked her lips even more suggestively. Which caused a second rivulet of my come to dribble out the corner of her lips and onto her chin.

She seemed oblivious to the come on her face, and was not at all reading my signals, which was unusual, as we were usually so in sync with each another.

I shrugged and thought to myself, "It's only a matter of time before Donald notices. And then he will know for certain that, despite all of his wealth and power, he will NEVER stand a chance of winning over Angelique for himself."

That's when it dawned on me. Angelique knew damned good and well that the lower half of her face was now smeared in my love juices. She was wearing my come proudly, a badge of honor, a symbol of our deeply-committed love and unquenchable lust for each other. A symbol that she had given herself freely, body and soul, to me in preference to Donald. I had never been prouder of my girl than at this moment, never more sure of our eternal and undying love for each other, never more confident that ours would be a one-in-a-billion marriage, a union of hearts, minds, bodies, and souls to last beyond the end of all eternity.

And then she told Donald of our agreement that she and I would both model at his private lingerie show. He seemed delighted that he would see Angelique nearly naked, but he was obviously upset that I was to model, too.

As our limo wound its way through Manmhattan's traffic-clogged streets, my sweet and luscious Angelique sketched out for Donald, a G-string of very loose woven mesh in the front, through which absolutely EVERYTHING would be visible. "This is what I need to borrow some machines and materials from you, to make."

"Which of you will wear THAT?" Donald wanted to know, quite insistently.

"BOTH of us!" Angelique smiled and giggled. "I want the whole world to see the sexy man I'm getting! And to know he is mine, every inch mine all mine!" She then sketched a thick, hard cock protruding out of the G-string and well past my navel. She captured my mahood in great detail, entirely from memory. "All TEN inches, all MINE!" she smiled, licking her lips hungrily.

Donald Trump let out a long, low, appreciative whistle. "TEN inches, did you say? No WONDER you're marrying him in preference to me! I bow to your superior manhood, Joe! If what she says is true, I am in AWE of you, Joe!"

"Oh, it's ALL true!" Angelique's face beamed, her eyes sparkling dreamily as she closed her eyes and softly moaned, remembering the many, many times I had stuffed and overfilled her mouth, her throat, her tightly-grasping hot wet pussy, and her luscious round ass. "That's NOT the reason I'm marrying him, Donald. Joe is so kind, considerate, and loving. Unlike you, Mister Trump, he knows when to give me my space, without my even having to ask him. And he knows when I need to be fucked ALL night long!"

"Which is pretty much EVERY night!" I laughed.

"Oh, Joe, STOP it, you TEASE!" Angelique rolled her eyes. Then she whispered, "But he's right, Donald. Since meeting Joe, I can't stand NOT to be fucked all night, EVERY night. Hios cock has this way of filling my pussy, bursting right through my cervix, and stretching my womb itself."

"He's THAT huge?" Donald whistled again, and when Angelique grinned and nodded, Donald shook my hand and shouted, "Joe, you're the MAN! And you're able to stay hard ALL night, Joe?"

"Uh-HUH!" Angelique cooed dreamily.

"Don't get much SLEEP that way!" I laughed. "But then, who needs sleep when you have all of the love and all of the lust of...ANGELIQUE!"

"Your desires are quite understandable, Angelique," Donald empathisized. "If I had been blessed with a 10-incher like your Joe here, I don't think Ivana would have EVER left my side...or my BED!" he laughed. "She was a world-class nympho, you know." The unspoken half of Donald's comment was "There was no WAY I could leep up with even Ivana. So what the HELL was I thinking, that I stood a PRAYER of keeping up with Angelique, the way Joe evidently does!"

I reached up inside Angelique's micro-miniskirt and lovingly tapped at her pussy 3 or 4 times, unobstructed as usual by any panties. "As is my Angelique here. Yes, a WORLD class nynpho!" I laughed.

"Only when I'm with YOU, Joe!" Angelique giggled. I slipped a finger deep into her moist cavern, and I smiled at Donald as she began a series of soft, purring moans. "See what I mean?" I grinned. "A WORLD class nympho!"

Donald chuckled, and winked knowingly.

Just then, our limo pulled up in front of Trump Towers. I slowly, carefully slid my finger out of my beloved's slick and slippery, tightly-grasping snatch. Donald smiled at the shimmering dewdrop he noticed glistening on my fingertip. "I see what you mean!" he laughed. Then quietly, sincerely, "If I couldn't win sweet Angelique's heart and her hand, Joe," he congratulated me, "I'm glad it was YOU who won her love." There was an unspoken "You're a better man than me" in his congratulations now.

I licked the pearly dewdrop off my finger, and grinned "Mmmm! Quite tasty!" before extending my hand to shake Donald's hand.

As we headeed up in the elevator to our room in the Trump Towers, Angelique glared at me...but in a sweet, not in a seriously angry way. "You just WAIT until I have you alone with our Victoria's Secret models, Joe! When I get to show YOU off. You'll get YOURS for this then, Joe! Oh, yes, I will DEFINITELY get even with you for THIS one!"

I licked at my finger again, and then sucked on it. I could still taste and smell her sexiness on my finger. "Mmmm, GOD but you taste so DELICIOUS, my love!" I groaned.

"What a sweet and loving thing to SAY, Joe," she purred seductively, and I could already feel a stirring in my trousers. "No WONDER I love you SO damned much!" Then with a giggle and a titter, Angelique pushed the Emergency Stop button, and with a lerch and a shudder, the elevator abruptly stopped between floors. She lifted her tiny skirt and giggled. "Since you love the taste of me on your fingers SO much, how would you like to taste my juices right from the source now, my love?"

Although she phrased this as question and an invitation, I could hear the insistent and lusty undertone in her voice, and I knew her well enough by now to know that underneath this request, was an unspoken demand: "EAT me, Joe! NOW!" A demand I was always happy to obey, any time and anywhere...for hers is the sweetest and tastiest of all the juicy pussies in the entire universe!

My unspoken reply was to simply drop to my knees before her, and slither my tongue out of my mouth. Her increasingly-loud moans only served to further encourage my naughtiness now...which was obviously her plan all along!

 

[landiek]

After our two hour elevator delay and very thrilled and ate out pussy stopped spasming, we arrived on the seven floor and went to our room where several gifts were awaiting from guest that would be unable to attend.

We had four days to get the last details of the wedding complete and even Donald offered to help. I grimaced as I was certain that his interests weren't quite for the same reasons that he was insisting. Call it woman's instinct when it comes to adorable ex boyfriends.

I was pleased to find out that Jack and Sally had received my invitation and were staying here at Trump Towers. Sometimes Donald can do things without some sort of recoopment.

I pulled a small scrape of paper from my purse and looked at it.

Ring X
minister for wedding X
a place to hold the wedding X
gown for Angelique X
tux for me X
shoes his X hers
caterer onlined booked X
music X
flowers ordered.. delivered X
announcements X
cake X
witnesses
license
a hairdresser for Angelique
limo service
decorations X
arrangements for family to attend. X
Bethany maid of honor X

"Joe, do you have a best man? I asked my friend Bethany to be mine. And there are a few things yet to finish on the list. Did you plan on getting the license today or tomorrow? I can have my hair done in the Tower Salon." I offered then showed Joe the list. Waiting to see what he wanted to do first as we spent the rest of our day together in New York City.

 

[kittykateater]

We still had a few things to cross off Angelique's wedding checklist today. We had a nice leisurely breakfast, then began our errands.

