The Escort

a Sonny & Brenda story

 

Bonus Epilogue--NC17

"Buckle up sweetheart." Brenda looked at Sonny, and smiled. He was always so concerned with her safety and welfare. She fastened her seatbelt, and looked around the private jet. The main cabin looked more like a living room than an airplane. She and Sonny were seated on a couch fitted with seatbelts. Joseph and Tony were each seated in armchairs that swiveled, facing the couch. The pilot's voice came over the intercom; "Mr. Corinthos, we're beginning our take off. Please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened until I turn off the light." Sonny acknowledged his words with a nod of the head. Brenda leaned forward and reached for some magazines that were lying on the table in front of them. As she did, her very low cut white pants crept even lower, exposing the top of her shapely ass. Sonny couldn't help but stare. Then, he remembered they weren't alone and quickly looked up at his men to make sure they couldn't see what he could. They were busy talking amongst themselves. Sonny looked back to Brenda, who was still stretched forward, trying to decide which magazine she wanted. "Vogue…Cosmopolitan…" she turned her head and looked at her husband; "you got these for me, didn't you?" Normally, Sonny would have given her a wide, dimpled grin, but his face now reflected how insanely horny he was. Brenda shuddered at the look he was giving her; there was no mistaking what Sonny had on his mind. She selected the Vogue, and sat back. Sonny continued to stare at her face, and she could feel the heat radiating from him. "This is going to be an interesting trip," she mused.

Sonny was silently plotting. There was no way he was waiting until they'd arrived at the casino on his private island before making love to his bride. No way. He glanced up at the seatbelt light…it was still on. "Damn it," he thought. Then he looked at Joseph, who had stopped talking to Tony, and was eyeing the boss with some trepidation. He'd gotten very good at reading Sonny, and could tell something was bothering him. Sonny looked him in the eyes, looked back up at the seatbelt light, and then back again to Joseph, who quickly figured out what the boss was thinking. After all, what man wouldn't think the same thing? Except of course, for Tony, but Joseph didn't like to dwell on that. He nodded his head, letting Sonny know he understood. They all sat in silence…Brenda reading her magazine; Tony resting with his eyes closed; and Sonny and Joseph biding their time. After what seemed like an eternity to Sonny, the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign. Sonny again looked at Joseph, and motioned towards the cockpit with his head. The message was clear, "take Tony and get the hell out of here." Joseph undid his seat belt, then reached over and nudged Tony. "Huh, what?" Tony said, waking up. Brenda looked up as well, wondering what was going on. "Let's go man," Joseph said. "Go? Go where?" Tony asked, glancing at their boss. Sonny glared at him, and Tony got the message. "Oh yeah…let's go check out the cockpit." The two men hurried out of the cabin. Brenda felt a flush of heat come over her; she knew what was going to happen next. She undid her own seatbelt (as did Sonny), and put the magazine back on the table. Then she turned and looked at Sonny.

"Come 'ere," he commanded in a low, husky voice. Brenda tilted her head; "what me? Over there?" Sonny smiled, "don't play coy baby. You know what I want, and you know I intended to have it…have you…right now." Brenda almost lost the use of her limbs with that statement, but managed to crawl over to Sonny, and straddled his lap. "Oh yeah," he growled, taking her face in his hands and then kissing her deep and long. When he released her, she hung her head back so he could feast on her neck. As he did, he slid his hands down her body till they reached the top of her pants. "Do you have any idea how hot you look in these?" he asked her, slipping both hands in between the pants and her body. His fingers could only slip in an inch or so. Brenda shivered with arousal, and replied, "I was hoping you'd think so." Frustrated that he couldn't touch more of her skin, Sonny removed his hands from her pants, and up to her white halter top. In one motion, he pulled the top up to reveal her breasts, and lowered his mouth onto one of them. "Ooh Sonny…" Brenda moaned. Sonny moved his hands back down to her ass, but on the outside of her pants this time. He pulled her close, and started grinding his outrageously hard cock against her. Although they were both fully clothed, it felt as if they weren't. Sonny suckled on her nipple, and Brenda joined him with her own pelvic moments.

Sonny reached a point where he couldn't take it any more. "Get off," he told her. Brenda was confused, "why, what's wrong?" Sonny pulled her top all the way over her head and off. "You have far too many clothes on," he replied. "I want you naked, and riding me…and I mean now." Brenda laughed; that sounded pretty good to her. She moved off him, kicked off her sandals, and pulled off her pants and thong. Sonny quickly lowered his own pants and underwear down to his ankles, and then unbuttoned his shirt, but left it on. He stroked his member with one hand, waiting for her to come back. "Don't worry baby," Brenda told him, eyeing what he had in store for her. "Brenda's gonna take good care of that." Sonny smiled, "damn right you are woman!" Brenda climbed back on top of him, and Sonny immediately reached a hand down to stroke her pussy. He wanted to ensure she was wet enough for him…which she definitely was. Brenda helped him guide himself into her, and then sank down on him slowly. Since that night they'd first made love, they'd done it a million times. Every night…every morning…usually more than once each time…and sometimes in the middle of the day if Sonny didn't have business to take care of. Brenda was still trying to decide what career she wanted to pursue, so she was mostly home in the penthouse. Her heart would race with excitement if the door would open during the day and Sonny would walk in. But, no matter how often they made love, she always had to give herself some time to get used to his large cock filling her up.

Sonny waited, as he always did, until Brenda indicated she was ready to continue. This time, she let him know by starting to ride him. She took it slow at first; pulling almost all the way off and then sliding back down. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were on his exposed chest. Sonny was cupping her ass in his hands. He wanted to add his own thrusts to the mix, but was waiting until she increased her motion. He didn't have to wait long. Brenda was fast approaching climax and started slamming herself down onto him. "Oh fuck!" he cried, and thrust up to meet her. "Sonny!!!!!!!" Brenda screamed, erupting into ecstasy. She collapsed forward onto him, shaking uncontrollably from the orgasm. Sonny held her ass tightly and continued thrusting…feeling like he'd explode into a million pieces if he didn't cum soon. Brenda nibbled on his earlobe and whispered encouragements into his ear. "You feel so fucking good Sonny…cum inside me baby…come on…" Sonny released with volcanic force, "unhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His orgasm caused Brenda to feel another one approaching. She started riding him again, milking him as he came. Sonny thought he would pass out; everything went black except for the stars flashing in front of him. Luckily for Brenda, he remained hard inside of her long enough for her second orgasm. "I'm…cumming…again!" she panted. Sonny, who had regained use of his faculties, gave her some encouragement of his own. "That's it baby…let me hear you cum." "Ooh…yeah…oooooooooooh!" Brenda wailed as she crested again. She then gave Sonny a long, wet kiss, which he returned with vigor. "Couldn't wait for the honeymoon to start?" she teased, staring into his eyes. "It started the moment we met baby," Sonny replied; "and it'll go on for the rest of our lives."

The End