Taken Ch. 01-03

"Your time is up," she purred still aroused from the somewhat expert fondling she had just received. Natalie saw that Greg was as hard as ever and she moved her mouth to his face.

"Do you want more Greg? Do you want to kiss me?" Her mouth was brushing his ear and she blew lightly moving her mouth around his face and across to his lips. She all but kissed him before re uttering,

"Well, do you?"

"Oh yes," he groaned moving his own mouth towards the gorgeous creature next to him.

"One hundred pounds please," she reminded, "but take out your money without moving your face. I want to keep your mouth near to me."

He was beyond redemption now and he would have done anything she asked. Five crisp twenty pound notes were pushed blindly into Natalie's hand.

"Thank you," she whispered as her lips bore down onto his handsome face. Natalie began to kiss the young man's cheek before moving round to his mouth and claiming his lips with her own. She started off gently, kissing him lightly but soon she deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue over Greg's lips, toying with the entrance to his mouth.

Greg moaned and opened himself to the Eastern European girl, letting the blonde's tongue slide in and explore his mouth thoroughly. He could feel his head spinning; the sensations rippling through him were indescribable, blowing him away. He let himself enjoy the experience for a moment, but soon his body began to respond more urgently, telling him he needed more than just these wonderful kisses. Growling deep into her throat, Greg pushed Natalie away and stared at her, panting heavily.

"Touch me please," he groaned almost desperately.

"Fifty pounds and I touch you through your jeans. For one hundred pounds I will rub you in the flesh."

Despite her gorgeous accent Natalie left Greg in no doubt as to what she was offering.

"This is my holiday money I am spending," he complained.

"So, you are spending it well."

"Shit." He moaned, and, despite his better judgement he handed over another fifty pounds to the manipulative beauty. Natalie moved the blanket onto Greg's lap. Debbie glanced up from her magazine feeling more than a little hot after watching her friend's erotic antics.

Natalie stared at Greg locking her large sexy eyes onto his. Without taking her gaze off him, she felt for his crotch, roamed lightly over his buttons and stroked his bursting erection through the thin denim of his jeans.

"Fuckkkkk!" he groaned.

Gently she began to run her fingers along the length of him, feeling and groping his huge hard on. Still maintaining constant eye contact she saw him swallow hard as the feelings of rampant lust were clearly getting the better of the young man. Natalie continued to work her hand slowly up and down his denim covered shaft.

Her free hand rummaged up and into her clothes towards her breasts and for a moment she touched herself, while continuing to manipulate his cock, until she remembered where they were and, for the sake of decorum, stopped suddenly.

Slowly, up and down, she slid her palm over his hard on making him shiver uncontrollably. He raised his head and their eyes met knowingly. Natalie smiled and conducted several swift sweeps along his rigid length. Greg groaned deeply and tensed his body as her thumb rubbed lightly across the top of his twitching, sensitive cock-head. He desperately wanted her to move into his jeans, touch him, feel him. His penis throbbed out a delighted response and the blonde beauty gripped him even harder. Throughout, Natalie sighed and moaned her own pleasure as his obvious excitement increased. Greg was extremely frustrated that Natalie could not get near to his flesh.

"Touch me for real, "he begged, "You have to make me come."

Natalie smiled.

"I said that would be one hundred pounds but I include a free kiss."

He groaned. Part of him felt as though he was being pleasurably extorted whilst another part of him knew that he was lost to her ministrations. He would have nothing left to buy his Slovenian tolars with.

Another five twenty pound notes found their way into Natalie's purse as she worked hard under the cover of the blanket to free his bursting shaft from its buttoned imprisonment.

Then she was in. His cock was free. She squealed in blissful excitement. He moaned out loud – almost too loud.

Her hand loosely clasped him and his fingers moved to stroke her gorgeous face.

"Please, finish me off."

"But what will you do about me? I need to come as well you know."

"So let me make you ...ohhhhhhh... come too."

She increased the pressure of her hold on him.

"No way, not unless you pay me one hundred and fifty pounds more."

"What...but you said..."

"I know what I said, but I could pleasure myself easily enough!"

"Oh ...you....c.....ohhhhhh."

Her fingertips teased his scrotum as she reached deep inside his boxer shorts. His cock twitched in excited little jerks and she could sense him building towards his climax. Natalie's delicate hand gripped his pulsing shaft as her fingers closed around its considerable girth. Her right hand stroked lightly and sensually along his powerful organ as expert fingers kneaded him in a rhythmic exploration of his pure delight.

