LIMOUSINE III
Yes, there's more...................... _______________________________________________________________________
Board meetings should be renamed "bored" meetings. I am going through the process of learning my adopted family's business. Each time I think it's too much to bear, I think of the kindly Mr. Ross and how he misses his deceased son Jeremy. The least I can do is keep his dead son's memory alive by living the life he left behind. And, of course, there's Aaron, my manservant and valet.
I came out of the Wall Street office at 5:00pm to the waiting Rolls-Royce Park Ward limousine that Aaron chauffeurs for me. As always, he jumped out of the car and had the door open for me before I reached the curb. He wasn't dressed in his usual chauffeur's uniform today because we're taking the corporate jet to Mr. Ross' Hawaiian getaway. His outfit could be considered "island casual". White linen slacks and a loose fitting, unbuttoned, coral colored long sleeve shirt with a white, ribbed "dago T-shirt" underneath. He looked like a hunky Dreamsicle. I couldn't wait to get out of my Armani double brested suit and Allen Edmonds shoes. Mind you, I have nothing against $3,000 Italian suits and $400 American made shoes; I was just in the mood to relax.
After a short drive to JFK, we pulled up to a private hangar emblazoned with the Ross Corp. logo. I thought it rather large for a Lear Jet or similar. We pulled in through an overhead door that opened once a laser read Aaron's retinal print. The Rolls pulled into the massive hangar and stopped. Aaron opened the door for me and the moment I stepped out, my field of vision was filled with the sight of an MD-11 (the aircraft that used to be called a DC-10), painted in the corporate colors and bearing the name "Jeremy" emblazoned on the nose. "Holy Shit!", I exclaimed, "We're flying to Hawaii in that?". "Yes, sir. Is that satisfactory?", Aaron asked, as if I would protest. All I could say was, "Pinch me". We walked up the staircase and into this flying palace. It was decorated in the finest cream colored leather with what looked like Koa wood trim on the walls. There was a living room, dining room, conference room, communications room, a lavish bath, and a media room. The bedroom was too sumptuous to describe; I could not do it justice. Let's just say that I looked forward to sharing that massive bed with Aaron.
Prior to takeoff, I changed into some comfortable loungewear and met the flight staff. They were all Hawaiian, including a drop-dead gorgeous flight attendant named Leilani, which means "heavenly flower". She had long dark hair nearly to her butt, and the largest breasts I've ever seen. She was wearing a traditional pareau, or sarong, and a skimpy top that was desperately trying to hold in her boobs. Aaron whispered that she had a surprise waiting for me when we were airborne. The steward was a hunky Hawaiian guy named Keoni who was wearing nothing more than a skimpy loincloth and a lei made out of small green leaves. He looked like the Hawaiian god Maui, having just finished wrestling the sun. His muscular body was bulky and "cut". They made one hell of an attractive pair; I imagined them copulating.
After takeoff, I dined on kalua pig, lau lau, and Kona coffee in the aircraft's dining room. Afterwards, Aaron asked if I'd like to take a nap. I agreed that that was a good idea, but I wanted him to join me. I invited Aaron into bed after we both disrobed. "Aaron", I said. "I've never taken a close look at the tool you use to pleasure me". "If you wish, sir, please do", he replied. He knelt on the bed and I half knelt in front of his massive male form. I looked down at his magnificent uncut penis. He has what some knife happy U.S. doctors would call "redundant" foreskin. Those of us who admire it, call it "luxuriant" foreskin. I envy his endowment because mine was restored over a four year period using tape and elastic straps. It's fine, but nowhere near as impressive as Aaron's God-given skin. His penis was relaxed and hanging down about four inches, with a prominent dorsal vein running it's length. His abundant prepuce drooped down at least an inch from the tip of his glans, and puckered at the end in a small opening that drooped even further at the underside tip. It was perfection. I peeled back his skin to expose his plump, light purple cock head. When I released his skin, it snapped back to protect the glans. I peeled it back again and admired the smooth, purple skin of his glans, and the semi-sweet aromatic odor that emanated from his organ. His was a dick that enjoyed the protection of a fully functional foreskin, one that protects what nature intended to be an internal organ, the glans penis. As I admired Aaron's now stiffening tool, I looked beyond it to see his magnificent hairless ballsac, dangling low and swinging as the plane dipped and rolled in flight. His nuts seem larger than most; egg-shaped and firm. Their weight seems to draw down the scrotal skin in such a way as to make it suck in close to the testicles and make them appear to be bursting forth. The skin between his nuts and his body, that which houses the spermatic cords, is taut and thin, again due to the weight of his balls. I couldn't help but grab onto his sack and gently tug downward as I pulled his abundant foreskin back and forth. I took his penis into my mouth and stuck my tongue into his foreskin, rimming his cock head it. I sucked and sucked, seeming to move in and out with each movement of the airplane.
After sucking Aaron off like a nursing baby, he unloaded copious amounts of cum into my mouth. I swallowed with each burst of hot semen and sucked every drop from him. He tasted as sweet as his manmeat smelled. As I disengaged his cock from my mouth, I turned to see Lelani and Keoni standing in the doorway; both of them stark naked and both had huge uncut erections. Yes, Lelani was all woman, with a delighfully trimmed bush and a huge fully erect penis. There was a fully functioning vagina and no scrotum. She had what doctors call "ambiguous genitalia" at birth. A normal woman with a grossly enlarged clitoris. "Wow", I thought, "it's the best of both worlds!". Keoni was all man, and shaved to boot. They approached us silently and laid down on the bed. "Let me prepare you sir", Aaron said. He had me get on my hands and knees and generously lubed my asshole. I suspected that I was going to get it at both ends. Lelani came up behind me and slid her engorged clitoris/penis into my manhole. I was amazed at how thick she was for a woman. She pumped away at me as Keoni laid down putting his crotch in front of my face. I looked down to see a long, thick, dark and throbbing penis staring up at me. Aaron crawled over Keoni's head and placed his cock into Keoni's mouth. He was facing me. "May I kiss you sir", he asked. I just opened my mouth and closed my eyes. His long talented tongue entered my mouth and danced with mine. We deep Frenched and sucked away at each other's mouths as Lelani girl-fucked me from behind and Keoni sucked off Aaron. I alternated Aaron's deep kisses with sucking off the big Hawaiian. He then filled my mouth with huge ejaculations of his polynesian cum, and I, in turn, swapped it with Aaron. He and I both swallowed Keoni's giz, then laughed at the idea. Lelani cannot ejaculate, so she finished pounding away at me and came over to clean up Keoni's cock with her mouth.
Over the next few hours we all took turns fucking Lelani. Aaron did it doggie syle. I came up behind him and rammed him with my pork while Keoni came up behind me and rammed me in the ass. His was the biggest cock I've ever accommodated up my ass. We all thrust in unison in the most provacative orgy one could imagine.
After we all blew our loads, we cleaned up and drank mai-tais. In a few hours we were on the ground in Honolulu and boarding the corporate helicopter to Kauai. To be continued..........