#etherafayel

Screwing Pilot Caleb as a flight attendant 

“Good evening… pre-boarding announcement…” 

You claw at the bathroom walls. You try to listen to the intercom outside but your ears are tuning in and out. 

“…Begin boarding soon… Please… Identification ready… Thank you.”

The series of chimes echoes throughout the airport amongst light chatter of those who approach their boarding gates. 

You’re more focused on the nails slightly digging into the skin of your hips. The fat cock being slammed into your pussy from behind repeatedly.

“Did you catch tha- that announcement?” You try to ask between thrusts but he seems to just pick up the pace.

“Nah. No flights are leavin’ without their pilot, are they?” Caleb raises an eyebrow. He suddenly pulls out causing you to whine, loudly.

“Caleeebbbb, why’d you pull out?”

You try and wiggle your hips to have him resume fucking you. The hot mushroom head of his cock drags between your folds and coats everything in his pre-cum.

“I like seeing you squirm,” he says with a grin.

“Not fair, I have a job to get to…”

“Should I send you off like this?” Caleb muses, grabbing a handful of your ass before giving it a smack. You try to shuffle yourself back despite the restraints of your work uniform pooled around your ankles. 

“I’ll never hook up with you again,” you straighten, turning to face him. 

Caleb leans his arm right next to your head, closing the gap between your faces until your noses are touching. 

“Alright, alright. Lesson learned,” Caleb murmurs. He captures your lips with his, his hands making home back onto your hips and he slightly lifts you to rest your back against the wall.

You ever-so gently scratch the nape of his neck as he drags his length against your clit. He groans before fully setting you down on his dick again. It’s so relieving to be full again you could almost cry. 

“That good?” Caleb rasps. His pilot cap tilts down from his head, obstructing his view of you. He’s quick to swipe it away from blocking his eyes and he drops it on your head instead. 

“Good… good, yeah…” You practically babble, cock-drunk from the pilot’s fierce pace. He guides you up and down on his cock, balls slapping against your ass with sharp sounds. 

Every blunt kiss to your g-spot by his cock elicited sounds from you that are way too inappropriate for a public setting. His eyes are fixed on the way your pussy lips hug his length, welcoming every inch inside. 

“Don-… My uniform…” You try to say a coherent sentence but it doesn’t come out that way. His cap on your head jumps with each thrust. 

“I’ll try not to,” Caleb grunts, still understanding what you were trying to say. With a last, more sloppy thrust, he finally gives up his load. His way to not dirty your uniform was to keep his dick inside you as you both finished. Your pussy clenches around him, not wanting to let go.

You both take a moment to catch your breath, just looking at each other.  

Caleb handles you gently as he sets you down and cleans you with some toilet paper in the stall. He pulls your skirt up, fixes your handkerchief and wipes away the smeared lipstick on your face. 

“You have a little something…” You try to point out the lipstick on his skin but it’s far from just a little bit. It’s all over his face and neck. Every smudge of red blended into his tanned skin. 

“I’ll take care of it later,” he says, taking his cap back and fixing it back on his head. He pauses before pecking your lips.

“I’ll see you later then.” 

Caleb leaves the stall, a dishevelled version of the confidently esteemed pilot that entered the airport this morning.

You’ll both have to fix yourselves after that encounter. You couldn’t wait until the next time you could reunite with your favourite pilot.

Xavier comes home after a 40 minute shift, 10 minutes longer than usual. You’re lazing around on the couch when he comes home by climbing through the window. 

“Hey.”

You look over at your husband, all sluggish and out of breath. 

“Tough day?”

Xavier doesn’t flop down next to you. He doesn’t go straight to bed either. Instead, he stands in front of you.

“I can’t see the TV,” you complain. 

His blue eyes look exceptionally round as he looks down at you. He lowers himself on his knees.

“Let me eat you out,” he says, almost pleading. His hands gently pry your knees apart. 

“Eh? Right now?”

“Can I? Please? I need to de-stress.”

There’s no saying ‘no’ to those eyes at all. He has you laid on the couch, your thighs hugging his head. He thumbs at your clit, nose nudging against your panties before he pulls them aside. The first lick was more relief to him than it was to you. 

He paints little flicks all over your folds with his tongue. He parts them with his fingers, trickling more of his spit down your pussy. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he husks. He finally directs his lips around your clit and gives it a small suckle. He rolls his tongue around the nerve, making it pulse and send sharp relaxing vibrations through your body. 

