Suzie made a muffled cry as her last uncharted territory was plundered by the dapper booty bandit. He began to drive it deeper until finally he was all the way in her poop chute. Tears streamed down young Suzie’s cheeks at this anal invasion. Seeing this Mr. Emerson did his best to put it in perspective for her while of course continuing to sodomize her.
"Now Suzie there is no need to cry. What did Mr. Nietzsche tell us about such things?"
"That what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger" the girl replied as her butt was plundered.
"Very good" he said as he now moved his hand from her mouth and again stroked her clit.
This he continued until with a gasp young Suzie came yet again. Her body bucked from her orgasm and Mr. Emerson felt the bliss as he shot deep inside her, giving Suzie her first cum enema. It felt like it would never end but like all good things including the all you can eat buffets he frequented it did finally conclude.
As his manhood deflated in her Mr. Emerson had a desire for a post coital smoke so he withdrew his silver cigarette case and removed an imported smoke. He lit it with his antique silver lighter and inhaled deeply. No sooner had Mr. Emerson done that when an alarm in the ceiling went off with a wail. The next thing he knew the lavatory door was forced open and rough hands grabbed him and not only yanked him out of the lavatory but also caused his cock to be pulled from young Suzie’s now distended ass.
He was thrown to his stomach on the floor and a knee was placed in his back as his hands were pulled behind him and handcuffed by the air marshal. A flight attendant rushed into the lavatory to assist Suzie as Mr. Emerson was dragged down the aisle, his pants still around his ankles. He was thrown into an empty seat in the back row and left there unattended.
As he sat there Mr. Emerson heard voices discussing the situation. First he heard a flight attendant speak.
"No the mother can’t be woken, we believe she’s on medication."
Next it was the air marshal. "Yes have the pilot inform them that when we land we need to be met by the FBI and the media. Tell them we arrested former celebrity Chevy Chase for smoking in an airplane lavatory in clear violation of federal law as well as having his pipe up some young lady’s tailpiece."
Mr. Emerson closed his eyes and began to sob. It wasn’t the arrest but the thought of what would happen to his precious while he was incarcerated. Then he felt a soft touch on his still exposed pipe. When he opened his eyes there stood young Suzie with a sad expression and her finger on her lips signaling him to remain silent. She leaned in and whispered in his ear.
"Don’t worry Mr. Emerson, I have your statuette and I’ll hold it for you until you can get it back. I’d like for you to do those things with me again too, if you want to that is."
Mr. Emerson continued to cry but now they were tears of happiness and relief.
FIN
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