TX U S 69 Hook-Up by Mike Austin
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IV.
I followed the two ALPHAS to Rick's truck, got in the backseat as they took the front buckets. We made the short drive to the hangar to test the lift off and landing before heading to eat. Carl made sure he'd already tested it before we arrived. I remained in the backseat watching Rick lift off, hover, maneuver and land. I watched Tom and Carl talking, first obviously about the test flight and then both looked at me in the backseat a few times, laughed and shook hands. Rick landed and secured the chopper, shook Carl's hand, smacked him on the back, then Carl locked the hangar and joined me in the backseat as we headed to The Schooner. Carl sat legs wide-spread. I glanced at his torso, let my eyes drop to his crotch and tried not being obvious. He was an awesome man. His scent, blend of hydraulic fluids, sweat, and testosterone, filled my senses. His torso filled my imagery. We went to the dining room and were seated, the waitstaff took our orders and brought us crackers and soon after our shrimp cocktail orders arrived. Rick and Tom had the Mexi Shrimp cocktails, with extra spices while Carl and had the traditional version. I made a point of slowly sucking the large, boiled and peeled shrimp in as sexual a manner as possible in public. Rick and Tom started laughing a little, then Carl caught on and grinned some, shook his head and chuckled some too. His mumble "m..be..lar" was too soft for other diners to hear, but was loud and clear for me. "MMMMMOKK" I uttered. Carl grinned again. Soon the appetizer plates were cleared away, our orders delivered and we settled into a food feast. Rick's cell rang just as we got our check. He paid, we left and returned to the hangar. Carl thanked him again for supper, as did Tom, winked my way, "sorry boi, duty calls, but Carl will get you back to the hotel" and he handed Carl his card key and went on "take god care of MY ACE MECHANIC" then turned to Carl, "use him right; we'll see you Sunday boi" and with that Rick and Tom boarded their choppers, each lit up, the blades began their swirl and the rotor engaged as the thud thud thud then whine whine whine filled the air. "Great sound there boi" Carl re-enforced, "only one better's a white boi moanin loud when getting a black dickin". The pair of choppers lifted away, paused, turned southwest, tipped forward slightly and moved away from the hangar pad and airport. I watched their alternating lights blink away into the night. The silence was broken by an approaching Southwest flight. Carl and I stood outside the hangar and watched it land, taxi in and the jetway reposition to the front cabin door, then turned and I followed Carl around the hangar to his pick-up. Once inside, Carl spoke with the card key in his hand, sort of using it to point the air as a reinforcement of Rick's instructions to me, "you know you're mine right" ? "YES SIR" I said proudly. Rick had shared me with Tom and will soon with Carl. Rick is SO RIGHT FOR ME, I thought.....................A THIRD ALPHA in one weekend, how can I have been so fortunate I considered!!!
Back at the hotel, we walked through the lobby. The Latino desk clerk noted me and nodded, then sort of raised his head back a bit knowingly, as he looked to Carl and back to me again, as we waited for the elevator. Carl used the card key and entered the cool room. Once inside, he shoved me against the wall, worked my Tshirt up and off, began chewing my nips, grabbing my ass through my jeans, then up to my mouth and drove his tongue deep to the edge of my throat. His huge hands grabbed my crotch and squeezed, I moaned in heat, pain and passion and he squeezed my sub-nads hard again and twisted. Even through my jeans, my sack hung free down my leg and were easy targets for ANY ALPHA. I clawed his back, tried hiking my right leg up and around his hip. He slapped my leg away, and spat out "I'll get to that when I'm ready and not before ya hear me BOI"? "Yes SIR" I spoke apologetically. "Strip down now" directed. I did. "Turn around and show me your ass", I did as ordered, then came "UH HUH, yeah I can do that deep, now show your pussy" I did and bent over arching my back. He saw the end of the plug and my ring puckered around the base, and went on "Yeah sure gonna get that outta the way for this big ol dick o mine" and groped his crotch. I noted the swollen tube down his right leg, much larger than when he was riding next to me in the truck. He reached to the base and pulled out, then just as quickly teased it in and out in and out in and out until I was dizzy from stimulation and just as swollen, perhaps even more so. Carl worked my hole with the tip of the plug, just teasing me, saying "I like watchin your cuntlips respond to a touch, know your hole's gonna feel real fine wrapped around my ol dick". I was gasping from anticipation when he stood up and of course at 6'5" he towered over me. He shoved my shoulders down, I dropped to my knees. He pulled his dick out, stroked the heavy uncut blue-black tube and teased me with his awesome purple head. After slow stroking in front of my face, he told me to tilt back some and show him my throat cunt, which I did. "Stick yo tongue out, boi" he directed and then fed his head to the tip of my tongue, with one word, "lick" and I did repeatedly lapping his voluminous pre-cum from his slit before he deep dicked my throat burying to is awesome dense pubes. My face was buried in his crotch, my mind and sense delirious. I strained to not reach around and grab his ass to help his face-fuck of me, but maintained a submissive position on my knees getting skull-fucked. After what seemed a ½ hour, he pulled back, his now 10+" x 6+" thick was engorged and cantilevered from his crotch and as he walked to the head, his huge dick swelled and throbbed side to side. "Get in here" he called. I did and began to kneel beside him as I did Rick and Tom, "no you stupid slut get in the shower" he ordered. I did and came "down on your back, legs up n pussy up" he continued. Suddenly the log cock dropped slowly and grabbing it, he aimed the hard hot stream on my chest, my crotch and finished at my hole. The hot stream stimulated my hole and all its nerve endings. He demanded, "put it out, show it off" as I strained to work my ring for his viewing pleasure. I lay in his piss pool. He scooped up some with his right hand, fingered my hole deep and roughly, punishing my G-spot as he had me suck the fingers of his left hand. I was in bliss. He then joined me in the shower. In a long shower together, I sucked his cock, rimmed him and pleaded to be fucked, submissive to this AWESOME ALPHA.