I figured the marriage license should be our first stop. We arrived at the Mahattan marriage bureau office at 11:58 AM. Due to severe budget cuts, there was only one clerk on duty today, and he was just about to close up for lunch. But Angelique smiled and winked in that bewitching and charming way of hers, and he hastily stamped our application, muttered "congratulations," without an ounce of sincerity in his voice, and placed his "Out to Lunch" sign on his office door.

"Oh, Joe, it's OFFICIAL now!" Angelique gushed happily, grasping our marriage license in her tight littlle hand, a tear of joy streaming out of her eye. I kissed the tear off her cheek, she returned my kiss with her mouth on mine, one thing led to another, and before we knew what had happened, we were hugging tightly, her full round breasts squashing againt my muscular chest, my hardening manhood pressing up against her tight and skimpy shorts right through my trousers, our swirling tongues joyously dancing in each other's mouth. This was by far the most raptturous moment of either of our lives: the state of New York was officially blessing the union of our two souls into one soul, indivisible and unconquerable through all eternity. Were we not in the hallway of a public government-office building, we probably would have fucked each other sensless, just out of pure joy and ecstasy, right then and there. Even in such a public place, it took every ounce of our combined willpower NOT to celebrate our joy in such an intimate way now, in such a public place.

When we finally came up for air from all that hugging and kissing, I asked, "What's next on your list, my darling?"

"Hair stylist?" she asked.

"Can't we use the one at Trump Towers? He's supposed to be the best in all of New York City. And he's so convenient, right in the hotel where we're staying. All the movie stars use him when they stay at the Trump hotel."

"HE?" she fixed her eye upon me quizzically. "Oh, no, no, NO! I always have WOMEN do my hair!"

"Well," I grinned, letting my wrist dangle limply, "With a name like Mister Francis..."

"Gay as they come, eh? Yes, yes, sounds good. Mister Francis can do my hair. What about witnesses?"

"Well, I don't think Donald will agree to be a witness!" I laughed. "Given your past history with him, his jealousy of me for winning you heart, and all that. What about someone from my job at the software company? Or from yours at Victoria's Secret?"

We decided to ask our friends and acquaintances, this one could be resolved later.

Next stop: limo service. Hell, I just earned a $150 million commision on sales of satelliete uplink/downlink hardware and software, we could afford the best damed limo service money can buy. I could afford to buy the whole damned limo company if she wanted me to, but she assured me that this would not be necessary, just get us a nice and elegant limo. I agreed to take care of that, and to let her buy her shoes for the wedding. Then we would meet back at Trump Towers to attend Donald's private lingerie show this evening. And to model for the show...BOTH of us!

 

[landiek]

Resolving the three items and I looked at this list. "Oh my.. shoes! I forgot about picking up shoes from home!"

Joe just laughed as he suggested a bridal shoppe while he took care of the limo service. They were thrilled to do his bidding after he flashed a wad of bills in the managers face. Money talks.. we had our limo.

Stopping at David's Bridal was perfect as I had the exact shoes that I had in mind. I loved the way they fit and looked. I blew kisses at my reflection as I showed them off. I walked over and paid for them with the cash that Joe left me.

We met back at the Towers as planned and I had already gotten busy on those designs for Joe and I to wear this evening. All I needed to do now was take some last second measurements and adjust the waistline for Joe.

We spent the afternoon in the company of invited guests at the banquet in the dining room. I was thrilled to meet more possible contacts for Joe. Donald had gone all out to invite his socail cronies. That just suited me well as I learned little tidbits from each person I met and made mental notes which were good leads. Had I been too selfish I would have refused to let Joe talk with Tony Frank. Frank was another local celebrity that was money. In his case he was born in it and was a private collecter of antiques. Joe managed to win him with knowlegde and facts. As the numbers were speaking for themselves Frank was signing an agreement for 500 programs. Joe was beaming as Frank signed the contract. I teased him as we went back to our room. "Just promise no business on our wedding day, okay."

 

[kittykateater]

Joe

Angelique bought the perfect shoes for our wedding, that complimented her sexiness to the utmost. They really showed off her cute, delicate, sexy feet and long, shapely legs to their very best advantage.

She then used her feminine wiles and considerable charm to help me land a contract for 500 software licenses, with a local wealthy antiques collector.

Back in our room, as we modeled for each other in the the sexy new lingerie she had created for usto wear at Donald's private show tonight, Angelique told me "Just promise no business on our wedding day, okay." Despite her sexy giggling, I knew she was deadly serious about that.

I tossed my arms around her, held her tight and kissed her mouth very hard, very passionately. "The only business I want to be in, is the same business I've taken an interest in from the very first moment our eyes might on that fateful Flight to Chicago, my darling. I am, and always will be, in the business of seeing to the constant and eternal pleasure of your beautiful, sweet, tasty little pussy, my dear! 'It's my duty to polease that booty!' And if you think I've been doing that job very well so far, well, you just WAIT until our wedding night!" I smiled mischievously, letting her know I was schemng something, but not telling her what. I was kind of hoping that she would now turn all of her considerable charms and seductive skills on me, to trying to find out my secret plan for our wedding night.

 

[landiek]

"Ohhhh come on, Baby.. tell me!" I hated to be teased and patience to open gifts was a downfall of mine as well. I reached up and started to fondle his balls hoping to get a quick revelation.

I was ready to strip down to nothing for the answer too.

 

[kittykateater]

Joe

I know my Angelique well. I suspected she would throw every one of her considerable arsenal of sexy skills my way, to try to wheedle my secret wedding-night plans out of me. And sure enough, she tried everything.

"I'm ready to strip down to nothing for the answer," she whispered huskily, throatily, seductively, her teasing tongue flitting and flickering inside my ear.

"And I'm ready to HELP you strip," I grinned, unbuttoning her blouse. We only had two hours until Donald's party. Not enough time for our usual 4-6 hour marathon of sexual escapades that start with mutual masturbation and end by me mercilessly fucking the hell out of her every orifice. No, not time for all of that right now. But time enough for a quick roll around the King Size bed.

She moved her kisses from my ear down to the side of my neck, damned near raising a hickey that could have given me trouble modeling nothing but G-strings, for the ladies attending Trump's private party. I retaliated by nibbling her big, beautiful nipples into hardness.

She upped the stakes by opening her lips and slipping my hard-on past her teeth and across the roof of her mouth. But still I would not reveal my secret to her. Instead, I simply turned myself around, turning her voracious cock-sucking into a sizzling hot 69 that soon had her shaking and moaning. And still she didn't know my secret. But by this point she was too damned ecstatically happy to care about my secret any more.

After she had come in my mouth 10 or 12 times, and I had pumped down her throat 6 or 8 times, she helped me into my sheer black fishnet G-string, and I helped her into her pekaboo bra and crotchless panties. I slipped a tiny black cocktail dress over her sexy lingerie, and she put me into a nice blue-and-white striped Oxford button-down shirt, accidentally-on-purpose "forgetting" to put pants on me. My short almost but not quite hide my sheer mesh G-string, and what was very visible underneath.

And hand in hand, we took the elevator up to Donald Trump's private penthouse suite at the top of his Trump Towers hotel.

