Just Another Pretty Face - Closed for Chanaud

[darrenfate]

Just Another Pretty Face

Dean Chance settled into 1B on the aisle, the first row of first class for the long trip from Seattle to Tampa. He was one of the first passengers aboard the Northwest jet, and as he sipped his newly poured rum and coke, Dean began doing what he liked best - people watch.

An inveterate traveler, Dean played the same game he always did - namely to identify the three best looking women on the flight. He watched them all, complete with running commentary. He said it softly to himself, as they walked by one by one.

"Mmmm now there's a looker. Thin asian girl, maybe early twenties. Big brown eyes, small compact breasts with tiny nipples. Nice. Moves to the top of the list. "

"Petite blonde, wearing designer jeans. Has an hourglass figure. Impossibly large chest with that waist. Distant look on her face. As I crane my neck to see her walk by, I admire her walking away. That ass gets her into the top three. "

They kept coming, old and young short and tall. It amused Dean to play this silly game.

"Business woman. Red head. Sharp blue suit, cell phone still attached to her ear. Attractive. Moves to number two on the list!"

The 1A seat next to him was still empty. That was unusual, for Northwest always bumped their frequent flyer passengers up when first class wasn't sold out. Maybe a late connection. Then he saw her. Unconsciously the commentary begins, as the door to the jetway closes behind her.

"A tall brunette woman comes on, pulling a blue and orange wheeled bag. Linen pants that hug every contour of her delicious body. Wait, wait - she is stopping to stow that bag right above me. As she lifts the bag high I get a full unobstructed view of her breasts just inches from my face. Wow. Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new number one."

Dean gets silent as she moves ahead of him. This must be his lucky day! The woman gracefully slides into the open seat. Dean turns on his best sales personality and says well offering a handshake -

You just made it - I'll bet you are glad you don't have to hassle with changing flights! My name is Dean, Dean Chance. And you are ...

If Dean had only known what the future held in store, he would have rather chopped off his hand than shook hers!

 

[chanaud]

Devon Mitchell

Devon turned to the voice with a bored expression. She should have been prepared for the intrusion with a set of earphones set in place, but she was deterred with a phone call just outside the gate, that she didn’t have time to fish them out of her purse. Already at the corner of her eye, she had located the flight attendant. Earplugs and an open book was the only method to deter annoying neighbors wanting to spill their whole life story in just a few hours time.

Upon first glance though, she liked what she saw. His brown eyes sparked her cinnamon ones, and she rewarded him with a dazzling smile.

“Devon. Devon Mitchell.” She answered with a breathless combination of fresh mint and interest. “I only fly nonstop. In my line of business, I’m fortunate to be able to afford the luxury.”

As her slender fingers curled into his, her eyes fell slowly noting the custom Brooks Brothers suit. When she felt his bare fingers, she squeezed his gently. A sigh of relief was barely noticeable escaping her body. Closer she inched. He hadn’t felt this much closeness since the last time he flew coach many, many years ago.

“So, tell me… are you going or leaving home?” She asked. Was her eyes slightly crossed? He wondered....

 

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DEAN

Dean was in sales, and proud of the way he thought he could read people. Unconsciously he appraised her body language. The way she held his gaze told him a lot. Women just don't do that unless they are interested. The fact that she hung onto his hand just a fraction too long. He felt rather than saw her move within his space. Closeness is goodness. It all added up to one thing.

"She wants me" - Dean thought. This is going to be fun. I'll bet she likes to ride on top, and I'm just the man to give this cowgirl a good ride. Dean had the night free, his meetings didn't start until 8:30 the next morning. Perfect.

Devon, a beautiful name - English right?

She nodded her head slightly, never breaking eye contact. Dean continued.

In Tampa for business, three days actually. I'm from Chicago. Never been in Tampa before, looking to see all the sights. Staying at the Hilton Tampa Westshore.

I have two questions for you. One - do you live in Tampa - and two - what does one do in Tampa if the desire is to have an unforgetable experience there - day and night?

Dean rocked back, a smug smile of satisfaction on his face. He patted Devon's hand. He thought he had nailed the opening salvo in his inevitable seduction of the pretty Devon. If all went according to plan, soon he would also nail Devon.

Dean my boy, you have mad skills.