“There!” You heave out, keeping his head right where you want it by weaving your fingers through his hair. He keeps at it, letting out some satisfactory moans the more he gets to taste you and really make you feel good. 

He lets his spit dribble all over until your pussy’s practically drooling from it. He uses the slick to glide faster up and down your folds from your clit to your hole. 

When you let out a more whiny moan, Xavier really focuses on his tongue rapidly flicking over the bud. The pleasure shoots up your spine to your neck. 

With a final grip to his hair and your head thrown back against the armrest of the couch, your body finally goes lax and the knot in your body comes undone. 

“Thank you,” Xavier says with a small kiss to your inner thigh. 

“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”

“Maybe. But I really needed this.”

You have a problem. An issue that you didn’t foresee at all. 

When you introduced Rafayel to Caleb, they were at each other’s throats almost immediately. Snarky remarks, subtly tripping each other, stealing your time and attention to themselves. That was something you expected. This wasn’t the issue.

The issue arose when you forced them to hang out once. They instantly became best friends. 

At first, it was great. The closest person in your life, Caleb, finally got along with a friend of yours who’s another guy. He never liked any of them, always finding a way to bat them away and occupy you only to himself. So when you saw him in a good mood while dropping you home after the first outing with you and Rafayel, you felt triumph. 

Then they exchanged numbers and started talking. 

Wearing an aphrodisiac perfume for your husband, Xavier. 

You spritzed a bit of the scent onto your neck, a little hesitant to do any more than that. You’ve seen videos about this perfume online before but it has always been difficult to discern if it’s genuine or just a marketing tactic. 

When your husband brushed past you in the living room while you were folding laundry, you immediately appointed the perfume as a scam. 

“Do you smell that, dear?” 

You look over to Xavier who’s sniffing the air, his nose twitching like a bunny catching the scent of fresh produce. 

“No…?” You shake your head. 

Xavier comes back closer to you, sniffing around your form. 

“It’s you,” he says. Within his vibrant blue eyes it was fairly easy to catch the way his pupils dilate.

You take back your words in a flash. The perfume wasn’t a scam at all. You sigh in relief that your money wasn’t wasted.

“Do I smell bad?” You feign ignorance. Xavier was making it easy until his large hands stilled you by the waist and tugged you close. He nudged his face closer to the crook of your neck and almost groaned.

“Not at all,” he murmurs. “What is this? You smell… irresistible.”

Xavier couldn’t let you go at all. Not even to finish folding all the laundry.

He had you pressed up against the couch, whispering little compliments and asking you to shed off more and more clothing. 

Soon enough, he had your legs wrapped around his body sitting above his hips. He slowly guided himself in and out. All the while, he keeps his nose along your body. In your neck, down your chest, at your navel. 

You could barely feel the small sensations with the way he’s slamming his cock into you. It’s a very irregular pattern as he’s more focused on the smell and taste of you. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit when you felt Xavier trace his tongue along your collarbone. “Sorry, you’re just…” Xavier breathes in. He can’t even finish his sentence, it’s as if he’s dizzy on just you. He quickens suddenly, the soft plaps of skin against skin reaching your ears along with the heavy breaths coming from Xavier. 

When he gives one final thrust, he folds his body over you. But his nose keeps trailing over your jaw and down your neck with a few kisses. “I know it’s an aphrodisiac perfume,” Xavier whispers. Your eyebrows furrow at the sudden confession. “How–” 

“I saw it on your vanity. It’s… very effective. You should wear it more.”

When he got a new neighbour, he never expected for it to be one of the cutest girls he’s ever laid his eyes on. Something about her inheriting her late grandfather’s land. Truth be told, his mind was hazy once he caught a glimpse of her ass filling out those denim shorts. 

He often came around to check in on how you were coping with the new responsibility of handling a farm. You weren’t clueless, you had visited your grandfather a few times before. When you directed a snarky comment his way or rolled your eyes at his teases, he couldn’t help but feel a little tight in the trousers. 

Caleb is obsessed with the shade of your lipstick. Something he sees once in a while when he catches you going to run an errand in the city. His eyes stayed fixed on your lips as you rambled on about the difference between city life and country life. 

He imagined that shade of lipstick leaving stained kisses on his dick before you engulfed the length to your throat.  He loved to fantasize about you, leading to him thrusting into his hand chasing a desperate release. But now… now it has all come to fruition. Your ankles are hooked onto his broad shoulders, thighs held apart by his large hands as he rubbed his leaking tip between your folds. He could cum from this alone, seeing you beneath him like this.