Natalie's hand slid down to cup his swollen scrotum, as the gorgeous Slovenian babe handled his balls tenderly in her palm. Greg grunted, his thighs twitched in involuntary spasm reacting to her teasing touch. His head slung back; eyes closed and mouth open as he bathed in the sensations washing over him.

Gradually his muscles began to stiffen and his breathing grew more rapid. Natalie felt his tension rising and quickened her rhythm, her fingers gripping his cock just below the head. She could feel him shudder and knew that he was about to explode. This was the signal for the stunning student to reach down and squeeze the bulge of his testicles. That was it – he was over the edge.

"Fuck me, oh yesssssssssssss!"

"Shhhhh!" reprimanded Natalie with a short giggle, conscious of the fact they were on a packed airplane. Her remonstrations were to absolutely no avail. Greg almost shouted out his relief as, groaning, he shot jet after jet of hot semen onto his stomach and the underside of the blanket. She continued to wank him squeezing every last drop of sticky juice out from his tiring organ.

Panting, he turned to the beautiful girl.

"Thank you, thank you." He was desperately grateful. She simply smiled and thought of the two hundred and eighty pounds that she had taken from him so far. Expertly, she squeezed his shaft to catch the last dribbles of his sperm in her hand. Staring directly into Greg's eyes she let go of him and moved her spunk covered palm to her mouth.

"You get this for nothing lover," she purred, then, to Greg's utter amazement, she licked her hand clean, leaned in to him and gave him his free kiss.

He slumped back down into his seat, keen to make sure that the blanket stayed in place thereby retaining his modesty. They sat in silence for a while as his breathing gradually recovered. Debbie glanced at her friend and smiled. Natalie pursed her lips and blew her room mate a kiss. Glancing across at the satiated Greg, Natalie noticed that his eyes were closed and he appeared to be dozing no doubt lost for now in his own world of fantasy.

The Slovenian babe slipped further down in her seat and attempted to rest for while. However it was not easy as every time she closed her eyes her mind focused on her own still highly sensitized need for sexual relief. Once again she glanced at Greg. Gently she pushed his arm. His lazy eyes opened slowly and he smiled.

"Hi," he whispered looking at the stunning beauty facing him, "am I still dreaming?"

Natalie laughed.

"Fuck me!"

"What? How will I do that?"

"I asked you to fuck me. Will you?"

He could feel his hard on returning and he nodded vigorously. Then he looked more skeptically at this gorgeous source of his sexual amusement.

"How much will that cost me?"

"How much do you have?"

"Erm..." he quickly scanned his wallet, appearing ever more keen not to miss out on this offer, the ultimate crescendo to their antics.

"One hundred and thirty pounds and then that's it, I'm skint."

"That will do," replied the mercenary Natalie taking his money. "I will leave to go to the toilet in a minute. You give me a minute more and then follow me."

Then she was gone. He was in heaven. He was about to join the mile high club, and with a gorgeous creature like this. Bollocks to the cash! His mind continued to wander around the fantastic possibilities of what sex with this goddess could possibly be like and he failed to notice the food and drinks trolley now parked at the end of his row.

******

Natalie had locked the toilet door behind her and she waited in anticipation for the knock. This had been perfect. Not only had she had a thoroughly good time with a handsome young man, but she had made over four hundred pounds into the bargain. She was reflecting pleasantly on these facts when a somewhat tentative knock sounded. Natalie reached for the lock and then stood back to allow her soon-to-be-lover into the small space.

A dark shadow filled the cubicle far more than Greg would ever have done.

"Who the fuck..." Her question was cut short as a large hand clasped over her mouth muffling her voice.

"I'm here for my fun slut. I am sitting behind you and I over-heard you bringing lover boy off. Then I picked up on your offer of a place in the mile high club. He's stuck behind the trolley dolly and so I'm here in his place. I assume that's ok?"

Natalie felt his other huge hand grip her arm tightly and nodded feigning enthusiasm.

The man's eyebrows lifted. "You are even more beautiful close up sweetheart. And it just so happens that my favourite hobby is pursuing the attentions of pretty girls?" He gave her a brutally sickening smile. "...and in your case a very pretty girl. I am going to release you now but if you cry out I'll beat you so bad that you won't ever be called beautiful again. Understand?"