 

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Devon Mitchell

The man’s got mad skills, Devon noticed. His eyes roamed up and down slowly, making love to her body. Normally she would have minded. But Dean was different. He smelled different. He smelled of success and it didn’t hurt he was handsome. He was exactly what she was looking for in a man. Devon, you’ve caught yourself a live one. Don’t lose him.

“Chicago, you say? My main client takes me there at least two days of the week. Maybe we can meet. You know…I’ll show you my town, you show me yours.”

Her round brown eyes questioned his. She smelled sweet like jasmine. Only when his smile widened did she raise the armrest between them.

“There I think this is much more comfy, don’t you think?”

“Why yes. You still haven’t answered my question. What…”

“Don’t’ worry, Dean..” She grabbed his hand and held it softly, caressing his long fingers with the tips of her sharp nails. He shivered. “One only has to be with me in order for it to be unforgettable. All day. All night.”

He grinned madly. She’s a live wet one. He can taste her already.

“First things first. Why don’t you order me a drink? I’ll have what you’re having. And second. I’m chilled and hate to use the community blanket. Germs, you know.” She shuddered at the thought. Her nipples on cue. Her fingers played with his suit jacket, caressing its soft wool.

He got the hint.

“Miss!” He didn't hesitate to call out.

 

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Dean

Two scotches, please. On the rocks

Dean didn't dare ask for any brand name. This was an airline after all. Devon certainly had warmed up to him, although there was something not quite right about the way this was all going down. Dean pushed those ideas aside. His cock ruled and right now it was telling him Devon was "ripe" for the taking.

He had almost laughed out loud when Devon asked for a tit for tat on being shown his city. There was no way he was going to do that because he had already decided to fuck her and dump her on this one trip. She'd never get a chance to see Chi town with him - and Dean hoped the only sights he saw in Tampa was a naked Devon spread out on his king sized hotel bed. Hell, if he was lucky she wouldn't even cost him dinner.

So the plan started to take shape. Ply her with hard liquor then whisk her off to his hotel. Simple, really. It had worked many other times in the past, and Devon would just be the latest in a long string of willing "victims".

As Devon talked though, he could feel her edge. Not like crazy wild I'm going to fuck your brains out vibes - no not like that at all. Her attitude was cool and calculating as if she has her own agenda. Dean felt uneasy again. Devon was saying the right things and certainly physically reacting to him. Still ...Two more rounds came and went, first class has its advantages and the bad feelings subsided.

Devon asked about his work and in a sudden compulsion - Dean lied about three quarters of it. Somehow this very act made Dean feel like he was more in control. About halfway to Tampa Dean dozed off during a long lull in the conversation. As he opened his eyes, he saw Devon staring at him, unblinking. She looked like she was sizing him up.

She snapped out of it as soon as he sat up. She was back to being her normal sexy self. Dean could feel her hand on his soft and comfortable. Another scotch for each of them was in order, Dean wanted Devon plenty buzzed when he made his move. The flight attendant told them that the plane would soon be landing. Time to set the stage Dean old boy.

Devon, you have been such great company! The time has flown by and we are almost on the ground. That's the most enjoyable trip I ever had. When we land why don't you come over to the hotel with me, I'll check in and then the night is ours ...

Devon smiled and slipped out of his jacket, thanking him profusely. As Dean put it back on, he realized his wallet was on the wrong side. Dean always kept it in the left hand side inner pocket, over his heart. The wallet, however, was on the right. Hmmm. Maybe Dean made a mistake that morning. In fact he could not really remember putting the wallet in his jacket at all.

Oh well he had better images with which to occupy his mind. Soon those perfect breasts would be liberated from their confinements, and find a warm welcome wedged firmly in his mouth. Then, oh then Devon the real fun begins ...

She spoke ....

 

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Devon Mitchell

Devon sighed. Though it was slurred, she was waiting to hear those words. But she wanted to know something else. She’s not going to go through this if he’s going to just disappear from her life.

“Tell me one thing…” A dramatic pause followed. His greedy eyes were eyeing her nipples. Thank goodness it was cold. They were standing on cue.

“Anything, Devon.”

“Is this a one night stand?” Without a flicker in his eyes, he looked deep into her eyes. She held her breath, hoping for the right answer.

