Marc 14: I join the Mile High Club.

And yes, I give a flying f*ck.

Dr. Paul Fredericks is not only the Points Club physician, he’s also their psychologist.

It’s important that members are able to handle the club’s no-strings-attached, friends with benefits situation. “I need to keep your heads on straight while you’re fucking your brains out,” Dr. Paul is fond of saying.

Yesterday was my turn on Dr. Paul’s couch. He put me through some word association tests, then talked to me about the club and how things were going for me. He delved into my background and my relationship with Amy. Afterward, he seemed satisfied.

“You’re kind of a special case for Points Club,” he told me. “I think it’s going to be important for members to be able to tell someone their stories, someone other than me that is.”

Under most circumstances, Points Club members are not allowed to share their encounters with anyone else. They can open up to Dr. Paul though, so he could help them through any problems.

And they can share their stories with me, as long as everyone involved agrees, so I can publish them…as fiction.

“There is one little issue we need to clear up,” Dr. Paul said, and he buzzed his secretary on the office phone. “Send him in.”

Well, it felt like my jaw dropped to the floor when the guy walked in.

“Marc, this is Adam,” Dr. Paul said.

“Yeah,” I answered. “We met…at the hospital.”

Adam seemed friendly enough. He held out his hand and I shook it. But his face remained stern and serious. “That’s the problem, Marc. You weren’t supposed to remember that.”

He looked me in the eye, and it felt as if my mind was being stripped naked. For long moments we just stood there. I couldn’t look away.

Finally, Adam sighed, and I felt released. “It’s no good Doc. He’s got a natural shield I can’t get around. It might be something to do with Chastity fixing his brain injury.”

(You can read the full story of that in That Girl Across the Hall. Available here on Amazon. Free to read with Kindle Unlimited)

“Well,” Paul said, “then there’s nothing else to do.”

He turned to me. “Marc, go pack for a week-long trip. You are about to meet some pretty amazing people.”

I packed a bag and met Paul at the airport. There on the runway was a small private jet waiting for us.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve invited a friend along,” he said.

He takes me on board the plane and to my surprise, Chastity is waiting for us. She’s wearing a print sun dress and looks entirely enchanting.

“Hi,” I say. I wonder if she’s with Paul or just along for the ride.

The jet is pure comfort. Wide padded seats arranged more like a living room than an airplane. Cabinets that display secured bottles of alcohol and everything needed to mix a drink.

Chastity stood at the counter, mixing drinks. She handed me a Manhattan, exactly what I was craving. It’s not surprising. She can read my mind, even if she can’t blot out my memories.

I took a seat on a couch and buckled in, enjoying my drink.

Chastity sat down next to me. “Fair warning. As soon as the seat belt sign goes off, I plan to jump you. It’s time you joined the Mile High Club.”

“Seriously?” Yeah, I’m all over that, but Paul is sitting across the cabin from us.

Thankfully, the pilot and co-pilot were in an enclosed cockpit, so the three of us were essentially alone in the main cabin of the plane.

Chastity gave me that fake frownie face she can make. “Don’t you want me?”

God did I want her! My cock was rock hard and begging to be set free to fly the friendly skies.

Still, Paul was right there, across the cabin from us.

But I had to admit, “Yes. I want you in the worst way.”

“Good, because that’s the best way to be wanted!” She was all bubbly again. She opened the buttons on my shirt and ran her hand over my chest.

Paul had his nose buried in a medical magazine but there was a broad smirk on his face. Then he chuckled. “If you don’t do it, I’ll have to.”

Her hand palmed by crotch, fingering my cock through the fabric of my jeans. “Oh no, Paul, you’re not getting out of it that easy. I want you both before we touch down. In fact, I want you both at the same time.”

Paul shrugged, loosening his tie. “She’s been harboring this ménage fantasy for a while now. No time like the present, I guess, to get it out of her system.”

The plane taxied and took off. We ascended easily into the clouds.

“You must be a member of the Mile High Club, Paul, aren’t you?” I asked. “I mean, you have a private jet.”

Paul shook his head. “The jet’s not mine. It belongs to…a friend. So, no, this will be my first time having sex on a plane as well.”

With a ding, the seat belt sign went off, and we all unbuckled.

Chastity already had my shirt completely unbuttoned and next worked her magic on my fly, pulling my erect cock from my jeans.

Paul stood and began to disrobe.

Then the jet shook and shuddered, throwing Chastity into my lap, but she folded around my bulging erection, protecting it.

Paul, his pants around his ankles, dropped back to his seat until the shaking subsided.

The pilot’s voice came over the intercom. “Sorry about that, folks, just a bit of turbulence. It should be smooth sailing from here on.”

“I hope so,” Paul said, getting back to his feet.”

Chastity planted a quick kiss on the head of my cock, sucking up the droplet of precum that had seeped out. “I hope not. That was kind of fun.”

If she’d have landed on my cock, I would probably have disagreed, but the fact that she’d not only protected me, but had her amazing breasts pillowing my erection, had me agreeing enthusiastically.

Standing, she shrugged off her sundress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sight of her in just a red G-string and heals had my erection pulsing with desire.

She wiggled out of her panties, then bent over, took my cock in her hot hand, and slid her lips over the crown of my shaft.

I did my best to help support her breasts, fondling her pebbled nipples in the process. They really are something wonderful.

Paul came up behind her and slid his fingers along her sex. “You’re already soaked. Are you ready for me?”

“Mmm mmm,” she intoned in the affirmative, without ever taking my cock from her mouth. The vibrations set off a tingle in my balls that resonated through my core.

Paul was fully erect. He pushed into her from behind as she bobbed on my cock.

“Mmmmm.” Again, her response rumbled through me, taking me close to the edge of orgasm.

Her body quivered as Paul began to piston into her.

Yes. Cum for me. Chastity’s voice echoed in my mind.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My cock pumped jism into her mouth and she lapped it up.

“Argh!” Paul cried out, as he also came.

All the time, Chastity’s body vibrated with a resonance I’d never felt before.

You’re becoming more sensitive on a psychic level. Chastity grinned at me as she licked an errant drop of my cum from her lower lip.

Paul pulled out of her, and she straightened. “That was fun. Welcome to the Mile High Club.”

Though I had to wonder if just getting a blowjob in an airplane counted. It didn’t matter in the long run. Chastity grabbed me later in the flight to complete my club initiation.

Dr. Frederick and I both earned our wings, and a permanent place in the Mile High Club.

Seems like I just keep joining sex clubs.

And that was just the beginning of my trip. You won’t believe what happened after we touched down.

Stay tuned.

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