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"Mmm," I moan, watching your pretty face look up at me. "Tell me what you want, baby girl," I say, grinning while I tease and threaten, knowing I will soon take your pretty mouth as my own, as I have so many times before.
 
I put my hand on the back of your head, weaving my fingers gently through your hair as I reveal my hardening cock ready for your lips.

"You got it, little girl," I say, pulling your mouth closer, slipping my cock inside, watching your pretty face as I begin to feed it to you.
 
"Good girl, baby," I say, pulling you closer, going deeper into your mouth and down your throat a bit before pulling out and repeating the stroke over and over. "God your mouth is so nice." Reece marveled at the girl on her knees before him. He loved that she was just a girl at his bar once, the exact sort of girl that he had always enjoyed taking advantage of in his single days, as well as that she was now his wife and mother of his child and yet, here she was, still willing to be that first girl whenever he wanted. He loved her, loved her body, loved her personality, loved her willingness, and loved every dirty, filthy thing she always let him do with and to her. He couldn't wait to have her again and again and again over the entire course of their honeymoon. He felt her lips tighten and grip his cock in her mouth, eagerly, hungrily taking him in, milking him, pleasing him, willing to as long as it took before he grew stiff, pulled her to him, and filled her mouth with cum as he had so often. He started fucking her mouth slowly, gently, but firmly, enjoying the feel of every inch he gave her along the way, looking forward to that moment when he finished once more.
 
I moaned loudly and continued to suck you nice and hard, feeling you harden as much as possible, enjoying your small thrusts in my mouth.
 
"God that feels good, precious," I say, my thrusts growing faster and more forceful, enjoying you as much as I want. "You're always so good," I moan.
 
I slowly stand up, my hands going to the side of your head, beginning to slide in and out with a steady rhythm. That's it, baby. "Just take it," I say in a low voice. "You're sooooo good, honey." I feel my orgasm close in, and enjoy watching my cock violate your lips as it has done so many times.
 
I shudder and groan and erupt stream after stream of cum in your mouth, watching you take it, before pulling out. "Swallow it, baby," I say, grinning.
 
A day later, found us in an airport bar. I wore some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt with a pullover jacket and some casual, but nice, black shoes. You sat beside me in a cute summer dress and carrying a small bag, our other bags checked for the trip to Spain and then Italy. As I sipped from the bourbon and coke in front of me, a man closer to my age, but older, pulled up a bar stool beside yours.

"Budweiser," the man told the bartender, throwing a hundred dollar bill on the bar top.

"Jared Carlisle," he said to you, looking you up and down, head to toe, with a smile, paying little attention to me, despite the fact that we were clearly there together, nobody else being nearby. "Any chance you guys are waiting for the Gate 32 flight to Barcelona?"
 
"I'm over there for a week's work of meetings. My company is opening a hub there. $6 million in new investments and personnel," he said, taking a sip of his drink.

"How about you all?" He asks. "Pretty thing like you? I'm guessing.....model shoot, and this is your agent?"

I bristle a bit at his flirtation, but sit back, waiting to see how your interaction plays out.
 
I laugh and shake my head. "Personal time, on my way to Rome. Connecting flight in Barecelona," I explain, winking at you. "What does your company do?" I ask with interest.
 
"We provide oil service support to the royal families of Dubai and Saudi Arabia. We are putting in warehouses in Spain and then I'm heading to Italy myself," the man says. "Who's this?" He nods in my direction, but maintaining eye contact with you. "And how long is your layover?" I sense he is coming on to you, or trying to.

"Five hours," I tell him, finally entering the conversation. "And I'm her husband. We just got married."

"Oh congratulations!" He smiles, then puts an arm around your waist, giving you something of a friendly hug, before pulling back away, then resting his arm over your back along the top of the chair you are in. "But five hours?!" He asks. "Nah, that's ridiculous. You guys are what? Married?" He looks back at you. "You don't need to be spending so much time in an airport." He pulls a card from his coat pocket and hands it to you. "Baby here is my card. You guys get to Barcelona, skip your flight and call me. Newlyweds should see a night or two in Spain at our villa. You'll be my guests. I'll get you on our company jet to Rome, and you can pick up the rest of your vacation then." I look skeptically at him then at you.

"We'll think about it," I tell him.

"Well congratulations again," he says, offering his hand, which I shake. He hugs you again and what I do not see is him squeeze your thigh lightly, before taking his drink. "Do think about it," he said as he walks away.

I turn and look at you. "What was that about?" I ask. "Wait, don't answer that. I know what it was about." I shake my head, a bit jealous and yet also intrigued by the idea of a free stop in Spain as a guest of an oil magnate. And at the same time, I feel my cock stir at the idea of the trade off he would command for the free stay.
 
I nuzzle into you. "What do you think? The tickets can be used in that way," I said to you. "I looked it up online before we left."
 
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