“Devon…” He whispered. His hands reached out and cupped her face. She thought she would melt right there. She didn’t notice that he was wobbling and needed support. “I’m at a point in my life where I’m too old for one night stands. I want a companion, someone smart, sexy, and beautiful to wake up next to - everyday. Someone who looks like you.” He answered solemnly. A deep sigh escaped her followed by a broad smile.

“I would love to spend the night with you, Dean Chance.” She answered breathlessly.

“Super! Let’s hightail out of here, babe.”

They stood together. Dean slapped her ass, making her squeal.

“My company reserved a room at the Sheraton. I think this occasion calls for an upgrade to a suite.”

She melted at the words. Visions of a honeymoon suite forgave his crude behavior.

 

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Dean

Dean was in luck. The jacuzzi suite was available. He instantly upgraded, thinking that even if his boss rejected his expense report the money would be well worth it.

Top floor, with an expansive view of the bay, the front desk manager had told him. In the elevator, Dean surprised Devon with a full kiss. He moaned when he felt her soft lips on his, and was pleasantly surprised when she slipped him a little tongue.

As they walked down the hall Dean made a silent bet with himself. He would be fucking Devon in X many minutes. Hmmm. 7 was his first thought, no it will take at least ten to fill the jacuzzi. 13 then. Well, she was a lady so he ought to go slow. 15 it is!

Dean laughed out loud at his own private joke.

She looked at him quizzically, and he just shrugged and said -

Devon, you make me a happy man. I may have just met the woman of my dreams!

Dean was rewarded with a huge smile. You are good my boy, very good. The lies he told Devon on the plane were completely forgotten. The fact was that they had worked. A beautiful woman was with him and he was going to get laid!

The instant the door closed, Dean kissed Devon.

She melted in his arms, her breasts full and warm against his chest. He wanted her. Their tongues explored and Dean dropped his hands to Devon's incredible ass. Instantly they found her skirts zipper.

Zzzzzzzziiiiiipppppppppppp

It feel away to her ankles. Unable to restrain himself Dean gave her cheek a big pinch. Instantly her eyes flashed and she stepped back. She looked patently ridiculous there in a green thong and high heeled shoes but otherwise fully dressed.

Sorry baby, its just that you are so beautiful. Come back here Devon, I want this first time to be one that we'll remember fondly ten years from now. C'mere hun.

Her eyes now sparkled with joy as she came to him. He had her hot button now. Longevity.

Dean started to undo her blouse and noticed on his wristwatch that only 6 minutes had passed.

Ahead of schedule ....

 

[chanaud]

Devon Mitchell

Devon was disappointed. Highly disappointed. This wasn’t going according to plan. She had imagined soft lights accompanied with mood music, a bottle of wine from room service, and a long conversation in the Jacuzzi before they graduated into slow, sensual lovemaking.

But Dean had other plans. He was an animal. His hands ripped her clothes off, his mouth… his mouth slobbered all over her body. Ugh! She’s had lovers like him before . They were mostly drunken pickups after last call of alcohol. She had expected more from Dean. She knew she had to control the situation before it got out of hand.

“Dean…” She started as her blouse gave way.

“Oh Mama! Look at those puppies!” He exclaimed. Instantly her binding bra fell off, revealing two full, luscious melons. This is better than he expected, he thought as he wasted no time pushing her breasts together and burying his face into the deep valley of her cleavage.

Despite his barbaric foreplay, she couldn’t help moaning. Dean took the moan as a sign of encouragement and sucked greedily at her right nipple.

“Dean!” Devon gasped aloud, her hands grabbed a fistful of dark hair. “Ohhh..not so rough.”

Dean knew that most women say “no” when they really meant “yes”. And Devon was definitely saying “yes”! This woman was asking for it. Her hips brushed against his hardened cock, making her moan louder. And he was determined to make her cum that way.

“Please…oh pleeeease. slow down.”

Dean groaned, releasing a waterfall of saliva on her heaving breasts. Her fists tightened, hurting his scalp. If he didn’t do something quickly, he would have a bald spot soon. And that would not be good for his future conquests.

A hand pried her legs apart. An incredible amount of wetness poured out, scalding him. Dean couldn’t help smiling. She was purring and humping the air like a cat in heat. When his finger unfolded her labia, her body tensed into a tight coil.

“Oh yessss….yesssss…yesssss!”