He raised his hand, and gestured menacingly to make his threats even more clear.

Natalie shrunk away and nodded. He reached out and flipped open the first button of the short sequence of three on her skimpy, cropped top.

"Hey what...?"

"The only thing I find more entertaining than fucking a gorgeous creature like you ..." the man moved to cup her easily accessible left breast "...Is undressing one."

He tilted his head. "Aren't you a little warm, all buttoned up like that?" He moved his hand again.

The second and third buttons on Natalie's top popped open.

"No, don't!" her breasts were now accessible from both the underside and the cleavage. "Stop that! You...pervert!"

He tendered a look of surprise and mock hurt.

"Pervert?" A menacing smile lifted his lips, and a fire of malicious intent gleamed in his dark eyes. "I can show you perversion, if you like."

He lifted both of his hands. Natalie again shirked away thinking quickly of something to distract him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"You wanted my breast?" she asked, trying to placate her assailant.

"Yes."

She scooped her flesh up in one hand, cupping herself, raising the beautiful mound higher for him to see. The dark erect nipple pointed at him, and he fell upon her, wrapping his lips around it, exploring the shape with his tongue. She sighed, and he sucked hard on her until his mouth was full and he could taste the perfumed sweetness of her skin.

A constant flat line of lust began to settle over him, and he lavished his tongue upon her, twirling around the base of her nipple, flicking over the top of it, massaging deep into her breast with the steady action of his mouth.

"Kiss me," she commanded him.

Her mouth was as succulent as her breast, yielding quickly before him as he snaked his tongue between her teeth, to probe her succulence and warmth. She pulled him in feeling his hard solid erection against her groin.

Then her hand was on him, squeezing his rigid flesh and provoking it to strain harder against the fabric of his clothes.

Her fingers were skilled, her touch knowing as she worked her way into his fly and under his shorts. The shock of her hand against his skin made him momentarily light headed, his huge body threatening to release an orgasm before she had even started fully.

Her grip was hard and insistent, sliding the foreskin up over his engorged tip, and then peeling it back to leave him exposed once more. She worked him slowly, building the pressure in his cock and stomach until he thought he might explode. He wanted to be inside the stunning fuck-toy, to force her back against the stark wall of the lavatory, slip aside the delicate thong that no doubt covered her pussy and find his way into the inviting dampness of her sex.

"Do you like that?" she asked him, her tone knowing.

"Yes."

"Turn around."

He had no idea what she was going to do to him now but whatever it was he wanted more.

Then he was suddenly hit from behind and thrown to the ground. Another telling blow landed squarely on his back as he slumped against the toilet wall, the wind knocked out of him. Natalie grabbed his arm and twisted it up tightly behind his back. Then, despite the apparent slight build of this deceptive seductress, he was yanked to his feet. The cold of a razor sharp steel switch blade dinted his straining neck muscles.

"Ok you perv here's what we do. You fasten yourself up, turn around and go back to your seat. You don't look at me again and you certainly don't attempt to touch me. Ok?"

Silence.

"Ok?" Her tone was now more menacing, demanding an answer.

"Y...y...yes, ok!" he stammered.

"Oh, and this little incident just cost you one hundred pounds. Give."

He reached inside his pocket, without once removing his eyes from hers, and gave her a wad of notes that actually totalled one hundred and eighty pounds.

"Ok now go."

He buttoned himself up and could not get out fast enough. Natalie once more locked the door. There appeared to be no queue which was a relief. She smiled to herself and placed the cash in her own pocket. She was about to return to her seat when there was another knock. This time she was wary. No way did she want a repeat of what had just happened. Reaching down she unlocked the door and peeked out. It was Greg, she sighed with relief.

"Are you okay? Did that other guy try to get in? I'm sorry Natalie I got stuck behind the refreshment trolley."

"It's okay Greg. He just knocked on the door and I told him he would have to wait and so I guess he went away."

Greg stared at the beautiful girl before him. The experience of having her in the seat was fantastic enough but seeing her at her full, slim height was exceptional. She really was stunning.

Pent up lust radiated from her and Greg gulped in awe as he saw her small pink tongue dart out and wet her full pouting lips.

Natalie reached down to his groin and began to trace her fingers around his jean-covered cock, feeling the hardening length grow even more under her touch.