As we entered the room, all the hottest Victoria's Secret models were already there, from Heidi Klum and Naomi Campbell to Angela Everhart. Even Beyonce and Little Kim were there, wearing almost nothing. But as we entered, all male eyes turned to my sweet Angelique, whose exquisite face and curvaceous figure put all the others to shame. And not to boast or anything, but all female eyes quickly riveted on the loose mesh G-string that Angelique had designed and I was wearing. And somehow I don't think it was the FABRIC that they were admiring!

Angelique noticed where all female eyes were looking...straight between my legs. I figured she'd be jealous. But she surprised me. Rubbing her body all over me, she slowly unbuttoned my shirt while purring and mewing. Her unspoken message to the other women: "Look who I'm marrying! Look at this sexy man all you want, but only I get to touch!"

I slipped her tiny black cocktail dress over Angelique's up-raised arms, and the men were all pushing and shoving, practically tripping all over themselves and each other for a better look at those rock-hard reddish-brown nipples poking through the peekaboo holes in her bra. I knelt down and kissed first her right nipple and then her left, silently yet loudly delivering the message to all the guys: "She's mine. ALL mine!"

Angelique was definitely in her element now, in command of the entire room and loving every moment of it. Eating up how much the men were admiring her, and how much the women were admiring HER man!

 

[landiek]

I smirked as Joe showed me off and made the decision,

"Now ladies and gentlemen if you will, draw attention to our models showing the latest fashion in the lingerie. Today's survey's show that the average woman own's at least ten to twelve items considered lingerie. Heidi is modeling the top selling Mink Teddie, the soft faux fur makes for delightful fun with her lover enjoys the crotchless matching furred undies." I had everyone's attention for the moment as Heidi moved center stage and twirl for the group as they sat on the chairs that Donald had set up for the show in his private suite.

"Kim, showes that silk is still the fashion, as in the icy pink floor length gown that reveals the sheer outline of what is awaiting. This ensemble comes with matching crotchless undies and robe."

"Ladies, don't leave your lover out of the joys of sexy playwear, here my soon-to-be groom is modeling an Angelique original. The black latex overlayed with black mesh fish netting shows off the buns that we hunger to take a bite of and the fruit that hides behind the front. Comfortable enough to be wore under regular clothes as well as the sexy nightwear that it was designed for. Thank you, Joe" I blew him a long kiss.

"Beyonce, is sporting the blush collection babydoll teddy with clips to reveal the lush swell of her bosom just under that pink blush of fabric. Peeking below shows this multi-piece includes matching undies, garters, and white fishnet stockings. Yes this angel was a dream come true."

"Naomi is wearing the leatherwear. This one piece thong teddy brings out the Dom in woman. Be careful when your lover weilds the whip in this outfit. Snaps easily at the crotch so that Mistress can be served readily by the men dropping to thier knees seeing her in this knockout outfut. Also accessories are avialable at some of the larger outlets."

"Angela is showing the Innocent line, the return of the Shirley Temple look. This sheer nylon outfit with open nipples will show the way to heaven. Wouldn't you love to cuddle up with her and her Goodship Lollipop?"

"Now I draw your attentions to me in another Angelique original. Made to please and compliments the outfit modeled by Joe. Who wouldn't love wearing matching silkwear for the one you love as you slip hand in hand to the nearest bed to ignite the fires of passion?"

There was a round of applause as the girls changed and then modeled the other items. I gave breif review of the outfit and before leaving had twenty-six orders and two fashion show bookings. I love my job and I love my Joe. One of the shows was on a hinger, Joe modeled too. I'd have to take that up with him tonight while we show why our outfits were so hot.

 

[kittykateater]

Hedi Klum looked drop-dead gorgeous, as usual, when she modeled her mink-bordered teddy.

Litlle Kim looked ravishing in her pink gown, and even moreso when she revealed the crotchless panties underneath. I think I saw every dick in the room harden, especially Donald Trump's.

And now it was my turn to strut my stuff, in a black mesh man's G-string that my fiance deigned just for me. I heard Angela Everhart gasp, and I watched Heidi hungrily lick her lips. Beyonce let out an "Oh, baby boy you've been on my mind," and I swear I could hear that loud smacking noise that a pussy makes when it is on the verge of coming, emanating from within Little Kim's crotchless panties. All this female attention rivted on my crotch,. made my cock-head start to peek out above the top of my G-string. And I'm not sure who did it, but I definitely heard a loud wolf whistle of appreciation.

Now Beyonce modeled a very short transparent baby-doll top, matched with skimpy panties, garters, and white stockings. She looked hotter than on any of her album covers, and even better than she did in FM and other men's magazines.

Naomi Campbell was dressed as a Dominatrix. She cracked her whip in Trump's direction, and I heard The Donald himself whisper "I'd love to turn the tables, take Naomi over my knee, and spank HER sweet ass!"

Angela Everhart was dressed like Shirley Temple, complete with an oversized lollipop that she was licking in a most suggestive, and far from innocent, way. Hell, even my cock, promised as it is to Angelique, couldn't help but spring to full attention at her naughty antics.

But when my fiance strlled out on the catwalk, it was as if everyone else in the room simply vanished. POOF! I simply couldn't take my yes off my sweet Angelique, and it was as if nobody else even existed any more!

"Now I draw your attentions to me in another Angelique original. Made to please and compliments the outfit modeled by Joe. Who wouldn't love wearing matching silkwear for the one you love as you slip hand in hand to the nearest bed to ignite the fires of passion?"

I was so proud of my Angelique. Her show had attracted the cream of Jet-Set society, 150 attendees at $200,000 a ticket, all going to breast-cancer research. Better yet, she had twenty-six orders for some of Victoria's Secret's most expensive custom creations, and two fashion show bookings. Again, all for charity.

As we undressed each other for bed, and began kissing our way down each other's bodies, she told me "There's just one catch. One of the shows is for an all-female audience. And they insist that YOU be one of the models."

I thought back to how Heidi, Naomi, Little Kim, Angela, and Beyonmce had been purring over my near nakedness. And how proudly Angelique looked on as the most desirable women on earth wanted, but could not have, the man who takes her to bed each and every night.

I also thought about all the money we would raise for charity.

"Of COURSE I'll do it, baby!" I grinned, peeling off her skimpy panties and trailing my passionate kisses southward from her neck, toward paradise. "But first, we have a weding to attend in just three days...OURS!"

 

[landiek]

As we undressed each other for bed, and began kissing our way down each other's bodies, I told him "There's just one catch. One of the shows is for an all-female audience. And they insist that YOU be one of the models."

"Of COURSE I'll do it, baby!" Joe grinned, peeling off my skimpy panties and trailing his passionate kisses southward from my neck, toward paradise. "But first, we have a wedding to attend in just three days...OURS!"

I giggled and smiled as I glanced at the clock on the dresser behind Joe. "You mean in two days don't you?"

"Two?" Joe looked at me with a quizzical look.

"It's after midnight, " I teased as I blew softly on his head. I teased softly and then started to stroke over the cock that had everyone's attention this evening. I was on top of the world that Joe was all mine and mine alone.

I moaned as he dived into between my thighs and I started to lick over his balls taking his erect flesh into my lips and sucking on that part of him that held me in heavens unimaginiable. "Ohhhh baby... you ....ohhhhhh "

His tongue slid over my clit as he was lapping over my cunt. He knew that his feasting was driving me over the edge. I felt his body shudder as I gave up the juices that he was seeking.

"Ohhhhh Joe... baby.." Squirming on the bed as his tongue drew out the wine. "Fuck me.... oh Baby please..... fill me with your cock.... please" I whimpered under the torrid of licks that was driving me over the edge.

