A mind-blowing BJ

Megan grins lasciviously as she drops to her knees. The hot water sprays across your back, and her hands rub your balls in the suds. Her fingers feel grand on your skin, sending nerves impulses to your brain and back, causing your cock to swell even further. Her face is upturned toward you, her eyes revealing a blazing flame behind them.

You turn and rinse the soap off your front and genitals. As you turn back, the stewardess grasps your tool and pulls you closer. Her thumb grazes across the head, and you moan.

"Well, first, I made sure he was good and hard with my hand," she says as she strokes up and down your shaft. A remnant of suds lets her fingers move smoothly, exciting you greatly. You close your eyes and moan quietly.

"Then, I licked him real good." You open your eyes to watch her pink tongue dart out and taste you. You quiver with the delicious sensation. She licks all around the head, and then licks down the shaft to your balls. Her eyes look up at you with a deep lust smoldering in them.

"I sucked his balls, one at a time." You gasp as she takes your nut into her warm mouth. Her tongue whips around it quickly. You hold her head lightly in your hands, unwilling to push her harder than she's already going. Her eyes gaze again at you with fire. She pops your ball out of her mouth, and she licks down from your sac toward your asshole. She flicks wickedly at your taint between the two. You groan louder, the sound echoing in the tile-lined bathroom. She pulls the other testicle into her mouth and gives it the same treatment as the other one. She hasn't sucked your cock yet, and you're already nearly exploding. This girl's good!

"I licked my way back up," she said, her voice sultry and teasing. She flattened her tongue and lapped up your shaft like an obscene lollipop. Then you flinch in pleasure and moan explosively as she delicately uses just the tip of her tongue on that ultra-sensitive spot just below the head on the underside of your cock. You are out of your mind with the need to cum, yet she withholds it, keeping you in constant, delicious torment.

"Only then did I take him in my mouth," Megan says just before she surrounds your cock head with her lips, warm and enticing. You are so close, you groan, but the stewardess' finger presses hard on your taint below your balls. Your ability to cum right now is cut off; she could hold you in ecstasy almost indefinitely, if she continues to use that spot.

"Oh, Gods! I need to cum! Let me cum!" you growl, your need and lust peaking intensely.

"The bell hop said nearly the same thing, Lover," she says with an evil grin. "So I took his cock into my mouth, like this." You groan your loudest yet, as her expert mouth takes you deeper and deeper into her mouth. After she gets about half in, she pulls back until just the head is still consumed by her lips. Her eyes are smiling, because she has you right where she wants you: crazy with desire.

She begins bobbing on your johnson, and, on each descent, she takes more of your manhood down her throat. You start feeling your balls tightening, but she does, too, and she stops you with finger pressure again. You are pretty much constantly moaning and groaning. Words have been lost to your pleasure-enfeebled brain.

Her mouth comes off of you, and she says, "Then I deepthroated him and gave him a surprise." She liberally licks her finger, before sucking your member down hard. She is past halfway down and still lowering, and you are very gently pulling her head toward your crotch. She relaxes her throat, letting her take the last inch, when you see her wink at you with those intense eyes. She begins to swallow your cock head, squeezing you rhythmically, when you feel a finger pressing on your back door.

You scream, "Aaaaah!" as the tip slips past your sphincter and your cock shoots cum like you've never felt before, spurt after salty spurt of your molten cum going down Megan's throat. Your whole body jerks hard, shoving you even deeper into her mouth. The top of your head explodes in a shower of sparks as you feel her finger massage your sensitive lump of a prostate. She pulls back her mouth as you fill it with spunk, her throat swallowing as much as she can. A dribble drips down her cheek and falls on her lovely breasts to be washed away in the shower spray. You close your eyes and spasm through your climax, giving in to the exquisite pleasure.

Her finger is still pumping in and out of your asshole, when you finally stop cumming; each time she touches your male G-spot, another shudder runs through your nervous system, and another squirt of cum exits your cock. She slows her penetration of your anus until she takes her finger out. You collapse down, holding yourself up on her shoulders. Your knees are weak, but you manage to remain standing. You open your eyes to see her throat convulse one last time after she cleans your dick off.

Megan carefully takes your hands and helps maintain your balance as she stands up. She embraces you and kisses you deeply, her tongue bedazzling yours. She breaks the French kiss and says, "I left him recovering in the storage room."

Your breathing is ragged, trying desperately to replace lost oxygen. "I think I've died and gone to heaven," you say between pants, "Would you marry me 'til the end of the week?" you joke with a naughty grin.

She laughs in a way that promises much sex to come. "Unfortunately, I ship out tomorrow. Fortunately, I don't ship out until tomorrow, so, we have some time to do that again. Now, let me wash my hair." She gently kisses you and nudges you away from the showerhead. You lean on the wall, watching her body move, the droplets running down her luscious skin.