He’s completely naked, while you still have your shirt on. Your bottoms are discarded by the bed and your panties were torn before he tugged them off like they personally offended him. 

You’re simply a mess. Dishevelled, panting, clawing your fingers against his chest and he absolutely revels in it. Caleb loves seeing you so eager, aching for all of him. 

“Caleb… Ca… Caleb…” You manage to whisper between small pants. “Yes?” He asks, arching an eyebrow mischievously. He squeezed your thighs, feeling your plush skin against his own. You whine. “Please… Stop depriving me. I need this, please,” you cover your face with your hands. You feel embarrassed that Caleb is leaving you in this position but you can’t help it. 

Caleb smirks. The type of smirk you would slap out of him on any other day. You grit your teeth, so close to saying something but you gasped.

His tip breached your entrance. Just the tip, teasing it in and pulling it out again. He could feel your slick as he did, he wanted more. His thumb found your clit, massaging the nub in circles. You arched your back, biting your lips as you felt driven near to tears. “Caleb!” You plead. His thumb slows down. You tried to muster another argument, but he was already sliding in. “Relax, sweetheart. I need this too,” he says. He sheaths himself into you. His cock sits heavy inside you, every ridge and vein snug in your pussy. It was like a dam broke. It was too good. Too stimulating. 

“You’re taking it so well,” he praises, dragging his dick out. He can’t help himself. All those memories of helplessly shooting loads into his hand at the thought of you possessed him to thrust his hips forward. 

His pace was unforgiving.

Pump after pump of slick and precum sticks to your thighs as he consistently drives his dick right into your pussy. 

“So good, so good!” 

He leans down and captures your lips in his. The kiss is sloppy and only lasts a few seconds before you both part with lust-drunk eyes pouring into each other. He tries to change his angle until he finds that squishy part in you that makes you simply feel like reaching ascension. 

You dig your nails slightly into the pillow beneath your head. Your voice comes out a little hoarser when his name spills out of your lips with louder moans. 

“That’s it sweetheart. You gonna cum? Drench my cock with it?” His fingers dig into your hips for a moment before bracing themselves next to your head. He somehow started thrusting even faster right into your g-spot. The squelching from your arousal and his reaches your ears, it’s the filthiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

Your whole body rocks with each thrust. His name never fails to leave your lips, your eyes squeeze shut and you’re just about to cum now. 

He makes sure to leave it in as he feels his muscles relax with relief. Caleb looks down and sees the mess you both made. He did that. He is responsible for the remnants of cum dripping onto the sheets below. He makes sure to massage your legs as they collapse back down from the height of his shoulders.

“You did so well, darlin’,” he breathes out in awe. “We gotta do that again.” 

Vampire Sylus and his elderly wife (who he loves infinitely).

Sylus is an almost 200 year old vampire, yet looks like a human in his twenties. He’s happily married to his now almost 80 year old wife.

The towering 6’2” man holds a hair tie between his fangs, sitting on the floor as his wife combs her fingers through his hair. You, who has been with Sylus since you were in your late twenties and promised to spend your life with him. Your fingers comb through cascading silver locks, parting them into small sections and intertwining them into a braid. “Are you almost done?” Sylus asks when he feels your hands travelling through the lower part of his hair.

“Forgive my old eyes, honey. I’m only halfway there.” 

Sylus leans his head back to rest on your knee. His eyes scan over your features with a hint of something that can’t be described as anything short of admiration.  

Unprompted, he speaks, “you look exceptionally gorgeous today, sweetie. Have I told you that yet?”

You couldn’t help but feel both flustered and embarrassed by the compliment. You push his head back forward.

“Don’t say such ridiculous things, Sylus.”

He only gasps. A sound of pure offense that came from the vampire.

“I must remind you that you are my gorgeous wife. How is that ridiculous?” 

You pluck the hair tie from where it had fallen in his hands and you tie up the last end of his braided hair. Sylus uses this as an opportunity to fully turn his body towards you. 

“This old lady is hardly as beautiful as she used to be.”

“…No,” Sylus pouts. 

“No?” You blink. 

“You’re the most beautiful person in the entire world. My heart is overwhelmed with love for you so I must let it out,” Sylus says as he takes your hand in his. He guides your palm to nuzzle against his cheek.

He presses a kiss against your hand. He murmurs, “my dear wife.”

“Say dada!” 

“Mama!” 

“Da-da.”

“Mama.” 

Small grabby hands are aimed at Rafayel, who pouts and shakes his head adamantly at his daughter who has already seemed to pick a favourite parent.

