La Mas-C

“La Mask”

In a flurry of excitement, Jessy bolted out of the Uber, realizing she was running behind for Flight 1077 from JFK to Paris, France. Swiftly grabbing her bags, she sprinted from curbside to the sliding doors of arrivals. Amidst the rush, an urgent voice pierced through the commotion,

“Miss, your briefcase!” shouted the Uber driver.

“Ah, thank you!” she exclaimed with a relieved smile. With the grace of a runway model, Jessy dashed to the pre-check area in her high heels, her stunning, statuesque legs captivating the attention of onlookers. Leaving a trail of appreciative glances from every individual, regardless of gender identity or sexual orientation, she exuded undeniable beauty in the airport. Regrettably, her half-open briefcase spilled its contents as she stumbled to check her bag.

“Damn it!” she vocalized. Then, she began picking up the items; luckily, no embarrassing ones. She was reaching for the last item when another hand grabbed the tub and handed it to her. His baby blue eyes focused intently upon her eyes. His fragrance instantly gave her butterflies. The alluring scent of vanilla, complemented by a subtle hint of lavender and cinnamon, had a seductive and sensual effect on her senses, stirring feelings of playfulness and sweetness. As they stood, his stature was one of a confident man. He was a pilot. The uniform defined his broad shoulders, and his trousers were tight enough to show his bulging girth. Did he see me look at his crotch, she wondered?

“I’m Don,” he said.

“I’m Jessy,” she whispered back. “Why did I whisper?” She thought to herself. “Nevermind! Thank you so much,” she said.

“My pleasure, Jessy!” Don responded. “Where are you headed?” he asked.

“Paris, I’m taking some time off from work,” she explained.

“Terrific! I’m heading there myself. I run the Paris route for the airline about a dozen times a year. It’s a great opportunity to take in the sights and enjoy a short vacation since they usually give me 4 to 5 days before heading back to the States,” he explained. What flight number, he asked. There are 4 leaving out today with United.

“United Flight 1077!” she said as she began to panic.

“Great! Well, you don’t have to worry anymore, Jessy! That’s my flight, and I’ll be in the cockpit!

The word “cock” hit her ears to no avail! What she would give at this moment to be on his cock riding all the way to Paris, but that was absurd she murmured to herself. “No woman on this planet could endure a 7-hour ride on a rooster!” she chuckled heartily.

“I’m sorry, did I miss something?”, Don exclaimed. There was a moment of awkward silence, and he said, “Will see you soon then, Jessy, “ as he walked away.

“Yes, see you soon,” she spoke, and then under her breath, “you fine piece of ass!” Thinking no one was near her, she chuckled.

As Jessy stood there, an elderly lady gazed directly at her and quipped, “I will second that, my dear, and let’s see who gets to him first!” With a sly smile, she skillfully maneuvered her cane, crossing it in front of Jessy as if to claim her territory.

Jessy chuckled but became focused on the prize. With little worry, she took her time catching her flight. She started to unwind as she strolled through TSA and made her way to the gate. Jessy fantasized for the entire walk. She would later say she never remembered going through TSA or the long walk to her gate. The intoxicating ecstasy of wandering the streets of Paris with a dashing pilot, stealing kisses near the romantic San River, sent shivers down her spine nonetheless. “Okay, a bit cliché,” she thought to herself. But hey, it was her fantasy, and she was going to explore her mind the way she saw it. Little did she know that as she spent time with this dashing, clean-chiseled man, he would turn out to be more than just her fantasy.

With her 300,000 miles already accumulated for the year, and it wasn’t even Thanksgiving yet, she achieved first-class status. “Wow!” she thought to herself. “Have I really racked up that many miles running all over the country building my business? Very rewarding indeed,” she pondered.

As she walked onto the bridge and crossed into the plane, Don stood at the cockpit doorway greeting the passengers.

“Welcome aboard, Jessy,” he said.

“Why, thank you!” She returned the gesture.

The flight attendant, Malik, spoke with a very flamboyant demeanor. “Oh, darling! This must be the stunner you’ve been dishing all the deets on, yum, yum!”

She must have turned three shades of red as the attendant escorted her to her new seating arrangement, which certainly had nothing to do with Don’s influence. The surprise of finding herself in the Polaris section was delightful. The first-first class experience. It was a relaxing environment where one could stretch out and be comfortable on long flights. There would be no shortage of care for her needs from here on out, and she had no problem allowing Don, Malik, or the universe to take care of her needs. It was time to unwind and be free.

The flight began with a flute of champagne accompanied by a warm towel. The dinner menu was gracefully presented to Jessy, and her selection was the herb-infused chicken with rice, paired elegantly with a glass of Catena Malbec. After dinner, Malik offered her a pillow and a cover as Jessy kicked her shoes off and lounged into her bed cubicle with a romantic comedy to fall asleep to. Drifting off, she started to dream. Don and her

touching each other’s skin, over all the erogenous zones. His head was between my thighs, moistening my pussy for the taking. He could hear the sounds of my moans as I stayed pinned up against the shower wall, pulling on his hair. He flipped me around holding my hands tightly up against the shower wall. I was so wet that when he thrust his large cock into me, I gasp suddenly for air. We exited the shower dripping wet and onto the bed where I licked the head and shaft of his cock before picking up his member and deep-throating it into my mouth, struggling to breathe again I reached up for air and climbed on top of him…

“Ms. Jessy! Ms. Jessy!” said a smiling voice.

