Worth it.

I finally make my way through security and towards my gate. I sit down on the uncomfortable seat and feel my pussy throb beneath me. He fucked me harder than I was expecting, totally worth it though. I look down at my watch, 34 minutes until my plane boards. I may as well walk around, figuring I don’t have a cell phone anymore. Lucky for me, I don’t have to walk far when I spot a Tim Hortons’, which I’ve grown accustomed to since moving to Canada. I wouldn’t say accustomed, more obsessed. I happily order a iced cappuccino and a Boston cream donut and sit near a window facing the flight deck.

Im really embracing the fact that my “birth certificate” says I was born in Toronto, Ontario I was actually born in San Pedro, Columbia. Where my father and mother ran a **** ring, which then grew and now they’re the Casanova mob family that owns Columbia. They ruined our chances of ever having a normal family. I’m the youngest of 6 kids, yet I’m the only one that’s not in the life, and it almost killed me to leave it. They control everything that comes in and goes out, which is why I wanted out. They’re trying to ruin the world that I never got to experience. Im waiting for the day they all get caught and go down, I’ll happily be at the courthouse. I completely zoned out, not realizing that I ate my donut like an absolute savage. I look down at my lightly exposed breasts in my floral dress, and theres a large amount of custard filling from the donut making its way down my cleavage. I grab my drink and my wrapper and get down off the high bar stool, I turn to make my way towards the bathroom when I walk into a brick wall.

There’s iced cappuccino all over me, it’s in my hair, down my breasts with the custard filling. I bounced off the wall and landed flat on my ass. I begin to fix myself up when I look up and notice I didn’t turn into a brick wall, more like a brick man. I’ve never been so mesmerized before, this man was unlike anyone I’ve ever seen before. He had to be at least a foot taller than me, twice my weight. His skin is gorgeous, its a milk chocolate colour. He looks like he could be columbian, we have similar skin tones. I finally look at his face and I’ve never felt such a desire to have someone in my life. He has a subtle dark brown beard, subtle enough that I can see his chiseled jaw line. His eyes reach into my soul, I’ve never felt such an intense stare. I finally manage to spit some words out.

“Im so sorry sir! I had no idea I ran into someone, I thought you were a wall.” I put my face in my hands as soon. As the words leave my mouth, who the fuck says that? He doesn’t seem to mind, he reaches down and puts my hand in his, helping me stand.

“Don’t apologize, just help me clean this up sweetheart” the words leave his mouth like a symphony. I want him to keep talking but he was so forward that it doesn’t feel like my place. I lower to my knees once more as an airport an employee comes by with paper towel. He reaches over and grabs it from the young man and sends him on his way. He hands some pieces to me and we begin cleaning in silence. He doesn’t seem to only have that affect on me, it seems he has that dominant affect on everyone. I wipe up the last few wet spots and begin to get up when I feel hands guiding and aiding me. I look up once more at this giant man, his intense height and size even more agonizing up close. I can’t help but wonder how perfect his cock is. He must know the effect he has on me, because he removes his hands from my body quickly.

“I just wanted to apologize again, I dropped Boston cream donut custard down my cleavage and I went to clean myself up when I walked right into you and made a bigger mess. I didn’t ruin your clothes did I?” I whimper, I gasp at my submission. Ive never felt like this before.

“Don’t worry about it, clothes can be replaced. Now that the floor is clean lets go get you cleaned up.” He puts his arm around my soaking shoulder and I gasp at the cold coffee seeping out of my dress.