He groaned. She felt horny with his cock so close, and yet so far away from her own ever moistening pussy. Surrendering to her feelings she reached down to squeeze him - hard.

"I need to be fucked."

Greg laughed. Then watched, mesmerized, as she reached down to her waist.

Natalie raised her hips, slowly undid her fly and slid down her jeans along with her small, silk white panties. She stood before him entirely naked from the undersides of her breasts downwards. Greg stared at the thin line of blond pubic hair. He needed longer to savour her but they were short on time and space. Natalie wanted him to see her masturbate and so she licked her fingertips then slid them down her belly and between her thighs to touch her puffed up, pink pussy lips.

"I'm so wet, Greg, so very wet, and sooooooo empty."

To emphasize the point Natalie slipped her middle finger inside the slit, and began to move it slowly so that she wouldn't explode before he was inside her. Greg's eyes seemed to grow as he watched her fingers disappear into her glorious snatch. But the Eastern European girl was so horny that she needed more....

"Oh, Greg, my fingers feel so good. Only a nice hard cock could do me better now." she moaned.

Quickly he whipped out his solid erection and took her in his arms. With frantic desperation he pushed her against the wall, pulled her slim, tanned legs around him and shoved his full length easily inside her. Then he began to fuck her, pulling himself almost out with each thrust, then pausing slightly before thrusting back in as deep as he could go. Since he had already climaxed a short while ago, Greg had no difficulty restraining his own orgasm until he felt Natalie move under him. Her legs tightened around his waist as she cried out.

The Slovenian beauty whimpered and moaned uncontrollably as she closed her eyes focusing all of her thoughts on the piston like thrusts Greg was fucking her with. Then she stopped thinking at all as Greg gave one mighty push and Natalie began to climax hard. With her eyes squeezed tight her whole body shuddered.

"Oh yes I come!" she wailed, but she didn't stop humping her hot pussy against her lover's hard body. Greg kept moving inside her, fucking her as his mouth covered her right breast, his teeth biting gently while his penis worked it's magic.

The spasms came again, this time wrenching her hips away from the wall, as she was consumed by orgasm once more. Natalie could hear her voice echoing off the toilet's bear walls, begging Greg, asking him not to stop. Then he joined her in the world of ecstasy.

"Natalie I love you," he yelled as his back arched and he spurted jet after thick jet of hot sperm into his lover.

"Ohhhhhhh yessssssss!" He hissed as his release came. Both bodies, still entwined, slipped to the ground. It was done. Natalie had come, twice, and Greg had never been so satisfied in his entire life.

He looked at her. She smiled.

"So, that's it then?" he asked, hoping that somehow there would be more.

"It is my lover boy. But here." Picking up her jeans she reached inside the pocket and counted out five twenty pound notes. Greg smiled. She knew that the hulk she had just scared the shit out of had paid her one hundred and eighty pounds, but Greg didn't and he was very, very grateful for the 'refund'. Natalie reached forward and kissed him, softly.

"Thank you Greg." She stood up and replaced her jeans.

"Here take this." She handed her brief white, silk thong to him. He took it quickly and pushed it into his pocket. It would be a valuable memento when, later tonight, he tried to recall his eventful flight to Slovenia.

******

"Thank you, and bye," said Debbie politely to the stewardess as they disembarked. Natalie followed her down the steps and into the terminal building at Ljubljana airport. Greg was behind them both. He looked weary but very happy. Natalie stopped and turned.

"Thank you Greg. I hope you have a nice time in Slovenia." She moved towards him and planted a short kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, bye." She smiled. He just stared. The girl of his dreams was walking away from him. He was over three hundred pounds worse off. But what memories he would have.

"So here we are Debbie, my home." Both girls turned to each other and smiled.

Chapter 3: The Car Journey

"Najeti moram avto."

Debbie assumed her friend was asking about a hire car given that they were at the Avis rent-a car desk. Minutes later, following a little further discussion, they were pulling their luggage towards a nice looking Audi A3.

"I hope you're going to drive?" laughed Debbie.

"Yes, I will drive," Natalie replied.

The two girls loaded up their bags and drove away. Soon they had left the airport behind and were surrounded by the stunning, open country side of Slovenia. Debbie marveled at how relaxed everything seemed, no queues of traffic, no honking horns and no need for road rage. The single track route stretched on and on.