Joe chuckles lightly and I got so wound up that I shoved him back and took matters into my own hands. Shoving him back on the bed and getting on top of what I desperately wanted. Straddling his cock and rocking back and forth to bring him deeper into my tunnel of swollen tenderness. "Now, love.. what are you going to do about filling me with that hot white lava of love?"

 

[kittykateater]

When I told my beloved "we have a wedding to attend in just three days...OURS!" she giggled and smiled. "You mean in two days don't you?"

"Two?" I gazed deeply, inquisitvely into her amazing green eyes.

"It's after midnight, " she teased. Then she softly blew a rush of her warm breath over my helmet-shapped cock-head. She teased softly and then started to stroke over the cock that had everyone's attention earlier this evening. She told me that she felt like she was on top of the world, because every female eye at Donald Trump's private lingerie show had been riveted on what had been so very visible through the mesh G-string she designed for me, but I am hers and hers alone. Her sweet comment made me quite literally SWELL with pride!

She moaned as her angelic face devilishly dove between my thighs, and she started to lick over my balls with an eagerness and a skill that only Angelique posesses. Slowly at first, but then with an ever growing hunger, she took my erect flesh into her lips and sucked on me like she was enjoying the greatest, most sumptuous feast of her life. She looked heavenward, as if crying out to a divine being above, "Ohhhh baby... you ....ohhhhhh!"

Eager to repay her loving treatment of me now, my own tongue slid over her inflamed clit, lapping all over the inside of outside of her luscious cunt: over her opened pussy lips, across her spongy G-spot, alll along her very moist inner walls. I knew that my feasting was driving her over the edge, and I winked at her with a devilish gleam in my eye before sucking her clit up past my lips and teeth, nibbling gently at first, but then chewing and biting her into orgasmic ecstasy. My own body went into the most intense shuddering, just at the very moment that she fed me the divine nectar that my lips and tongue had craved all night.

"Ohhhhh Joe... baby.." She squirmed on the bed, as my tongue drew out her sweet wine. "Fuck me...." she cried, trembling and moaning. "Oh Baby please..... fill me with your cock.... please" she whimpered, a quivering mass of jello under my incesant and insistent torrid of licks that were now driving her over the edge.

I chuckled lightly at her predicamnet, squirming to get free of my relentless passion, yet at the same time shoving her hot, wet pussy ever closer, ever harder, ever faster against my face.

With a gleam in her eyes that bespoke revenge, she shoved me down hard and fast, flat onto my back, and took matters into her own hands. Shoving me back on the bed and getting on top of what she obviously and desperately wanted.

By now my achingly-hard dick was pointing straight up (see photo) toward the very heavens that she was loudly crying out to, with such joy and rapture written on her face. Straddling my cock and rocking back and forth, while sliding herself downward and steadily downward, to bring me deeper and ever deeper into her slick, slippery, warm tunnel of swollen tenderness. My throbbing horniness was waggling side to side, up and down, exploring every nook and cranny deep inside of her now. The more places my hard, throbbing, thrusting cock explored, the tighter she clenched her pussy around my hard-on that pointed staright up into her, the more eagerly and vigorously she rode me into passionate ecstasy, and the louder her moaning grew.

(OOC: This is a pic of me in real life).

 

[kittykateater]

"Now, love.." she cried out, desperatley writhing and squirming atop me, my cock thrust up into her all the way to my balls now. "What are you going to do about filling me with that hot white lava of love?"

No sooner did she ask, then her pussy clamped down so tightly around my cock that I feared she might sever my cock from my balls. Then I felt a gush of pussy juice seep downward and thoroughly coat my cock-head, shaft, and balls. Only then did I mentally give myself permission to answer her question, by injecting her with what seemed like 20 gallons of what she had called my "hot white lava of love." (again, see photo)

"So," she teased, her tight pussy gripping my cock tigheter and tighter, "when are you going to tell me your secret plan for our wedding night."

"On our wedding night, my dear. And not one minute sooner!" I laughed.

Realizing that even all of her considerable sexual charms, wiles, and skills couldn't wheedle my secret out of me, she finally just sighed contentedly, and quietly collapsed face down on top of me now. With me still deeply bured up inside of her, we wrapped our arms and legs around each other, falling into a deep and peaceful sleep, both of us dreaming of the magical day that was now just two days away, when we would forever and irrecovably commit ourselves to each other through all eternity.

(OOC: This is a pic of me in real life).

 

[landiek]

"So," I teased, my tight pussy gripping his cock tighter and tighter, "when are you going to tell me your secret plan for our wedding night."

"On our wedding night, my dear. And not one minute sooner!" Joe laughed.

I decided to let it go and enjoy our sweet afterglow. I felt like I was in heaven and drifting higher and higher. "Joe..." I whispered softly.."Thank you for being on that flight... and for the heaven that you show me everytime we're in each others arms."

Joe smiled, maybe in his own way he was thinking along the same thought, either way we were both winning and love was our grand prize.

Early the next morning I surprised Joe with breakfast in bed, the twist was that breakfast was all over my body including some fruit that he would have to lick after. My eyes sparkled as Joe licked his lips and began to lick the pancake syrup off of my nipples to enjoy the pancakes that were nestled in the valley between my breasts. It was harder to keep from giggling as his lips feasted on each nipple yet it was making me hornier by the licking second. I groaned as my surprise was backfiring on me and I was tettering on the brink of orgasms. But sweet Joe didn't seem to mind too much as he was nipping on a pancake that was sticking to the underside of my breast. "ohhhh baby.."

I had the peaches and cream on my mound and the juicy mix was trailing over the rest of my slit and I felt that I was getting more then Joe at that moment, but he didn't mind as he was lapping away at the fruity dessert with bringing me into another orgasm which I was certain stopped my heart for just a moment as I was moaning from his magical tongue.

After he devoured the pancakes and licked off the syrup he decided that I needed something too. "Spread open those buttery thighs Angelique.. you need to have some keibasa" then he winked.

"Do I get a pair of meatballs with that?" I joked as I moved my legs apart to accomodate that sausage.

"Always," Joe moved so swiftly and it was like feathery and smooth as he sent the keibasa deep into the "oven"

I couldn't take the way that he slid in and out of my velvety passage since he was playing with my clit too. I cried out in sheer delight as he kept plunging deeper and deeper.

Finally we had built up the baking of our love. "Ohhhh Baby!" I wailed in delight... "You're so hot that you're rising in me!"

"Just lovin the oven, my wonderful supply of edible delights" Joe grinned as he pushed harder and deeper. I felt him taunt my g-spot until I was raining hot honey over his cock that plunged deeper still until that tap against flesh.

I arched my back in anticipation as I felt the cervix tighten then yeild and let his rising and throbbing meat into the deep dutch oven.. so to speak. "OHHHH JOE!"

My whole body jerked in delight and I felt that every muscle inside and out clenched for his orgasmic reply!

 

[kittykateater]

Joe

I had never really believed in fate. I always figured you make your own luck in life. I had worked hard to achieve my business successes, and to credit fate for that was to downplay all of my own efforts.

But you cannot engineer having two people meet and fall in love. In love--real, true, deep, and abing love--you do NOT create your own fate.

"Joe..." Angelique whispered softly.."Thank you for being on that flight... and for the heaven that you show me everytime we're in each others arms."