“Yes!” I gasped

“Mssss. Jessy!” Said Malik with the nastiest look a man with no interest in my sex could look at. “Have a wonderful and lustful trip, Ms. Jessy!” Malik joked while gesturing to a note stuck to her monitor.

“Thank you, Malik! You, as well!”

The resonant voice of Captain Don echoed through the loudspeaker, heralding their impending descent and gently urging passengers to ready the cabin for arrival. In an unhurried stretch, Jessy realized she had never experienced such restful slumber during a flight. Ordinarily, it’s a mere catnap between layovers, but this time, she emerged feeling thoroughly rejuvenated. The realization dawned on her as she basked in the morning sunlight filtering through the plane’s windows: jet lag, if any, would hopefully be a fleeting visitor. She conscientiously brought her seat to an upright position and pulled the note off.

The words said, “Good Morning, sleeping beauty,” with a heart and the name Don as the salutations.

Jessy opened the note. The message inside read, “Hello beautiful, I hope you had a restful night, and the flight wasn’t too bumpy. I would be delighted if you would join me for brunch around 12:00ish. Here is the address to one of my favorite cafes. Please feel free to text me at my number once you’ve had time to settle into your accommodations. Yours, Don!”

“Eagerly without a doubt,” She thought.

Upon my exit, Captain Don leaned out of his seat and said, “À bientôt.”

“Au revoir.”, I whispered softly.

At the hotel, I couldn’t sleep as I was too excited. So, I took a walk around Paris before meeting Don for brunch. I leisurely strolled through the streets of Paris, my gaze captivated by the distant allure of the Eiffel Tower. Each step led me along cobblestone pathways that aristocrats had once graced in the 14th century. As I meandered, the sweet melody of birdsong serenaded me from the lush trees of France. The air was filled with the delightful cadence of the French language, a symphony blending seamlessly with the lively rhythms of people bustling about. Some were engrossed in the routine of daily life, commuting to work, while others were wrapped in the anticipation of tourists gathering their thoughts for an exciting vacation and sightseeing adventure. Every corner held a story, every cobblestone echoed with the whispers of history, and every moment was a canvas painted with the vibrant hues of Parisian life.

My phone dinged. It was Don.

:” See you soon. Just leaving now.” he wrote.

“Sounds great,” I wrote back.

The café stood proudly on the bustling corner of Rue de Rivoli. As I approached, excitement bubbled within me, and there was Don, enthusiastically waving his hand in my direction. I reciprocated with a joyful wave as we skillfully navigated through the crowd and crossed the street. Don welcomed me with a warm kiss on the cheek, and our arms interlocked in a moment of shared anticipation.

“Please, have a seat,” he offered. “How was your morning?”

“Terrific!” I responded. “Strolled the streets and took in some sightseeing!”

“Such a charming place, Paris!” he remarked.

“Indeed it is” I smiled back.

The conversation unfolded over a leisurely span of at least 3 hours, punctuated by bouts of laughter and thoughtful pauses. Amidst this, they savored sips of rich espresso, all while indulging in a charcuterie board laden with a delightful array of cured meats and exquisite cheeses, their senses fully immersed in the flavors and ambiance of the moment.

The flirtatious banter continued to weave its spell as Don gracefully settled the bill. Hand in hand, they embarked on a sensuous stroll through the streets of Paris. Their journey included moments of intimacy at the Louvre, capturing snapshots in front of the Eiffel Tower, and passionate kisses by the Seine River. The afternoon and evening unfolded into a captivating blend of romance and allure.

Anticipation, indeed! We both returned to our hotels to freshen up. Don said he had a delightful and, in his words, “a surprisingly fun night ahead if I was willing.” And make sure to don my finest attire. The unfolding events held an unexpected thrill, stirring excitement in my body reminiscent of the playful days of youth. As the night progressed, Don led me to a place that revealed a surprising facet of his personality. To my amazement, “Don was a Dom of sorts, reveling in the pleasures of the body with a commanding presence that ignited all my senses simultaneously.

He held my hand and whispered in my ear, ‘You can always say no, and we can walk away at any time. Now, do you trust me?’ he asked.

‘Yes,’ I said. Without a doubt, I thought to myself. I was looking for adventure, and I was finding it with Don.

We walked past a crowded corner full of young college students and strolled quietly down a street to a black door tucked away between two buildings. It was difficult to see, and no sign on the building or the door indicated its nature. It was concealed and seemed exclusive, requiring a card swipe for entry. Don swiped the card and instructed me to look into the camera. Just above the camera hung a sign printed in beautiful gold lettering: ‘La Mas-C’!

