Full-blooded pilot with heart and passion
Jasmin Vollmer is a passionate pilot. She has always loved flying. Actually, when she was at school, no one would have thought that Jasmin would one day take up a technical profession. But Jasmin had mastered her flight training with diligence and ambition and is a respected and respected fellow pilot among the pilots. She is proud to have shown it to all critics, since she was already a sought-after blonde beauty at school, but perhaps at best would have been considered a hairdresser.
In her job as a pilot, she always kept a low profile and wore more of an oversized uniform. This one could halfway hide her super big boobs. Nevertheless, every now and then she noticed the lustful looks of some colleagues. Nonetheless, everyone respected Jasmin’s flying skills and with her erotic voice she was able to direct employees to where she wanted them to be. This was also recognized early on by her superiors, and so Jasmin was appointed flight captain on a Boeing 777 at an unusually early age. This caused little envy among colleagues, as Jasmin Vollmer is a beauty with a natural gentle authority.
Jasmin has already tried many erotic games
Now that she is at the point of passing the 40 year mark, nothing has changed in her beauty, quite the contrary. Her proportions have evolved into a perfect full-figured woman. Jasmin’s natural breasts have matured into oversized melons. Her long legs have beautiful big thighs which end in a wonderful plump butt.
She still wears her long, straight, blonde Barbie hair. And that’s how it works. If it weren’t for her incredibly large breasts and plump big butt, she would have the elegance of a Barbie doll and ballerina at almost 190 cm tall. Her pelvis sometimes bobs seductively as she walks, so that her thighs and buttocks present an exciting, moving picture.
Her voice has developed a dark, velvety, soft pitch over time. There were already men who wanted to meet you, who had only heard her erotic voice.
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She had tried many an erotic game, but Jasmin lived in an erotic world of her own. A world that no one would trust her to understand, and perhaps no one would understand either. A world that she herself could least understand and accept. She is beautiful and she is professionally successful. Perhaps it is precisely the contrast that excites them.
The fantasy makes them the plaything of their lechery
Jasmin Vollmer likes small, stocky men and every additional handicap or other beauty flaw of the little man additionally stimulates her imagination. Yes, a short stocky man with a bald head and shortcomings that contradict the common beauty ideals, that’s what makes Jasmin Vollmer’s vulva get wet. She sometimes wonders herself if she is a pervert. “That’s not normal. I can have any handsome guy I want – and I like ugly, short men” she thinks. But resistance is futile, the fantasy makes them wax of their lechery.
One day in a travel forum, which is aimed at women traveling alone, she read an entry with interest. Here, a woman described discovering a semi-transparent mirror in a closet in her hotel room and being able to see through the glass that a short man with obvious deformities on his back and a deformed face was watching her and masturbating. This repeated itself every day at the same time until she finally changed rooms.
Jasmine is intoxicated. Your imagination is going crazy. “That’s exactly what I want,” she yelled, even though she’s alone in the room. That evening she lies in her bed and the imagination revolves around this little man behind the mirror. Her full bosom literally quivers and the pussy begins to twitch violently until the fantasy pours out that evening in a wonderful orgasm.
London – the day has come
She needs to know where this hotel is. So she writes to the forum writer, under the pretext that she wants to avoid such a situation of voyeurism, asks about the hotel and the room and the daily repeating time. Liberally the lady tells her the hotel and the room.
It’s the Victoria Excelsior Hotel in London, room 605, every day at 8pm. Jasmine is quivering with excitement. Was her dream finally going to come true?
She is doing everything she can to get a long-distance flight to London. In her airline’s flight planning, she states that she would be staying in London for a few days for personal reasons, so she would book her own hotel. London is a sought-after destination and so the route is realized surprisingly quickly.
She calls the Victoria Excelsior Hotel. The voice at the reception is inattentive, almost unfriendly, which does not suggest the highest standard. Not uncommon in London. But the three days in room 605 are finally booked and Jasmin is inwardly jubilant. Then the day has come.