That's when it hit me. We are each other's one and only true soulmates. Yet neither of us had engineered our chance meeting on that flight to Chicago. Fate, or whatever you want to call it, had definitely had a hand in our meeting, as we both now knew we were always destined to do.

We both think so much alike, too. And mostly we have well-matched, deliciously DIRTY minds! Take last night, for example. She climbed up on top of me and vigorously rode her hungry pussy up and down my throbbing, skyward-pointing shaft.

"That's my GIRL!" I grinned. "Who needs to ride in a luxury limo..."

She finished my sentence for me, as we often do with each other. "...when I can ride my man's hard COCK!" she giggled, her giggle dissolving into a series of intense moans as I thrust upward into her while she sank herself downward over me.

See what I mean? We're true soulmates in EVERY way, and it was pure fate that we met on that plane.

And life with her is always an exciting new adveture. Six months ago, I would never have believed that I would be modeling a G-string in front of the world's hottest and sexiest supermodels. And that they would actually be droooling with desire for me! It was more than just my body. Those models could see the way Angelique looks at me with such true love and constant desire. And that I return her love and lust. That intimate connection between Angelique and me is very attractive to other women, and seeing what another woman has with me, made these supermodels all want me all the more intensely. But my heart, my soul, my mind, my love, and especially my lust, all belong to Angelique now. I am hers and hers alone. It is flattering to have Naomi Campbell nibble on my ear and groan, "I WANT you! You make my pussy SO wet and juicy!" And it feels so great to be so in love, that even a supermodel's intense lust for me does not interest me in the least, as long as I have my Angelique's love and lust.

And what an amazing and creative lust my beloved has! This morning, Angelique served us both breakfast in bed...with our own naked bodies as the serving dishes!

I began by licking light, sticky pancake syrup off her nipples, which hardened more and more and more with each and every lick. I wasn't so hungry for a taste of the syrup, as I was for the taste of her flesh underneath. Eagerly licking away at the syrup was just the path to my true goal: licking, sucking, and nibbling at those amazing reddish-brown, pebble-hard nipples of hers. And listening rapturously to her soft cries and moans of pleasure, the sweetest music EVER!

Next I ate pancakes out of the delightfully deep valley of her cleavage. I know my sweet Angelique well enough now to know that her quivering and groaning signalled she was just seconds away from an explosive orgasm. So I left the pancakes half-eaten, and dove for her tasty pussy, eating sweet peaches right out of HER lovely peach. With an intense shudder, she now topped these peaches with her own natural sweet cream, which I hungrily and eagerly licked and sucked out of her trembling body.

"Spread open those buttery thighs Angelique.. you need to have some keilbasa" I winked.

"Do I get a pair of meatballs with that?" she joked, as she moved her legs apart to accomodate my thick sausage. I love the way we can be so playful and silly with each other in the midst of even the most intense sexual passion. Too many people take sex way too seriously, like it is a chore and an obligation instead of fun.

"Always," I laughed, sliding my keilbasa deep into her intensely-hot "oven" while playing with her growing, throbbing, and hardening clit too. She cried out in obvious delight as I kept plunging deeper and deeper.

Finally we had built up the baking of our love. "Ohhhh Baby!" she wailed in delight... "You're so hot that you're rising in me!" she giggled while I laughed uproariously. This was the most fun, I think, I have EVER had eatng breakfast!

"Just lovin the oven, my wonderful supply of edible delights" I grinned, being so intensel;y silly now, as I pushed harder and deeper. I made sure my cock rode high in her juicy slit, so it would slip and slide and taunt its way over her delightfully spongy-textured g-spot. That did it for her, as with another full-body shudder, she began raining hot honey all the way down over my cock that plunged deeper still until that tap against flesh.

She arched her back high-up off the bed in anticipation, and I knew from experience what she wanted now. I thrust even harder, ripping my way right through her cervix. She squealed and moaned and groaned in delight, as her cervix tightened then yeilded, letting my ten inch salami fill up her blazing-hot deep dutch oven. "OHHHH JOE!" she wailed in her intensely passionate lust.

Her whole body jerked in delight, and her every muscle inside and out clenched for my orgasmic reply!

My intense rush began somewhere deep within my balls. Like floodwarters after a heavy rain, the come rose and rose through my shaft, until my balls were empty and my cock was filled with come, ready to crash through the dam of her cervix and flood everything and everywhere.

"COME!" she screamed. "COME, damnit!" My cock throbbed mightily, and then my own dam burst, as thick white cream splattered all over the deepest recesses of her womb now. I shuddered from head to toe. I pushed and thrust myself deeper and still deeper into her, and I only wished I could find a way to honor her groaning plea for me to "Stuff your big, beautiful come-filled balls into me, Joe!"

My cock was still achingly hard and lustfully throbbing. So I slowly slipped myself free of her desperately-grasping pussy. I smeared my hand heavily with the thoroughly-blended mixture of my come and hers that was gushing and pouring out of her pussy now. I then roughly flipped her over on her tummy, and used two come-drenched fingers to thoroughly lubricate her ass.

"Oh, YES, Joe!" she shrieked in delirious desire. "Yes, FUCK my butt, baby!"

She scooted up on all fours, supporting herself on her palms and her knees, and together she and I spread her legs apart. My hands cupped her ass cheeks and opened them wide. She reached around behind her, her hand encircling my hard-on, and she lovingly guided me directly into her well-lubed anus. "FUCK me ass!" she wailed joyously, ecstatically, as I plunged into her in one swift move, until my balls were slapping against her ass.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, her whole body shuddering again, as her come endlessly streamed out of her pussy and puddled down onto the sheets. I pulled back out of her luscious butt, retreating all the way to my cock-head. Then, my hands kneading and massaging her bare ass cheeks, I drove myself powerfully, forcefully, deeply back into her ass, explosively emptying the contents of my balls into her back door, as I plunged deeper and deeper into her luscious round booty.

"I always have the best sex of my whole LIFE when I'm with you. Joe!" Angelique moaned.

"You ain't seen NOTHING yet, baby!" I laughed, smiling mysteriously and mischievously. "Just you WAIT! Only two more nights!" Still refusing to let her know what I had planned, keeping her guessing and anticipating to the very last moment.

 

[landiek]

The surprise didn't matter right then as he plunged into my bowels and I whimpered in delight. The friction was intense and soon I was boiling over from lust. I was shouting louder and bucking back to his thighs.. "OHHHH YESSS... FUCK MY ASS....OHHH BABY.... AHHHHHH"

Joe's cock was throbbing harder as I felt my body crackle as jolts of energy serged between us. I went crazy over his cock and began to strain to push my body to the limits. Needing to feel his cock so deeply within me that I would burst at the seams.

Joe's cry out as he relieved himself of another wave of hot jism into my anal canal was so sweet. "UUUUGGHHH" Joe cried again as the splash roared from him and flushed thur the one direction that it could go...

" OHHH FUCKKKK .....AHHHH JOOOOEEEEEE" I jerked upwards and rode out the blast and then lied in a pool of sweet sweat in his arms and basked in our afterglow. I lied contently in his arms gasping as my heart raced loudly and echoed in my ears. It only gets better I think to myself.. "I love you baby" I kissed his ear tenderly before passing out to euphoria

 

[kittykateater]

OOC: Landi, you sweet devilish vixen, this is my way of paying you back for the wonderful thing you did for me this morning. I hope you and "Herbie" find a LOT of enjoyment in this latest post to "our" story.