Just a tiny spot of cum fell on his finger as she collapsed forward. Dean was disappointed. Highly disappointed. All that work and effort and barely any evidence. He loved it when women cum hard. He loved his women slippery wet. He especially loved a grand finale. And Devon delivered none of those.

Devon, on the other hand, purred.

“Oh, Dean. That was wonderful. The best. I love you!”

 

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Dean

Dean was stunned.

Over?

So soon?

She may look like a million bucks but sexually, she was a zero! Any small doubts Dean may have had about dumping her vanished into the humid Tampa night air.

He better move fast, and try and get some satisfaction on his own before Devon shut down completely. He knew that it would be impossible to ask her to suck him off as he so desparately wanted. Not impossible to ask, just impossible to imagine her sinking to her knees and taking care of his now throbbing erection. He had one more sales job to do. Simply put - get the bitch to fuck him by whatever means it took.

Devon, oh Devon I feel the same way! I love you too Devon!

I want to hold you all night long. After we make long slow love I want to fall asleep still inside you. I want to meld together so tightly that we won't know where I stop and you begin.

Take me Devon.

He pushed on top of her, holding Devon tightly and rolled between her legs. His body weight pushed her legs apart as he kissed her deeply.

Dean felt Devon start to struggle but he started to push against her trying to bulldoze his way inside her dry pussy, he forced his mouth on her hard as she fought to speak. Dean was on the edge of nonconsent but the liquor and his anger clouded his judgement ...

 

[chanaud]

Devon Mitchell

Like a slippery eel, Devon writhed and struggled under him. Her fists pounded in protest against his back. He couldn’t help it, he wanted satisfaction. And the more she struggled, the harder he got.

Somehow Dean grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned it above her head. With the other hand, he pried her thighs apart and slipped inside her warm cocoon.

Devon’s round eyes flew open upon initial penetration. He was huge! Larger than huge! There was no possible way, he get it all in her! Yet he managed. His cock broke through her tight barrier until he was fully buried in her cunt.

Slowly he sawed in and out, his veiny cock causing friction against her tight walls until he got what he wanted – hot liquid gold. Never before had she felt so helpless or so filled. Surprisingly Devon found herself thrusting back. A long moan emitted from the back of her throat. Dean answered back by stabbing her mouth with his tongue. He looked deep into her eyes and saw that all previous protests had evaporated and were replaced by pure lust.

“Ohhh…Deeeean..” She moaned aloud. Dean could feel her body vibrating under him. He thrust harder, and was soon slamming into her. She accepted his assaults and were soon screaming for more.

“Yesss…Give it to me harder…faster!. Her screams were music to his ears. He felt on top of the world. Making this uptight bitch scream for his cock was more satisfying than closing a multi-million dollar sale.

“Oh, Dean! I’m going to cum!!”

Dean stopped suddenly, releasing her wrists. “No, not yet. I want you to roll over.”

Devon whimpered and thrust against him, encouraging him to continue. “No, I want to cum. Now!”

He slipped out and commanded again. “Come on, Devon. I want to take you from behind. It’s the only way I can cum.” He kissed her hard. “Don’t you want to cum together? Together, Devon..”

She whimpered and sighed in resignation. “Okay, Dean. Anything you want.”

 

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DEAN

Dean was now lust crazed, he wanted Devon from behind and he was not going to take anything less. Visions of fucking her linen clad ass had danced in his head for the entire flight and now he was going to make them cum true.

He flipped her over onto all fours. Devon's ass was high in the air, she was whimpering in part fear, part anticipation. Dean knew that she rarely got fucked this way. Hell, he doubted whether any guy ever fucked her in a position other than missionary!

Her ass was magnificent. Full and perfectly round, it jiggled a little as he pulled her against him. He reached up and spanked her bare ass hard, leaving a red hand impression. Instantly, she howled. Dean repeated it on the other cheek. More screams.

His cock was almost bursting in excitement, and he pushed against her wet clit. Stopping only to push her legs a little farther apart, he thrust forward.

Instantly he popped in, sliding slick and full totally inside her.

Dean started pumping furiously, his pent up desire now demanded release. Her ass cheeks dimpled in with each forward thrust, and she started screaming ...

OMG!

OMG!