She mastered the flight with aplomb. She has already exchanged her uniform in the airport for a short skimpy skirt and a sweater. Over it she wears a white blazer that hides her magnificence. A cab is quickly ordered. The cab driver looks puzzled when he learns the address, the Victoria Excelsior Hotel probably doesn’t have the best reputation. But when she arrives at the hotel, her fears are not confirmed. The hotel is somehow stuck in the 50s. Everything is old and brown ornate wood paneling dominates the hotel’s image. The heaters and plumbing, however, appear to be well maintained, as she notes during a restroom visit in the lobby. A Chippendale sofa graces the lobby and a buffet clock chimes the Big Ben bell in the background.
The limping bellhop – is that the pervert?
“Would you like your luggage carried upstairs?” the lobby employee asks after check-in. “Please don’t be alarmed,” he adds quietly and quickly. Then she sees him. A man in a pageboy uniform comes limping up to Jasmin. His small stature is exacerbated by his severe back stoop and a severe facial deformity. The head would barely reach the underside of her breasts, she speculates. On the face, he seemed to have suffered burns once, as his skin is unnaturally distorted. The arm and leg limbs did not have the full range of motion. This made his movements clumsy.
“Oh, I’d love to,” she flutters, smiling first at the staff member in the lobby and even more clearly at the bellman. Jasmine can hardly suppress her joy. “I’ll take your luggage,” the bellhop mumbles. “I’ll go with you,” she replies effusively and follows him. She unbuttons her blazer. Immediately her breasts jump out of the prison. She has specially chosen a pink sweater with a very low neckline and wears no bra. Then they stand alone together in a narrow old elevator. Jasmine gets down on her knees to compensate for the bellboy’s lack of height and aligns her breasts with her object of desire. The bellboy’s face contorts even more and turns red.
As if by chance her big breasts graze his body
“What’s your name?” she asks in a velvety voice with a charming smile. “Archibald,” he stammers sheepishly. “Archibald, I love strong men who spoil women,” Jasmine says in her velvety voice, smiling at him. The little page Archibald hardly knows how to turn. “Which room?” he asks, barely audible with embarrassment. “Room 605,” Jasmine breathes into his ear. Again and again she touches him as if by chance. Sometimes her arms graze his upper body, then her thigh touches his shoulder. When the old elevator stops abruptly, Jasmin stumbles forward and for a split second her almost exposed breasts land in his face. He is almost speechless and immediately blushes. His perfectly intact penis instantly becomes stiff. “Room 605, I have to see her,” he thinks.
Jasmine inspects the room. As in the lobby, everything is decorated in a 50s look. First, she unpacks everything. Then it deals with the actual question. Further back in the room she sees a Chesterfield sofa with the typical wide and round sofa backs. Opposite is a cabinet. She opens the cabinet. Indeed, excited, Jasmin finds that the back wall of the cabinet is made of glass. There is a note stuck to the glass, “Mirror defective, has been ordered, temporarily replaced with clear glass”. In fact, Jasmine can quite clearly see the room behind it. In the old hotels, it was probably common around the 19th century that secret rooms existed. The observer in the room behind the glass is thus lulled into the false sense of security that he cannot be seen through the alleged mirror, speculates Jasmin.
His penis is clearly too powerful for his body size
Jasmin takes a relaxing bath and dresses her legs in suspenders, which are held by lingerie. She does without the panties altogether. She still has the pink sweater on. It’s 8 p.m. sharp. She stands excitedly in front of the cabinet. Will he stand behind the glass? She straightens her figure and breasts advantageously and opens the door. “Oh yeah, there he is,” she moans lightly. He stands there, with all his shy awkwardness. Jasmin has to control herself not to reveal the secret of the missing mirror. She pretends to be all alone. She puts her arms up and lolls around. Jasmine then takes a pink lipstick, leans far forward and pretends to concentrate on tracing her lips.
Archibald now has a fantastic view of the sweater neckline and oversized breasts barely a foot away from him. Never had a woman been interested in him and now he gets to look at this beautiful woman all by himself. He pulls down his pants, instantly the tail jumps out of his pants. At almost 20 centimeters, it is oversized and yet no woman has touched it.
Immediately Archibald starts to jerk off. Jasmine can observe everything closely. It excites her, but she doesn’t let on. She slowly pulls the sweater over her head, slowly, so that the observer has his pleasure. As soon as the lower edge of the sweater no longer holds the enormous bust, the heavy bust springs back into place. “What a sight,” Archibald thinks, jerking off faster and faster. Even more Jasmin pushes the insane tits into the field of vision. “Yes, Archibald, I want you to look at everything very carefully,” she thinks.