Upon entry, the hostess greeted us with, ‘Welcome back, Don,’ and smiled genuinely at me. The beautiful woman with voluptuous bosoms had a mask on. She handed us masks, and we both put them on, inviting us in and turning over our cell phones as a requirement. I soon realized where I was. With a smile from Don, he politely asked if I was okay to continue on.

I never hesitated and said, ‘Absolutely, and if life hands me lemons, I’ll throw them back with a ‘yes’ written on each one!’

Don smiled and ordered drinks for us at the bar. After handing the drinks over to us, he took me back to a seated area where other couples were already engaged in playful sexual acts with clothes half off, wearing the sexiest lingerie that stimulated my body from head to toe. I was a little nervous but curious to watch. Don allowed me to watch for several minutes while he played with my thigh and kissed my neck.

A gorgeous lady sat next to me and whispered in my ear, ‘Your eagerness and smile caught my eye!’

‘Was I that green?’ I thought to myself.

She traced my jawline with the gentle touch of her index finger, planting a soft, lingering kiss on my lips. Rising gracefully, she extended her hand, beckoning me to follow. Don trailed behind, his hand delicately encircling my waist, fingers grazing my curves. My figure-hugging dress, a sensual favorite, left little to the imagination.

The shock began to wear off, and a whimsical thought crossed my mind: ‘Did I wear my favorite lingerie? Yes, I did. Thank God!’ The elegant madam escorted us downstairs through a narrow stairwell into a room where couples were seated—some engaged in passionate kisses, while others indulged in more intimate activities. Sensuous moans reverberated, creating a captivating atmosphere. Shapely figures of half-naked women knelt on the floor, engaging in intimate acts. Overwhelmed with desire, I sought a seat and found myself between two handsome men, each enjoying the pleasures of their partners while stroking their own. We must have watched for what felt like an eternity, although it was only about 5 minutes in reality. I found myself enjoying the explosive climaxes of each male figure sitting next to me, their hands on my thighs, pulling my dress up toward my hips, revealing my panties. With my legs open, I was prepared for cock. Glancing up at Don and the sinuous madam—the architect of this pleasure dungeon—they were sensually entwined. She was caressing his arousal, while Don had her breasts exposed, gently massaging them with his hands. Both of them watched me, and the exhilaration of my pleasure appeared to magnify their own joy.

They both walked over, reached for my hand, and pulled me into their bodies. The warmth and enticing aromas enveloped us, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. They began touching my body and kissing my neck, both seemed to be fighting for my skin. Each one was searching for my pleasure points, and upon finding them, they concentrated on those spots. Don and the Madam collaboratively pulled my dress down my shoulders, exposing my breasts to the audience observing us. Each of them handled one of my breasts, licking and sucking in unison. Madam continued twirling her tongue around my nipple while Don moved up and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me in for a passionate kiss. He pulled my dress up with his other hand and lowered his soft fingers down my panties, touching my wet pussy. My breathing began increasing, and Don maneuvered himself to the pleather bench. He jerked his pants down, grabbed my head, and instructed me to get on my knees. I complied, and Madam and I began licking his shaft, moving our tongues up and down while I held the base of his cock, Madam began rubbing his sack of joy and inhaled his balls into her mouth while I engulfed the massive head in front of me. Don’s cock was enormous, and I wanted it inside me. I raised up and straddled him, knowing what I wanted. Don reached into his pocket, pulled out a rubber, and handed it to me. I opened the packet and worked the rubber onto his cock, slowly dripping spit onto him, and eased this huge cock into my pussy. Madam guiding the shaft in with me. I began rolling my hips and bouncing up and down on this beautiful cock. My moans were strong, and Madam, seeing my body shaking, began to rub my lubricant clit. My pleasure was so intense that it caused an orgasm to pulsate like a drum being skillfully struck repeatedly by a master drummer. Seeing that I had orgasmed, Don rose up without removing himself and flipped me over so my hands were resting on the pleather bench, beginning to thrust into me from behind.

Madam laid in front of me so I could savor her little pussy while being pounded hard by Don. The shouts, groans, and sighs soon signaled Don’s need for release. He pulled out and removed the condom, spraying his ejaculate all over my back. Madam’s taste for cum was relentless as she licked every drop off of my back. Being the good lover she was, she returned in front of me, and we kissed, sharing Don’s essence back and forth with each other.

The show was over.

At least this one was. There were many second and third acts that followed this incredible night of pleasure. Madam, Don, and I returned upstairs for a light cocktail. I stood by the buffet of sugar candies, unwrapping a sucker and putting it into my mouth to suck on.

“As if I hadn’t had anything to suck on all night,” I chuckled.

I began to stare blankly into space, fixing my hair and reflecting on the experience that Don had opened me up to.

“Well, this was like a crash course in adult education—definitely not covered in my mother’s handbook!” I thought to myself.

We left hand in hand and returned to his hotel, where we snuggled and watched old black-and-white movies until the sun came up.

As we drifted off to sleep, he whispered, “You are truly magnificent, and sharing this moment with you is beyond words. Sleep well, lover.”