Dean leaned forward and bit her ear, never stopping fucking Devon. She screamed in pain and surprise. Then he whispered hoarsely -

Devon, this is how we're going to make babies ..... You know what they say - practice makes perfect. So fuck me, like you are already my wife. Fuck me ... yesssssssssssss

With one last gigantic thrust Dean came. His hot cum shot out, wave after wave deep inside her dripping pussy. He didn't know if she came or not. He didn't care. Dean had gotten what he wanted.

His domination of this crazy bitch was complete. Time to dump her ....

 

[chanaud]

Devon Mitchell

“Ohhhh Dean.” She purred, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him soundly. Her body was damp and feverish, her heartbeat singing madly. “That was fucking incredible, the best. Nobody, and I mean nobody had ever made love to me like that before.” She continued, covering his entire face with her damp kisses.

Dean tried to writhe away from her strong hold, but she remained locked to him like a leach.

“Hhmmm… Dean?” Devon asked sweetly.

Surely she didn’t always sound like that, did she? He thought as he managed to untangle her arms from his neck. He rolled over to his back, his eyes started closing with sleepiness. “Hhmmm… yes?”

“Will you make love to me like that in the morning?” Devon leaned to her side, her tight breasts staring at him, the tip of her fingernail trailed down his damp chest..

Shocked, Devon’s eyes flew open. Is she serious? Does she really want an encore? Expecting a trick of some kind, he gazed at her and found nothing but sincerity in her eyes and sweet smile. She did have nice teeth, he thought. Sure, why not? Since she asked so nicely, he’ll fuck her again. And again, and again, and again, until it was time for him to leave, high tail out of Tampa.

“Of course, darlin’. Like I told you, that is how we’ll make babies.”

“Oh, Dean! I love you!!!” She squealed aloud.

Love? Is she serious? They had just met, for Christ’s sake!

With her arms wrapped against his neck, Dean nuzzled his soft neck and purred. “You know, I believe it’s fate that brought us together. Why just last week, a fortune teller told me that I’ll meet my future husband real soon. Of course, I didn’t believe her… Dean? Dean, honey?”

Only his snores answered her. She remained awake throughout the night, imagining her future. Devon Chance. Mrs. Devon Chance. Ms. Devon Mitchell-Chance.

 

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Dean

Dean had slept fitfully. Although he had physically been satisfied, there was an air of unpleasantness over the entire evening that hung palpably in the air. His own words had caused much of this atmosphere - the blatant lies and come ons just to fuck this woman were just not to be supported in the light of day.

Still, she had a great body and with some practice Dean was sure he could teach her to becoming a virtual fucking machine. Dean knew what lesson one would be! She could start by shutting the fuck up and letting him pound her the way he wanted! It was these thoughts that made him open his eyes.

The first rays of the dawn now lit the sky. He always slept with the curtains wide open, and to accomodate this little quirk of his Dean asked for a high floor to retain his privacy. Devon was spooned up against him a cherubic smile on her face as he realized his arms held her fast to him. She looked secure and protected.

Slipping away from her Dean pulled back. He let his eyes rake over her nude figure. She really was in terrific shape, the graceful slope of her back led to the full round ass cheeks that he had so fully enjoyed making ripple last night. He felt himself growing hard again, dreaming of his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

He ought to shower and leave her now. He could slip away and check out never to see her again. He packed quickly and set his clothes by the door. This was the plan last night after all. Still, that ass beckoned again and his flesh was weak. He slid back close to her and lifting her leg slipped inside her. He was surprised at how wet she still was. He began to rock in and out, faster and faster.

Devon began to moan then her eyes sprang open. Deam put a big hand over her mouth. Lesson one.

Shhhhh Devon. I promised I'd make love to you again in the morning, and its morning babe. I wnat you just like this ....

Dean was only interested in his own gratification and he wasted no time in preambles. Harder and harder he pushed, one hand over her mouth, the other on her upturned hip. Slamming into her now, he came deep inside her.

Damn Ohhhh Dana, er Devon ... You are incredible!

He finally let his hand go from her mouth, and he whispered ...

I'm going to take a shower ... go back to sleep beautiful.

Dean hopped up and turned into the bathroom, ignoring the fact that Devon was saying something. He ignored her, and turned the water on hot.

Jumping in he let the steaming water cascade done his body. Nice fuck. A 7 out of 10. Time to move on. He started thinking about the calls he had to make that morning and was soon lost in his mind's business world ...