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Most of us lead two lives real and fantasy. The housewife imagines herself leading a life of luxury. The businessman imagines himself away from the rat race, fishing by a quiet lake. The schoolboy dreams of future wealth and power. And then there are sexual fantasies—wild dreams that we seldom expect to see come true.
In this story, Terri Stewart had learned to be outward and honest with her sexual desires, and she becomes a woman whom many would brand a slut and others would merely call liberated. She is a woman who wants to become a sexually-liberated soul—a person who not only feels sexually free, but who has been compelled to unshackle others from the bonds of puritanism.
STEWARDESS IN HEAT deals with a volatile issue, an issue that government has tried to define, that churches have tried to repress, that swingers have tried to advocate—but perhaps the answer lies with the individual. Let he or she decide their own standard of morality, just as the young woman in this book has done.
The blonde stewardess fell back heavily against the wall of the tiny john as the man’s prick shot all the way up into her seething pussy. She moaned so loud she worried the passengers might hear her. The thin rush of the cold air just inches away from her head told her that the insulation, as far as sound went, on the airplane wasn’t all that good.
Then it didn’t matter to her any more. She felt his prick sink another inch up into her needy cunt. Her legs went weak, and she sank down onto his throbbing pillar of prick.
“Fuck me harder!” she begged. “I’ve got to feel it all the way up inside me!”
“God, you’re a hot one,” the man muttered, the sweat on his forehead beginning to run down into his eyes. He didn’t want to take the time to wipe it away. Not while Kris was so hot and eager and willing to take his cock into her belly. He’d been on a lot of flights and ogled the stewardesses, but never once had he thought one of them would put out for him.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.