Joe

My sweet Angelique. Just gotta love her. Just can't HELP loving her! As much as she was interested to learn my secret wedding-night plans, she was far more intrested in my thick cock slamming in and out of her tight ass. "OHHHH YESSS... FUCK MY ASS....OHHH BABY.... AHHHHHH"

"Yup, that's the girl I fell in love alright!" I laughed in my deep baritone that always seems to further dampen her luscious pussy. I love how just the sound of my deep voice can get her SO wet...EVERY time!

"UUUUGGHHH" I cried again as the splash roared from me and flushed thru the one direction that it could go...

"Yup," she giggled, beaming proudly, "that's the man I fell in love with. Would rather send me crashing into exquisite pleasure than do anything else in this whole wide world."

"Damned right. You desire all the orgasms you can get! And I'm going to make SURE you do, for the rest of our lives!"

"And god I am so GLAD for it. For YOU!"

She was right. When she starts in with those sexy gigles of hers, I just get so DAMNED hard, and the only thing I want in this whole world then is for her pussy to enjoy me immesely. Which, lucky for both of us, it always, ALWAYS does! It's sort of a chicken-and-the-egg relationship: the more she giggles in that sexy way of hers, the harder I get. And the harder I get while I'm inside of her, the more she giggles in delight. By now she was giggling until her face changed from red to blue to the same purple as my throbbing, blood-engorged cock. Which somehow seemed appropriate, considering how much time my purple cock spends pleasuring that now-purple face of hers. And by now I was so hard that I was nearly ripping her ass wide open as I pounded her mercilessly. We are such a great match, we play off each other's insatiable lust SO very well! And I wouldn't have it any other way!

"OHHH FUCKKKK .....AHHHH JOOOOEEEEEE" she jerked upwards and rode out the blast and then lied in a pool of sweet sweat in my arms and basked in our afterglow. We lay contently in each other's arms.. "I love you baby" she kissed my ear tenderly before passing out to euphoria. That's the thing, when we're together, neither of us knows how or when to stop making love with each other, nor wants to stop, and I was so proud that I could fuck my beloved, a woman with such a high sex drive, until she literally passed out in euphoria.

I kissed her eyelid and whispered sweetly "And I love you, Angelique. Sleep well now, my darling. For tomorrow we have to rehearse the wedding, the reception, and especially the honeymoon!"

She let out another of her sexy cock-stiffening giggles now, at my joke about how we still needed even MORE practice for our honeymoon.

Oh Angelique, what am I to do, you're going to have me perpetually and terminally horny with your sexy giggles and constant naughtiness. What am I going to do? Oh yeah, I'm going to thank my lucky stars for you, each and every day of my life. And I'm going to make sure that your sweet pussy is NEVER starving for attention! And most of all, I'm going to love you. Deeply. Completely. Always and forever, my love.

 

[landiek]

OOC... I think Santa has to give me a new one... Herbie is lost again... *pouts* But I am glad you enjoyed it... I had a devine time myself.... still feeling pretty damned good. *wink wink*



I kissed her eyelid and whispered sweetly "And I love you, Angelique. Sleep well now, my darling. For tomorrow we have to rehearse the wedding, the reception, and especially the honeymoon!"

She let out another of her sexy cock-stiffening giggles now, at my joke about how we still needed even MORE practice for our honeymoon.

I slept contently in his strong arms and even as I dreamed of our massive moments of sheer lustfullness, my body seemed to respond the same way as in my dream, Joe was coated in pussy juices when we woke the next morning. I must have had four major dreamy orgasms as his balls were glistening in the remments of sticky dried juices. There was a moment that they looked apetetizing too.

"Hmmm, I can't believe that you are still horny and wet, Angelique" Joe whispered into my ear that was covered in my tresses.

"Still?" I smirked silently.

"Yes, still, You went wild on me several times. Not that I am complaining since it was very intense."

"What can I say... I guess you will have to live with my devilish angelic lusts." I leaned closer and gave Joe a very sensual kiss as I noticed his cock getting harder by the second. "ohhhhh something is knocking at the kitty door!"

Joe's deep chuckle made me feel all excited and warm. I didn't hesitate from slipping down his belly and suckling on his stiffening cock and licking away the juices that coated his groin. I lapped hungrily over the very hairs that graced his skin and then mewed in pleasure as his fingers played with my sopping cunt and stroked over my quivering clit. "Angelique, turn and let me taste the wines that I can feel splashing around over my hand."

I turned without releasing him and moaned as his tongue began to work his magic over my throbbing thumping clit and soon I was thrusting my cunt into his mouth as I devoured his cock deeper into my mouth before finally swallowing him with a mischievious giggle that caused his cock to smack harder into my hunger. After a few hours of nibbling and sucking we had reached the moment of passionate cries and leaving the limelight for cuddling and growth of inner love. It takes alot of passion to love someone so intimately body and soul and I felt that way in Joe's eternal love, lust and desires.

We slipped from the bed and headed for the shower as the phone rang with our wake up call. I giggled again as Joe soaped my whole body head to toe. I returned the favor using my breasts as the wash cloth and before we stepped out I had left several spasms of orgasmic delights slip down the drain.

Joe helped me dress as I helped him and then we went downstairs to enjoy our complementary breakfast with champagne. Life was beautiful when I am with the man that I adore more then anything in the world. Even Jack and Sally sat with us as we chatted about Paris.

 

[kittykateater]

OOC: Taking a short bereak to check in on Lit. Too busy job-hunting this week to plot-out my next post on this thread. But I will as soon as I can. I definitely want to keep this thread going.

Meanwhile thank you Landi, you are such a fun mix of angel and devil.

Gotta log off again now, get back to more job search.

Bye for now. I probably won't be back until Monday. My sweetie will be back tonight, she's been absent from my bed for a week, so I'll definitely be too busy tonight to lurk here! Besides job-hunting, another reason I gotta leave now is I should get myself ready for her return tonight. Hmm, should I wear my black leather G-string with the big brass zipper up the front, or my my soft cotton leopard-print G-string, to greet her at the door? Decisions, decisions...

KK

 

[kittykateater]

OOC: I'm back after my sexy, romantic weekend with my fiance, who I hadn't seen for a week.


Joe

Even in her sleep, Angelique's love and lust for me controls her every thought and deed. That is one of the reason I love her so! For in the middle of the night, without awakening, she slipped her silky, slick, and slippery pussy down over my cock, and rode me frantically in her sleep. She was surprised when she awkned, to find her passion juices smeared all over my thighs, my belly, and especially thickly coating my cock.

"I love how your balls are glistening in the remnants of sticky dried juices," she smiled, giggling in that sexy way of hers that is an instant dick-hardener. "They look so very apetetizing, too."

"Hmmm, I can't believe that you are still horny and wet, Angelique" I whispered into her ear.

"Still?" she smirked silently.

"Yes, still, You went wild on me several times. Not that I am complaining, since it was very intense."

"What can I say... I guess you will have to live with my devilish angelic lusts." She leaned closer and gave me a very sensual kiss. Between her lusty kissing, her sexy giggling, and her soft, sensuous moaning, my aching cock was getting harder by the second. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned, "something is knocking at the kitty door!" And with that, she let out another sexy giggle, which made my cock spring to steel hardness.

"I know EXACTLY what to do about THAT, Joe!" she merrily giggled once more. And with that, she slipped down my belly and suckled on my stiffening cock, licking away the juices--HER juices-- that coated my groin. She lapped hungrily over the very hairs that graced my skin, and then she mewed in pleasure as my fingers played with her sopping cunt and stroked over her quivering clit. "Angelique, turn and let me taste the wines that I can feel splashing around over my hand."

