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I had jizz all over my face, my hair my body, anywhere you could see I was covered in cum. I like being their personal cum dumpster as I touched, teased and tasted each and every member of the basketball team. I was spread out on the table like a smorgasbord waiting to be devoured by the hungry crowd. I was their prize for winning the championship and I was enjoying each and every minute of it! There were so many different cocks surrounding me and I could pick and choose which dick I wanted to devour at any given moment. I think the highlight was when the other team, though they lost, heard about the special prize the winners received and came to our hotel suite to ask if they could join in the fun. Being the savvy little cum dumpster that I am, I gave them a counter offer. They had to pay for the suite for the night if they wanted to play. My team laughed and said hell yeah, and they have to buy the drinks too. I never saw so many credit cards get whipped out so fast in my life. I picked one, he was huge and I said, now go to the front desk and pay up, then turned and said, let's get this little fuck party started!

he elevator doors closed and we started to go down to the main floor. It was the end of the day and I was looking forward to going home. The elevator all of a sudden stops with a screeching halt and I looked at my coworker. Stuck, the emergency light flashing and we knew we were probably here for a while. The last time it was hours before they were able to get it working. We sat down and started to talk, minutes turned to hours and there we were still stuck. He was a good looking guy and we had flirted on and off for quite a bit now. I opened my briefcase and handed him a bottle of water, I was glad there were two inside because usually I worked out at the end of the day but not today. I could feel him watching me actually staring at me and it was finally a little too much so I asked him what he was looking at. He said was imagining kissing me and fucking me right here on the elevator floor. I was aroused instantly and said why just imagine it? He was on me fast, hard, tearing at my clothes, going down on me and licking and tasting me everywhere and I did the same. When he entered me, it felt so good I almost came on the spot. The time passed by quickly now and as we lay there, held in each other's arms, the elevator started to move, out little interlude was over.

I have always felt that being 35,000 feet above the ground in metal cylinder full of artificial air was not natural. That is why at age 45, I have yet to set foot on an airplane. I would be perfectly content to go through my entire life without ever getting on an airplane. I have managed to travel extensively in my life to places that can be reached by train, car, boat or foot. I do not feel like I'm missing out on anything. Why did my mother have to severely break her hip while on her cruise to Bermuda? Why does she have to have the same fear of flying that I do? When I received the call last week that my mother was injured on a sightseeing tour in Bermuda, I knew instantly that I would soon be flying across the ocean on my first flight. As her only guy, it is my responsibility to go and retrieve her and bring her home. I hear the flight attendant announcing my flight as I sit at the bar. Maybe I can grab some dinner and jump on a later flight. Mom will be ok for one more day without me, right? OK it's time to go - after I have one more drink!

I have always felt that being 35,000 feet above the ground in metal cylinder full of artificial air was not natural. That is why at age 45, I have yet to set foot on an airplane. I would be perfectly content to go through my entire life without ever getting on an airplane. I have managed to travel extensively in my life to places that can be reached by train, car, boat or foot. I do not feel like I'm missing out on anything. Why did my mother have to severely break her hip while on her cruise to Bermuda? Why does she have to have the same fear of flying that I do? When I received the call last week that my mother was injured on a sightseeing tour in Bermuda, I knew instantly that I would soon be flying across the ocean on my first flight. As her only guy, it is my responsibility to go and retrieve her and bring her home. I hear the flight attendant announcing my flight as I sit at the bar. Maybe I can grab some dinner and jump on a later flight. Mom will be ok for one more day without me, right? OK it's time to go - after I have one more drink!