Without arousing suspicion Archibald comes to the climax
Again and again she twists and turns slightly to present her assets. Archibald is now jerking off as fast and impetuously as his physique will allow. Jasmine now goes to within five centimeters of the glass. She raises her arms and looks at herself in the imaginary mirror. The breasts now bounce even more freely and plumply. Archibald pushes his face as close to the tits as he can. When he reaches the glass pane, he sticks out his tongue and licks the pane. Just five centimeters behind, he sees their magnificent breasts. Uninhibited, it splashes against the window. For Jasmin this is a beguiling sight, to see this deformed face during orgasm. She is wet to the hilt, but remains abstinent so as not to arouse suspicion.
Jasmine lolls a few more times and then closes the closet door. She can hardly stand it anymore, she is so wet. Immediately she goes to the bed, caresses a pillow and massages her clitoris. It only takes a few practiced rubbing movements with her fingers and she gets loudly moaning one of the most beautiful orgasms of her life. For a long time the body quivers and the pussy twitches uncontrollably a few more times. Satisfied, Jasmin falls asleep.
The little page shall experience his blue miracle today
The next morning, Jasmin visits the breakfast buffet in a demure outfit. In the anteroom, she again meets Archibald. Before Archibald can show a reaction, Jasmine cheekily says, “Come on Archibald, let’s take a picture!” Before he can object, Jasmin has taken three or four photos of him with her cell phone.
Jasmin uses the day to go shopping in the City of London. She also goes to a poster store and has an XXL photo of Archibald printed out, which she had snapped earlier in the morning. Archibald shall experience his blue miracle today.
Back at the hotel, she moves the Chesterfield sofa as far as she can against the cabinet so that the left backrest is in the observer’s field of vision. On the wall she attaches the poster of Archibald. On the extra-wide velvet back of the sofa she places a terry towel. She can hardly wait until it’s 8 p.m. again.
She wears a white lingerie one-piece that only does the job of holding the suspenders. The breasts swing freely with every movement and no panties obscure the view. It’s 8 pm. She opens the wall unit. “Oh my god, he’s back,” this time even fully undressed, giving Jasmine a holistic view of his battered body. Archibald feels safe and secure, thinking that he knows what to expect.
Now the blow hits him when he sees what she has done
Jasmin straightens the terry towel on the back of the sofa. Then she climbs seductively over the backrest and lets both legs hang down at the sides. The wide backrest forces Jasmin to open her crotch wide. Archibald’s breath catches in his throat. Slowly Jasmin moves her pussy back and forth on the backrest. More and more violently and intensively the wide spread splendor butt moves back and forth, back and forth. The flowing violent movement makes appear alternately her pleasure cleft and big buttocks. The rough terry towel creates just the right amount of friction to stimulate the clitoris. The orgasm seems not far away.
Archibald takes his already erect cock in his hand and starts wanking violently. But Jasmin only looks in one direction, “Where is she looking?” he wonders. Then the blow almost hits him. Jasmin had a photo of him printed out in XXL, hung it up and now uses it as a jerk-off template. At this moment Jasmin gets her first violent orgasm. Archibald sees the legs moving uncontrollably. At the same time the movement of her buttocks becomes faster and more violent. He can tell that Jasmin’s sensuously open mouth is moaning an “Ohhhh”.
But can this really be or is he just dreaming?
Women have so far at best been frightened of him or run away screaming. The humiliations at school by female classmates were endless. Puberty was completely unfulfilling sexually. And now? “Their sexual fantasies actually revolve around me? Do I actually make them horny?”
Jasmine turns around briefly and looks into the questioning eyes of the hunchbacked archibald. “Yes, Archibald I desire you and you excite me to ecstasy,” she thinks. To give apparent emphasis to this thought, she takes the poster and gently kisses the Archibald depicted. A further orgasm overcomes Jasmin twitching and leaves no doubt. He thinks, “This wonderful busty and splendid-assed blonde full-figured woman desires me.” It is one of the happiest days of his life and contentedly he falls asleep in his bed later.