She turned without releasing me from her hungry mouth. She trembled and moaned as my tongue began to work its magic over her throbbing thumping clit. Soon she was thrusting her delicious cunt into my eager mouth, as she just as hungrily devoured my cock deeper into her mouth, before finally swallowing me with a mischievious giggle. That devilish angel of mine: she KNOWS how her sexy giggles always cause my cock to smack harder into her hunger, which is just what I did now...and just what she wanted, just what she LOVED to feel.

After devouring every last drop of each other's gushing love juices, we slipped from the bed and headed for the shower, as the phone rang with our wake up call. She giggled again as I soaped her whole body from head to toe.

"You vixen temptress you!" I groaned, "You KNOW how your sexy giggles always get me SO hard!"

"That's WHY I giggle, sweetie!" she bent over and opened her legs wide apart, silently inviting me to enter her sopping-wet pussy from behind.

I soaped her shoulders, her back, and her sweet, round ass as I slowly pumped my ever-longer, ever-thicker, even-harder manhood in and out of her tight love tunnel from behind. The more I fucked her pussy, the more she giggled. And the more she giggled, the harder I fucked her.

She returned the favor of me washing her all over, using her big, round breasts as the wash cloth, and before we stepped out, we both had left several spasms of orgasmic delights slip down the drain.

I helped Angelique dress as she helped me, and then we went downstairs to enjoy our complementary breakfast with champagne. Life is beautiful when I am with the woman that I adore more then anything in the world.

Jack and Sally sat with us at breakfast. I had nearly had to fire Jack, until he explained that his burning love for Sally had caused his poor work performance. Having met Angelique on my flight to Chicago to fire Jack, I could well understand his predicament, and I had persuaded my bosses to move him to a new job that better suited his talents. He had proposed to Sally, and we four had agreed to all honeymoon in Paris.

So wedding plans, honeymoons, and Paris became the subjects of our breakfast conversation.

"I saw the photos from Donald Trump's private lingerie show," Sally smiled. "I can see why you're marrying Joe. He's ALMOST as hot a hunk as my Jack here."

"I don't know about that!" Jack laughed. "I'm not going to compete with Joe over who's more of a hunk. All I know is that you are a very lucky man, Joe! Angelique looks NEARLY as amazing in that photo of her with a peekaboo bra, as my Sally looks in HER peekaboo bra!" I guess a man's supposed to feel that his woman is the most beautiful in the world, so who was I to burst Jack's bubble by letting him know that, as pretty as Sally undeniably is, she doesn't hold a candle to the beauty of my Angelique, and if he thinks otherwise, he is deluding himself. No, why ruin Jack and Sally's romance by pointing out the obvious, that my Angelique is FAR more beautiful than his Sally.

As Jack and Sally continued to compliment each other, Sally showed no embarrassment or reserve in very passionately French-kissing Jack in front of us. I noticed her hand slip down the front of his pants, as they kissed each other even harder, and both started to moan.

"Get a ROOM you two!" I laughed.

"Oh leave them BE, Joe!" Angelique giggled. "They're just in love...like US!" And she giggled again. As usual, all of her sexy giggling was once more tenting my pants.

Angelique's eyes burned into my growing crotch, and she smiled and hungrily licked her lips. With a loud scraping and shuffling noise, Angelique slid her restaurant chair over next to mine. She then threw her arms around my neck and slowly slithered her tongue past my lips, past my teeth, across the roof of my mouth, and then further and further down my throat. And then she giggled again, forming a tent in my pants so tight I swear I felt the fly rip.

She unbuckled my belt, right there in front of Jack and Sally, and jammed her hand down through my waistband. "Looks like someone really needs to come out and play!" she giggled.

"STOP that giggling!" I moaned.

"Or else what?" Angelique challenged.

"Or else my hard-on just might split my pants wide open."

"Well in that case," she grinned, and then she let out her loudest and sexiest giggle yet. Which was promptly followed by the loud and unmistakable tearing of cloth.

"I think it's YOU TWO who need to get a room now!" Jack laughed.

"No TIME for a room!" I groaned in frustration. "We all have to go to our wedding rehearsal." I glanced at my wrist-watch. "We're ALREADY late!" I looked at Angelique with a wicked grin. "I'll get even with you for THIS, baby!"

She smiled and licked her lips. "I certainly HOPE so. I've been so NAUGHTY!" she giggled yet again. "You're gonna have to spank my bottom GOOD and hard tonight!" she moaned.

As we left the table, I playfully swatted Angelique's sweet round ass, and she let out a delighted squeal. "Mmmm, I can hardly wait!" she melted into my arms.

And with that, the four of us headed to the wedding-chapel where we would all rehearse our vows now, Jack and Sally, and Angelique and me.

 

[landiek]

"Well in that case," I grinned, and then let out my loudest and sexiest giggle yet. Which was promptly followed by the loud and unmistakable tearing of cloth.

"I think it's YOU TWO who need to get a room now!" Jack laughed.

"No TIME for a room!" Joe groaned in frustration. "We all have to go to our wedding rehearsal." He glanced at his wristwatch. "We're ALREADY late!" He looked at me with a wicked grin. "I'll get even with you for THIS, baby!"

I smiled and licked my lips. "I certainly HOPE so. I've been so NAUGHTY!" I giggled yet again thinking about how Santa fucked me sooo good that night. "You're gonna have to spank my bottom GOOD and hard tonight!" I moaned hotly.

As we left the table, Joe playfully swatted my firm sweet round ass, and let out a delighted squeal. "Mmmm, I can hardly wait!" as I melted into his arms.

And with that, the four of us headed to the wedding-chapel where we would all rehearse our vows now, Jack and Sally, and Joe and me.

The rehersal went fairly smoothly as my sweet Joe had to tie a sweater around his waist to hide the ripped front of his pants. It was taking every ounce of strength not to slip my hand in there and take his cock in my hand and whisper my vows over the flesh that delights me body and soul.

I purred though the nasty thoughts of a nude wedding. Just as I longed for Joe to spank me again. it had aroused me so badly that I was counting the seconds before we went back to our room and pasionately fucked one another's brains out.

Donald caught us and gave us a quick talk about the dining room and ballroom. I kept nodding as I was thinking how badly I wanted Joe's cock. I moved in front of Joe and slipped my hand behind me to play with his throbbing hardness that was poking through the rip in his pants. Details details.. I really stopped listening after a bit and concentrated on making his cock get harder and maybe if I scoot close enough, Joe could lift the back of my skirt and rub his cock around my pussy or ass. I could hear the change in Joe's breathing and the way that he stiffened up I was longing to run to the elevator and fuck all the way to our room.

I think two hours had passed by the time we returned to our room and I made a quick call to room service asking for chocolate dipped strawberries, whole bananas, whipped cream, strawberry ice cream, cherries, lemon tea and honey, almonds sliced and roasted, and finally a bowl of peach flavored shaved ice with a bottle of peach Snapps. I had plans for an interesting evening of passion.

After I got off the phone I walked over to Joe and ripped his pants a little further and started to lick at the head of his cock that was bulging against his silken boxers. "Baby..." I cooed huskily.. "Spank me and fuck my ass again.. please" Batting my eyes and giving a sweet baby doll innocent look.