“Noo, no cuddles or kisses until you call my name and not mama’s…” Rafayel murmurs, flicking a fine-detail paintbrush to the baby’s nose. She giggles at the ticklish sensation, reaching to itch her nose where the bristles had brushed against her skin. ‘Nose’ is actually an overstatement, because it’s barely a peak with two holes for breathing. 

“Say dada, baby. Please? For your old man?” Rafayel pleads, nuzzling his nose against her hair. All four of her limbs fly upwards as she grows restless of her father’s boring games to make her call him. 

“It’s easier to say than mama! I don’t understand,” he tries again.

“Mama! Mama! Mama!” She chants, like a little storm not willing to back down. Rafayel crosses his arms, trying to make it clear that he’s unhappy with the baby at the moment. 

After some more fussing, Rafayel concedes and lets her out of the bouncer. He melts at her little wordless demands, no matter how petty he might be feeling from not hearing ‘dada’ coming from her. 

The baby roams around the playmat, reaching for various toys to play with. Rafayel being the meanie he is, takes the plush toy and puts it further away from her every time she’s close to reaching it. With a whine of annoyance she glares at her dad before proceeding to crawl to the toy again. Rafayel moves it further. 

“Okay, okay, I won’t do it again,” he relents, putting his hands up. His daughter cautiously approaches the toy and waits a second for Rafayel to move it. When he doesn’t, she pushes herself back to sit by it and reach out to play with it. 

He plucks it from her hands and places it behind her. 

Her little face practically turns red. 

“Dada!” She yells, with all the power in her lungs. The room pauses. Rafayel’s eyes widen, before the biggest grin breaks across his face. 

“Yes! Yes, it’s dada!” He points to himself, excitedly laying on his stomach to be at eye level with his daughter. Rafayel scoops his hand behind her, pulling her closer to place a triumphant kiss to her cheek but the chubby hand that slaps his cheek stops him from doing otherwise. 

“Oh.” 

Rafayel puckers his lips, staying still to lure his daughter closer. 

“Why don’t you say dada again?” He prods. He leans closer but the baby has clearly had enough of him. She looks away to the stuffed toy, preferring to reach for that instead. 

“Dada…” He hears her murmur, but in a rather distasteful tone. It’s a small victory, but it doesn’t sound nearly as joyful as any time she has cheered or chanted ‘mama’. 

“I think she’s associating negative emotions with dada…” Rafayel whines after a long day of spending time with his daughter and analysing when she calls for ‘mama’ and when she calls for ‘dada’. 

“I told you to stop annoying her,” you flick Rafayel’s head. He rolls over on the couch, curling up into a ball of disappointment.

“I just wanted her to call for me. Is that too much to ask?!” 

You sigh, sitting near Rafayel’s legs and providing empathetic pats to his back. If your daughter started using your name as an exclamation of anger, you would probably be dejected by it as well.

Your husband tries again. He turns around, hanging his head over the edge of the couch. An exaggerated pout hangs on his lips as he watches his daughter play with a rattle. She drops it, and immediately loses it. 

“Dada!” She says angrily. Huffing, she reaches for the toy again with the slightest furrow in her brows.  You’re left consoling the babbling father again over your daughter’s new habit that is all his fault.

Bunny!Xavier who’s absolutely relentless when he’s fucking you. He usually has you in his favourite positions; knees pressed up to your chest, ass up face down, or straddling him with the illusion of control until he has you bouncing in his lap at his command. 

He doesn’t experience ‘heat cycles’, so he’s mostly trained himself to seek you out based on your ovulation cycle instead. Around that window of time, he becomes extra needy knowing that you would lean into any whim of his. 

It’s that time of the month for you, but you’re not home. Two weeks since you had sex with Xavier and there’s no doubt he’s getting impatient. His foot taps insistently on the ground when he’s sitting on the couch trying to watch TV. His nose twitches to any familiar scent of you floating around your bedroom. 

He steps into your shared space, splaying his hands against the mattress and slowly slides down against it until he’s laying down. A deep inhale comes from the bunny as he tries to absorb any smell of you that’s left against the sheets. 

“When is she coming home,” he sadly mumbles, face completely sunk into your pillow. All this waiting for you to come back is making him more restless. His cock strains against his shorts, causing his hips to absentmindedly rub up and down against the mattress for some friction. 

The thing that exudes your scent the most in his proximity is your pillow. It isn’t exactly his fault when he wedges it between his legs and continues rubbing up against it. His actions lead to him dry-humping your pillow, imagining that you were there under him, although something was missing. He wanted to hear your moans. He needed to feel your nails digging into his shoulders. But he kept humping anyway. 