Inspired by the experience, Jasmin wakes up with a smile on her lips. She caresses the pillow briefly, then makes plans for the day. “Today I want to be fucked by Archibald through and through”, the plan matures in her mind.
She makes her way to the lobby. “I’m still going downtown to do a little shopping,” she mentions casually to the receptionist. “Your bellhop was going to help me move the furniture back into place. I postponed it a little bit yesterday for practical reasons. Could you send fellow Archibald, I’m afraid I don’t know the last name, up to see me once at 7:00?” She hands the receptionist a 20-pound note to stop any demand. “Of course, Mam,” she gets an approving reply.
The little pervert grabs her fully weighted blanket
It is shortly before 7:00 p.m. She puts on the hottest clothes the case has to offer. A pink silk skirt that hugs her bottom and creates sexy folds with every movement. With it a white silk blouse. The buttons she closes only to the middle of the bust. The top button is stretched to the breaking point and threatens to tear off under the weight of the heavy breasts.
There is a knock at the door. “Hello, my dear Archibald,” she greets him inappropriately effusively. She disregards the polite form “you”. Even more slumped than usual, Archibald asks in a low voice, “What can I do for you, Mam?” “Oh yes,” Jasmine replies, “I moved the couch a bit yesterday due to work. Could you move this back to the original position? Oh, and could you take the terry cloth towel to the laundry please?” Cheeky Jasmin just left the pleasure dispenser of the previous day on the sofa. Archibald nervously replies, “Yes, Mam, of course.” “No, you’re not going to the laundry, this towel will be deposited in my personal archive and will give me endless pleasure,” he thinks. He smells briefly, seemingly unnoticed on the towel and can enjoy the sweet-tart smell of Jasmine. Jasmine smiles secretly.
Touched by embarrassment Jasmine strips the little bellboy naked
Then she opens the cabinet with the glass back. Suddenly the bellboy gets hot and cold. He reads in horror “Mirror defective, is ordered, temporarily replaced by clear glass”. “Oh my God, she saw everything. How he inspected her breasts and buttocks unclothed and how he had an orgasm close to the window, oh God, no, how embarrassing,” he thinks in panic.
“I, I, I…” he stammers. She turns to him. With a gentle smile, she calms him down a bit. “You’re a man and men like to look at women and I like to be looked at, it’s natural,” she says. He starts to sweat. “Come on, you’re all warm, let’s get you free for a bit,” she says caringly. With practiced grips, she removes his uniform and shirt faster than Archibald can comprehend. At the same time she stretches her arms and chest forward. That’s too much bust load for the top button. In a wide arc, this blows off from the blouse. Now, like a cascade of dominoes, the lower buttons of the blouse are also blown off. She takes off all her clothes except for the lingerie. Archibald blushes and turns around in shame.
She hugs him from behind and feels the individual vertebrae of his crooked spine and tenderly kisses his misshapen neck. He feels the velvety warmth of her body and how the heavy bosom slides over his back. The shock finally gives way to deep, erotic pleasure. He finally takes off his pants. “Am I your first wife?” she asks him softly and gently. He nods awkwardly. “I’ll show you how to make a woman happy.” He is their student and that is more than fine with him.
His first cunnilingus – and her first orgasm for today
She sits down on the bed and spreads her voluminous legs as far as they will go. “Kiss me on the inside of my thighs, please,” she instructs him with her gentle dominance. Archibald kneels with his crooked back in front of her crotch. He obeys immediately and starts kissing the inside of the thighs. The thighs have a firm shape, but feel warm and soft, as he notes at first touch. Jasmin enjoys the shy, loving touches. She can’t wait for his kisses to move upward from her knee toward her pleasure center. The further up he gets to the crotch, the stronger Jasmine’s reactions become. More and more often, the legs spread wide react. A new instruction follows: “This is the clit, please lick it tenderly with your tongue” – and shows him the way with your finger. Immediately he does what she wants. The legs jump up uncontrollably lustfully more often, accompanied by Jasmin’s moans.
