Flow of Passion (Revised) Ch. 4 by FantasyTime
Dive into the intoxicating world of “Flow of Passion (Revised) Ch. 4” by FantasyTime, where desire knows no bounds. Unleash your fantasies as the characters entangle in a whirlwind of sensual encounters and emotional exploration. Get ready to be captivated by steamy moments and unexpected twists that will leave you breathless. Don’t miss out on an unforgettable journey of pleasure!
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WARNING: This is a fetish story and it’s a bit graphic. This is a story written in collaboration with another writer and friend. Thank you Savvin for helping write this story and also editing it. If you are not a fan of fetish, then PLEASE STOP HERE.
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Flora sat on the plane. Her heart pounding, she was terrified. She had never flown any place and now she was flying to see her lover. This trip was a long time coming. She recalled Savvin’s last visit. He loved her long and hard. He worshipped all of her holes. Taking extra time to kiss and caress her bum, Savvin made sure she was satiated. Her clean shaven cunt was constantly wet, ready, and waiting for him. Thinking about Savvin and his magical tongue distracted her, and she calmed down. Soon, her body hummed as she imagined all of the haughty things her love would do to her once they saw each other again.
Her plane was to take her to Mumbai known earlier as Bombay. The flight was too long and soon she was weary–constantly adjusting her position in the cramped seat. Her ample bum was becoming sore and constant shifting was not helpful. The elderly man sitting next to her was getting the feel of her soft buttocks now and then. He was not bothering her but obviously enjoying the feel of Flora’s soft flesh. One particular flight hostess was taking special interest in Flora or so she felt. The hostess whose name Claire was on on the badge of her top smilingly asked time and again if Flora wanted anything. She also inquired about if she was comfortable.
As the craft neared Mumbai Flora’s mind was flooded with her trysts with her lover Savvin. She remembered how he loved her soft generous buns. He even loved to finger her tight asshole and did not mind licking it. Flora too loved his actions.
Remembering her sexperiments with Savvin, she was aroused. Her cunt was throbbing inside her dress. Savvin had asked her to wear light thin clothes as it was quite hot in India and she would be uncomfortable in tight clothes after landing. Flora had worn a thin panty and a thin pair of smoke grey slacks which were up to her knees. Though she wanted to wear something loose she could not because she simply did not have such a piece and did not get enough time to buy one. They fitted tightly over her abdomen and neatly showed her bottom contours.
Flora became so overwhelmingly excited as she dreamed of Savvin licking her bottom, asshole and ultimately her cunt that her cunt started overflowing. Juices from her pussy came out of her thin panty and also thin slacks. She noticed a dark patch of her juice on the crotch. She was embarrassed and tried to cover her thighs with the newspaper but not before Claire had noticed it.
“Is there a problem, Ma’am?” she asked smilingly and pointedly.
“No, no. It’s okay,” Flo replied.
Claire smiled and went away. The elderly man on her side also must have become conscious of Flora’s juices if not by seeing it but possibly by getting the scent of her cunt juices.
As luck would have it Flora needed to pee. She managed to avoid visiting the loo immediately hoping that the dark patch of her pussy juice would dry out. Soon her urge to pee and perhaps relieve her bowels also became uncontrollable and she became restless. She picked her handbag and got up. She went into the tiny corridor across where four toilets were situated. All were occupied and she had to wait standing in the corridor which was not visible to the passengers.
Claire came and noticed Flora’s difficulty. She stood in front of her in the narrow corridor. Suddenly the plane shook and Flora found herself in Claire’s arms who took full advantage of the situations and embraced and kissed Flora passionately. Clair whispered, “Come to my steward’s special closet where you can relieve and even change.”
Flora nodded and obediently walked behind Claire to her closet.
Curious and excited, Flora followed Clair. Flora was on her in an instant. Her hands eagerly groped for the hot wet spot hidden between Clair’s thighs. Both women groaned when her fingers gripped Clair’s hairy mound. Her hair was drenched, soaking Flora’s fingers. Not to be undone, Clair too sought out Flora’s hotbox. Stroking her hairless cunt, Clair moaned in ecstasy.
Both women were so wrapped in one another; neither realized that their amorous ventures was pretty loud. Soon, another stewardess knocked to want them. Pulling apart, Flora and Clair stared at each other.
The two waited a beat. Then they walked back out. All eyes watched them as Flora returned to her seat. The older gentleman smiled and winked at her.
“If I was a bit younger, I would give her a run for her money.” He teased.
Flora blushed. She couldn’t believe all of the people on the plane heard them. She closed her eyes and thought of her lover, the lover waiting for her in Mumbai. Would he be as eager as she to get someplace alone. Or would he want to spend time catching up.
She prayed for the first. If he tried to do anything but fuck her, she was resorting to rape.
Savvin had the most amazing cock. It fit inside of her fat cunt perfectly. With each short stroke, he brought her closer and closer to a mind-numbing orgasm. For almost a year she masturbated to memories of his cock, fingers, and tongue. Soon, Savvin she thought.
Soon she was going to straddle him and fuck him hard, so hard that he might be paralyzed for a little while. Her cunt burned, needing a hard cock, Clair had helped, but nothing was as good as a hard cock.
Soon the plane reached its destination and the passengers unloaded. Everyone was happy because the hours long flight took its toll on them. Arriving in India, Flora was nervous. She has red do much shot this country and was excited to be exposed to the culture of eh the region. Then she saw him, her dream, Savvin standing, waiting for her. He was so handsome that she took a moment and just watched him.
He did not see her at first. So he looked around frantically searching for her. Soon she approached hugging him from behind.
Savvin gasped and hugged her in return. Then they separated. Flo was self conscious. She was not a model-sized beauty and worried about embarrassing him. In America, her body image mattered, as plus sized women were often eyed with distaste. But here in his home, she did not want to cause him shame. Savvin sighed because he hated the way she saw herself. If she could see what he saw, she’d see nothing but beauty.
His beautiful flower worried so much about what other’s thought, when it did not matter to him in any way.