Joe groaned as he was sure that I was really up to no good for the rest of the day and all night.

 

[kittykateater]

Joe

Angelique had deliberately let fly a series of her sexiest giggles, knowing full well how her lusty giggling always swells my manhood with desire for her. I had grown so enormous that my hard-on had literally ripped-open the fly of my trousers. And I hadn't had time to change before our wedding rehearsal. So I simply tied a sweater around my waist and hoped that Donald Trump and all the other celebrities wouldn't notice.

"Well," Angelique giggled in my ear, "I told you I wanted a nude wedding. At least the handsomest part of you is uncovered for the rehearsal, if not for the wedding." And she giggled again.

"If you keep that up, my hard-on's going to pop right out from under my sweater. Right in front of Donald Trump. How embarrassing!"

"Don't forget," she giggled some more, "I've seen both you AND Donald naked. And trust me, compared to him, you have NOTHING to be embarrassed about, sweetie!"

But seeing me turning red, and not wanting her soon-to-be-husband to feel humiliated, she helpfully moved in front of me now. But I soon realized she did this more to help herself than to help me. Because now she slipped her hand behind her, and began to play with my throbbing hardness that was already poking through the rip in my pants.

Donald Trump was yammering-away on something about business or hotels or I don't know what. Neither Angelique nor I was paying the slightest attention to his words. Angelique was concentrating more on making my cock get harder, and I was concentratiing on trying not to moan loudly enough to draw attention to ourselves. She scooted her fine, round, shapely, sexy booty even closer to my raging hard-on, and I simply could no longer resist. Glancing around the room to make sure nobody noticed (everyone was too busy pretending to pay rapt attention as Trump droned on and on, for anyone to even notice us), I quickly lifted the back of her skirt and as usual, she wore no panties. This allowed me to thrust myself forward, rubbing my thick, hard cock around her luscious, tempting, and very naked ass.

Just then the preacher stepped between Trump and Angelique, and began to intone, "Daerly beloved..." Thee was no time to withdraw my cock from Angelique's ass now, or the preacher would definitely notice.

And that's how it happened that Angelique and I rehearsed our wedding vows with my cock pressed hard up against her ass. "Hey, this IS the rehearsal," she grinned. "That means we HAVE to say our vows exactly this same way when we get married tomorrow."

"I would LOVE that!" I enthusiastically agreed, wrapping my arms around her from behind, holding her hips, and slipping my cock forward between her ass cheeks. Causing her to let a long, soft "Mmmmmmmm!" that only hardened my dick even more.

The preacher looked quizzically at Angelique. "Mmmmm!" is not an answer. You're supposed to say..."

"Oh, yes, of course," Angelique giggled. "I do." As she giggled, my cock thrust and throbbed its way between her ass cheeks, and she clenched her anus tight around my cock, drawing me deep into her ass.

"I...UNNNNGGHHHH!...do!" I exclaimed, desperately struggling against the urge to come hot and heavy in her ass in front of all these people.

"You may kiss each other now," the preacher pronounced. Now how could we kiss with me standing behind her with my cock shoved way up her ass? Thinking quickly, Angelique laughed, "Bad timing I know, but I REALLY need to go pee right NOW! And so does Joe. DON'T you, Joe?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I need the bathroom right NOW!" And we scurried away, my hands on her hips and my cock buried in her luscious ass.

Having made our hasty exit from our wedding rehearsal to the restroom, Angelique giggled "Whew! That was CLOSE!" That did it! That was one more giggle than my poor aching cock could stand, and I exploded deep into her anus, as she purred in delight. I withdrew from her ass and lickedmy own come off her ass cheeks. She smoothed down her skirt and helped me fix my sweater back over my hard-on again. We strode hand-in-hand through the hotel lobby as if nothing had happened..

On the elevator ride all the way up to our room, we faced each other, hugging tightly and French-kissing very passionately. I lifted her skirt again, and my pulsating cock once more came out of hiding from behind my tied-on sweater and my ripped trousers, pressing hard up against her sexy, slightly-rounded belly.

Once back in our room, I heard Angelique on the phone to room service. She ordered chocolate dipped strawberries, whole bananas, whipped cream, strawberry ice cream, cherries, lemon tea and honey, almonds sliced and roasted, and finally a bowl of peach flavored shaved ice with a bottle of peach Snapps. I knew then that she had plans for an interesting evening of passion.

After she got off the phone, she placed her hands on her hips, grinned, and sauntered seductively toward me. I knew I was in it for it, and I loved it! She knelt before me and ripped my pants a little further. She then started to lick at the head of my cock that was bulging against my silken boxers. "Baby..." she cooed huskily. "Spank me and fuck my ass again.. please" Batting her eyes and giving me a sweet baby doll innocent look.

I groaned as my whole body seethed and ached with burning desire. "You really are up to no good tonight, aren't you baby!" I grinned, lying her face down across both my knees, lifting her skirt, and playfully brining my hand down in a loud SLAP! against her sweet, round, pantiless ass.

"This is WONDERFUL," I slapped her bottom again. "Tonight might even outdo what I'm planning for our wedding night tomorrow night. This is naughty, sexy, risque. I'm afraid my plans are sweet and romantic compared to what you seem to be planning for tonight."

She hopped up on my lap, facing me, her shapely and sexy legs straddling my hips, as she pushed her pussy up hard against my cock. "Sweet nd romantic is JUST what I want on our wedding night!" she cooed, wriggling her torso across my lap. "As long as it leads to LOTS of sizzling-hot sex!" she giggled. Oh those sexy giggles of hers. They just do something so magical to my cock!

I cupped, kneaded, and massaged her ass cheeks as she rubbed her moist pussy up against my throbbing dick. She rubbed herself up even harder and tighter against me, and began to giggle yet again. "I want to make you good and hard with my giggles. I know how that turns you on, and that turns ME on!"

I switched from kneading her ass to playfully slapping it again. "You really ARE so deliciously naughty!" I laughed.

Just then our room door creaked open and the room service cart came rolling into our room. Angelique made no attempt to cover up her sexy antics on my lap. In fact, she raised herself up just enough to slip her wide-open and dripping-wet pussy lips down over my throbbing cock, groaning with desire as she sank down over me.

Angelique dismissively waved her hand at the bellboy. "Just leave the food cart here," she laughed. "Put the food on our room bill. And be sure to include a generous tip for yourself. I'd say, for being such a sweetie to bring us such sweet foods to play with, you deserve at least a 25% tip!"

The bellboy tipped his hat, bowing low, and winked. "Enjoy your food treats," he smiled as he left our room.

"Oh, we WILL!" Angelique giggled, her continued sexy giggling making me harden still more inside of her, and causing both of us to moan loudly and uncontrollably.

"This is our last night before becoing husband and wife," she groaned lustily.

"A night we'll always remember" I groaned as she slid even further down my rod and clamped her pussy very tight around me.

"So let's MAKE it memorable!" she giggled as I fed her a chocolate-covered strawberry. She let it sit half in her teeth, so I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, passionately, and for the longest time, before we both bit down into the strawberry and each ate our half of it. She wriggled in my lap and my cock throbbed deep inside of her, exploring every surface of her inner walls.

"YES!" I groaned. "This is my bachelor party," I half-laughed, half-moaned. "And you are my FAVORITE lap-dancer!"

I waited and wondered now, to see what sexual antics Angelique had in mind for all of the food she had ordered. Whatever she was planning, I knew it would be very hot and sexy...just like HER!