It is a strange picture, the beauty on the bed and in front of it kneels Quasimodo with a stiff and big cock. Archibald notices how her body tenses and begins to tremble slightly. Her mouth, as if open, forms into an “O”. Then, with the violent support of her hand, orgasm overtakes her. After several violent, jerking movements, Jasmin’s body relaxes completely. She feels comfortable and satisfied and kisses him. “My big, wonderful boy,” she whispers in his ear.
The first titty fuck of his life and a splashing orgasm
After they both catch themselves, Jasmine instructs the still unsatisfied Archibald to sit on the bed. She asks tenderly, “Am I the first woman to hold your cock?” “Yes,” he replies. Pleasurably, hesitating a second to savor the moment, she takes his stiff strap like a trophy in her soft hands and begins to guide her hand up and down. She makes sure he gets a good look at her bouncing breasts. Archibald soon supports the movement by moving his butt back and forth.
Archibald completely forgets himself in this wonderful soft contact with this woman. Jasmine enjoys the sight of Archibald’s distorted face, which has completely lost its shape. She changes position and squeezes his cock between her warm and soft breasts. Archibald is moving faster and faster. The breasts quiver under the violent movement. The orgasm comes quickly. A full load of cum lands right in Jasmin’s face. Smiling, she accepts the gift. “You don’t have to apologize,” she says gently.
Quickly they both freshened up. The evening is still young. Again Jasmin starts to work the cock and sucks it. Archibald stands in front of her with his 145 cm height. She kneels in front of Archibald and lowers her head to the level of his stiff cock. An idiosyncratic image. A little guy stands in front of big Jasmine and she kneels in front of him to suck his cock. The splendor butt she stretches slightly spread in the air. From behind, this is certainly an arousing sight.
Between her big breasts his head disappears almost completely
When the tail is again hard as a board, big and long, she lies down on the bed. “Archibald, please put your cock in here carefully,” she instructs him, pointing her index finger at her cleft. “Yes, mam,” it escapes him. He lays on top of her and his cock slides into her pussy with feeling. His head comes to rest on her breasts. It’s divine for the little guy. His cock in her pleasure grotto creates a wonderful feeling. Their bellies touch and every little movement creates a sexual well-being. And then this bosom. “Please, lick the nipples tenderly with your tongue and bite into them lightly,” is another instruction. “Yes, Mam,” he mumbles. Then everything feels very light. He moves the tail and both experienced fireworks of pleasure. When Archibald carefully bites into her stiff and grown nipples, Jasmine acknowledges this with a squeal, in an unusual high pitch for her. Jasmine put her arms back, a sign of maximum confidence and well-being in a woman.
More and more violently he moves his cock. Jasmin wants the climax and moves her pelvis in opposite movements to intensify the friction. The enormous length of the cock prevents it from jumping out of her wet pussy. Both come almost simultaneously. Archibald explodes with pleasure and happiness deep in her cleft. A residual load he squirts on her breasts. Again Jasmin’s body begins to tremble slightly, to relax completely after the violent movement of the abdomen.
For the moment, both do not want to disturb this well-being. For a while Archibald lies like this on the belly of Jasmin, who moans contentedly from time to time, his head almost disappearing between her breasts.
Then it’s over.
Jasmine will not be able to forget the little pageboy so quickly
Jasmin packs her bags and checks out the following morning. To the astonishment of the receptionist, she leaves another £150 tip for the bellboy Archibald. “For the excellent service,” she flutes on her way out.
Whenever the flight schedule permits, Jasmin checks into the Victoria Excelsior Hotel, room 605. On the first evening, she continues to stand always in front of the imaginary mirror and Archibald behind it. Then on the second day, they both have fun to the point of complete exhaustion.
– – –
Hotel manager Ms. Solmeier, an attractive woman in her late forties, has to keep up with the task of checking ambiguous entries in the hotel’s Internet rating portal. So one day an unclear entry for correction is found in her electronic mailbox:
“The small staff at the hotel was able to fully satisfy my neediness.”
This was the entry of a user named Pilotgirl. “Shouldn’t it be called needs here?” was the attached question. Mrs. Solmeier started to smile. A bellboy’s large tip recently caught her attention. The facts of the case are known to her. She continued to smile and bite her lower lip with her teeth in excitement. “Release entry unchanged,” she finally replies. She also ensured that the glass pane in the closet in room 605 was not replaced indefinitely.
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