I have always felt that being 35,000 feet above the ground in metal cylinder full of artificial air was not natural. That is why at age 45, I have yet to set foot on an airplane. I would be perfectly content to go through my entire life without ever getting on an airplane. I have managed to travel extensively in my life to places that can be reached by train, car, boat or foot. I do not feel like I'm missing out on anything. Why did my mother have to severely break her hip while on her cruise to Bermuda? Why does she have to have the same fear of flying that I do? When I received the call last week that my mother was injured on a sightseeing tour in Bermuda, I knew instantly that I would soon be flying across the ocean on my first flight. As her only guy, it is my responsibility to go and retrieve her and bring her home. I hear the flight attendant announcing my flight as I sit at the bar. Maybe I can grab some dinner and jump on a later flight. Mom will be ok for one more day without me, right? OK it's time to go - after I have one more drink!

I have always felt that being 35,000 feet above the ground in metal cylinder full of artificial air was not natural. That is why at age 45, I have yet to set foot on an airplane. I would be perfectly content to go through my entire life without ever getting on an airplane. I have managed to travel extensively in my life to places that can be reached by train, car, boat or foot. I do not feel like I'm missing out on anything. Why did my mother have to severely break her hip while on her cruise to Bermuda? Why does she have to have the same fear of flying that I do? When I received the call last week that my mother was injured on a sightseeing tour in Bermuda, I knew instantly that I would soon be flying across the ocean on my first flight. As her only guy, it is my responsibility to go and retrieve her and bring her home. I hear the flight attendant announcing my flight as I sit at the bar. Maybe I can grab some dinner and jump on a later flight. Mom will be ok for one more day without me, right? OK it's time to go - after I have one more drink!

I have always felt that being 35,000 feet above the ground in metal cylinder full of artificial air was not natural. That is why at age 45, I have yet to set foot on an airplane. I would be perfectly content to go through my entire life without ever getting on an airplane. I have managed to travel extensively in my life to places that can be reached by train, car, boat or foot. I do not feel like I'm missing out on anything. Why did my mother have to severely break her hip while on her cruise to Bermuda? Why does she have to have the same fear of flying that I do? When I received the call last week that my mother was injured on a sightseeing tour in Bermuda, I knew instantly that I would soon be flying across the ocean on my first flight. As her only guy, it is my responsibility to go and retrieve her and bring her home. I hear the flight attendant announcing my flight as I sit at the bar. Maybe I can grab some dinner and jump on a later flight. Mom will be ok for one more day without me, right? OK it's time to go - after I have one more drink!

The elevator doors closed and we started to go down to the main floor. It was the end of the day and I was looking forward to going home. The elevator all of a sudden stops with a screeching halt and I looked at my coworker. Stuck, the emergency light flashing and we knew we were probably here for a while. The last time it was hours before they were able to get it working. We sat down and started to talk, minutes turned to hours and there we were still stuck. He was a good looking guy and we had flirted on and off for quite a bit now. I opened my briefcase and handed him a bottle of water, I was glad there were two inside because usually I worked out at the end of the day but not today. I could feel him watching me actually staring at me and it was finally a little too much so I asked him what he was looking at. He said was imagining kissing me and fucking me right here on the elevator floor. I was aroused instantly and said why just imagine it? He was on me fast, hard, tearing at my clothes, going down on me and licking and tasting me everywhere and I did the same. When he entered me, it felt so good I almost came on the spot. The time passed by quickly now and as we lay there, held in each other's arms, the elevator started to move, out little interlude was over.

I had jizz all over my face, my hair my body, anywhere you could see I was covered in cum. I like being their personal cum dumpster as I touched, teased and tasted each and every member of the basketball team. I was spread out on the table like a smorgasbord waiting to be devoured by the hungry crowd. I was their prize for winning the championship and I was enjoying each and every minute of it! There were so many different cocks surrounding me and I could pick and choose which dick I wanted to devour at any given moment. I think the highlight was when the other team, though they lost, heard about the special prize the winners received and came to our hotel suite to ask if they could join in the fun. Being the savvy little cum dumpster that I am, I gave them a counter offer. They had to pay for the suite for the night if they wanted to play. My team laughed and said hell yeah, and they have to buy the drinks too. I never saw so many credit cards get whipped out so fast in my life. I picked one, he was huge and I said, now go to the front desk and pay up, then turned and said, let's get this little fuck party started!