The shower over, I dried him, he led me to the bed, told me to empty my tote. He stood over me, going through the assorted gear I'd brought along. "Kneel" came his one word command. I did. He put two clips on each nipple. I thanked him after each clamp bit into flesh. These clamps were situated to the outer and inside edge of each tit, leaving the end of each nipple still exposed. "Get my jeans boi" I started to stand and again a one word command "crawl" I complied and returned with his jeans, so wanting to put my face and head inside their crotch. He reached in his right pocket and pulled out a length of chain with a toothed- nipple clamp on each end. He leaned forward, thumbed my right tit, scratched the expose tit end and slowly closed the toothed-clamp on my exposed flesh. Immediately I responded in pain "thank YOU SIR", before he moved to repeat the slow attachment to my left tit; followed again by "THANK YOU SIR". "Now up on all 4s on the bed, present yourself", he stated flatly. I was up shown on all 4s for his view. He stroked my body and felt it as a judge in a dog show senses his contestant. I did NOT move. His rough huge hands stroked the back of my head, my neck and shoulder blades, my waist, hips, glutes, trench, hole, back of my thighs, my calves, ankles feet and then with his other hand reached between my legs to grab my sack and pulled down hard on my sub-bag and swollen nads then up to my burning nipples as he tugged on the chain, linking the two ends of toothed-clamps. Through clenched teeth I offered "THANK YOU SIR" as often as I could. I saw in the full length mirror, that Carl's cock was again steel hard and dripping pre-cum from his gaping slit. His cock looked like a large crane extended out against the sky. "Lube" he questioned, "in the nightstand drawer SIR" he walked there and returned in just a few steps, during which time I did NOT flinch, but waited eagerly. Again the squirt squirt squirt of the cold lube along my trench and rubbed around and into my hole. I remained fixed as I saw in the mirror, Carl stroke lube along his shaft and swing it in the air, like a club. He swatted my cheeks and stroked the huge head up and down against my hole, teasing me. Teasing my hole, then reached around and took hold of the chain that controlled the nip pain, "what're these for boi", "to tease my hole, make it needy to be used, to be FUCKED SIR" I responded. He went on " you mean YOUR PUSSY slut"? "Yes SIR MY PUSSY SIR, YOURS" I closed and let the huge head pry me open and begin to bore deeper and deeper, opening me. "tighten it boi" he demanded and I gripped in pain and he resumed his fuck, picking up speed and boring my hole, uh pussy, open and wider. He made sort of a growl sound as he got into ramming me hard, making me bounce on the bed and rock back and forth. His power thrusts with his height and build were stunning!!!!! I'd never been fucked that hard and by such a huge dick. I recall craving more and wanted the fuck to not end!!! How would 2 of the three ALPHAS ever use me with Carl having the size dick he swung? His passion grew and his moans got louder as his fuck intensified. He repeated often, "that's it slut, take it deeper bitch, you want that power cum, tell me, say it" I responded to each query and that turned him on to the point that he shoved me hard and I fell forward, he collapsed over me pinning me to the bed as he exploded cum, deep in me. His chest panting, his body arcing a bit as he spasmed the end of his load in me. He breathed easier after a few minutes laying atop me. When he pulled out, my hurt caused a cryout as he slowly, tortuously withdrew. I buried my head in the mattress as he toyed with me, then spanked his heavy dick across my glutes. When he ordered me to arch my back up and show my pussy, I did with a LOT of difficulty. He thumbed what he'd just fucked, swatted my ass again told me to go get the plug and then stuffed it back in me. Suddenly the plug was miniscule compared to Carl's cock. We both showered, he dressed and said he was going out for food. It was 11p.m. and we'd been at hard sex for four hours; "he'd hit McDonalds, what did I want" came his statement of fact, I stood reached for my wallet and handed over 2 $20 bills, 2 chicken sandwiches, 2 fries and a sweet tea please SIR" all I could utter. He left and in the distant end of the hallway, I heard the elevator call bell ring. I fell asleep but woke at 1:30 a.m. my McDonald's order sitting on the small café table by the window. Carl was gone and I felt so alone. It was at 4:30 a.m. when I was awakened by two voices, I knew it was Rick and Tom entering the room. I sat up, still naked, plugged and still full of Carl's cum. The ass pain rocketed my head.
Rick queried, "were you to Carl boi" I nodded yes. The two men took turns using my mouth then showered and told me to wake them in 4 hours that they had another set of runs to make beginning at 10. I knew not to remain in bed but gave them the full king to rest. In no time both ALPHAS were snoring deeply. I sat at the table looking out the window, drinking some instant coffee, still aching badly but not alone. I wondered, why had Carl left? Why? Realizing that if they had time to use me before returning to work, that I'd probably have to rely on their return to the airport, for a ride to catch my plane. As such, I made sure I was cleaned up, packed and dressed before the designated wake up at 8:30. Neither had time for me. They hurriedly dressed, we made our way downstairs, ate at the breakfast bar then headed to the airport. Rick dropped me at the terminal entry, told me to plan on next weekend and details would follow, I saluted both ALPHAS and they sped away, turning at the security gate to the row of hangars and their waiting choppers. I entered the terminal, checked in and sat waiting for the midday flight home that I was assured I could make. While waiting, I stood at the broad expanse of windows overlooking the field and hangars and watched the pair of choppers lift, hover and again dip before turning southeast, away from the field. I watched until they disappeared.