He was so caught up in imagining your presence, he didn’t realise your actual presence in the room until his ears picked up the sound of you clearing your throat. 

“Ah, you’re back,” he says, backing up against the bed. His ears lower in embarrassment along with the slightly flushed hue in his cheeks.

“What’s the matter, bunny?” You ask him, practically stalking towards the bed. “Did you miss me?” 

His ears straighten along with his back. “How could I not?” He asks with his hands balled up into fists in his lap. You know for a fact that his cotton tail is flicking left and right from his sheer eagerness. 

“Kiss?” He beseeches, reaching out but only to graze his fingers against yours. The contact already feels electric.  

You lean down and place a kiss to his lips, he immediately pours his all into you. He pulls you closer, so you land right on his lap. His lips crash against yours. Although slightly chapped and bitten red from his previous activities, his kiss borders between controlled and gentle as his hands roam around your body.

His hands which were settled against your waist travel downward to grip your thighs. He uses them as a leverage to adjust you even closer to him. His hard-on pokes against your inner thigh, but he doesn’t do anything to ease himself yet. 

It’s until you’re laying down. Xavier’s hovering over you with his knee planted between your legs and a large hand cupping your breast over your shirt as his lips just slightly nip at your neck. Your hands are tangled into his hair, scratching lightly behind his ears and you can’t deny that the making out has started to make you wet. 

You move yourself slightly, his knee touches against your crotch. You grind down. Your clit rubs against his clothed leg, the friction sending buzzes of arousal throughout your pussy. Xavier’s tongue is tracing your collarbone. The more you speed up your movements, the damper you feel the fabric of your underwear get. 

Now you were the one fiending for more. You push Xavier down and take the lead over him, continuing your grinding but now against the strain in his pants. Your breaths mingle as your noses touch before you basically devour him for another kiss. 

Xavier catches the rhythm of your grinding and ruts against you in response. His movements were more rugged, more impatient. 

“What do you want? Tell me,” you whisper with a small nibble against his lips. 

“Do- Do something about this,” Xavier says, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust of his hips. The insistent poke of his undeniable erection makes you gasp. You slid your hand beneath your pants, feeling how soaked you were just from grinding against him. 

You’re quick to undo his pants and watch his dick spring out, leaking a pearl of pre-cum from all that rubbing. His tip is blushing pink and veins are painfully visible with how much blood rushed south. 

Xavier groans. He really, gutturally reacted when you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft and you gave it a pump. Up, down. Down, up. Twisting your wrist and feeling the solid girth of him pulsing wherever he was most sensitive. 

You feel his hand park on your backside, guiding your hips to grind against his thigh. You find pleasure in the small pattern that stimulates your clit, it doesn’t distract you from working your hand along his length either. 

You both were sopping wet from the teasing touches that definitely did something but just wasn’t quite enough. Xavier’s hands disappear down the waistband of your pants and you immediately feel two fingers prodding your entrance. The slide was incredibly easy, his fingers already lubed enough to go beyond knuckle-deep and the pads of his fingers pressed against your squishy inner walls. 

He didn’t have the patience to thrust his fingers any more than a few times before he was tugging the fabrics out of his way. You found yourself on your back again. 

Riipp.

“Xavier! You ripped my panties,” you chide him. 

Any further scolding was snatched from your throat when you felt Xavier pushing himself into. Unapologetic, full length hilted right up until his balls rested against your ass. You shuddered a gasp, clawing a handful out of his forearm. 

Inevitably, he scooped his hands beneath your knees and had them go as far up to your chest as you could and he thrust into you. Hard. Xavier’s never been the slow type when it came to finally getting the opportunity to sink his dick into your pussy, he treated every time like it was the last time you’ll ever let him. 

The bunny ruts into you. His hips move so fast they could become a blur, your body rocks with every slap of his cock to your g-spot. Your mouth falls agape when he tilts the angle and keeps at the viscous pace without faltering. He loved it when you were so wet your pussy gave way to accommodate him, fitting like a glove and milking him for everything’s he’s got. 

His lips are busy on your neck, marking your skin up as his territory. 

White hot flashes in your vision, your body trembles and you feel the buildup in your body finally ease when you hit your climax. Your thighs are drenched, there’s drool collected at the corners of your lips. 

Xavier slows down but keeps himself buried into you. You feel the heavy weight of him still pressed into your pussy like he’s a missing puzzle piece to your body. 

“That was good, bunny. Really good…”