The Mile High Club

It started off like any other flight. The WWE superstars and divas were on their way to another city, but this time, Dean was pre-occupied with the newest member of the WWE. Her name was Toni and she was hired on as Triple H's assistant. She had shoulder length brown hair and baby blue eyes, that he could easily get lost in. As Dean stood there, trying to get the girl out of his mind, he saw her walking towards him. She was wearing a low cut tank top, that accentuated her breasts, and a hoodie. She had a slim waist, that must have a little bigger then his thigh, However, it took him another minute to make his way down and take in her long slender legs, clad only in a dark denim mini-skirt. His thoughts were interrupted when Roman and Seth yelled that they needed him to move out of the way, so they could sit down. Dean moved out of the way and sat down, right next to Toni. He took the opportunity to stare at her chest, that was somewhat emphasized by her cotton zip-up hoodie and with all the deep breathing she was doing, in an attempt to calm her nerves. It was zipped to the perfect height - just enough to give hints of her tantalizing cleavage without showing off too much. Dean wanted to put his hand down the front of her top and find out if her skin was as soft as it looked. He wondered what her nipples looked like. Dean thought long and hard about his next step. It had been much too long since he'd really hada woman, he decided. He wouldn't even be considering this if he wasn't so damn horny, but his job didn't allow for much time to socialize.
He looked her over again while she talked herself in flying. "I take it this is your first time on a plane?", he asked her. She smiled and shook her head. Her little skirt had ridden even further up her thighs, leaving her smooth skin bare. And her tits! He couldn't imagine going the rest of his life without seeing or touching them. He would be very, very careful. Dean was certain she would be worth the risk. He excused himself and entered the small area, that was marked bathroom and shower area. Dean came back out, after a few minutes, and sat next to Toni. "I'm not going to be sweet about this", he said as he put his arm around her. He smiled and said, "Unzip your top please, Miss Roberts." Toni looked at him and moved closer to the window. "Please, please, please don't do this. This is a huge mistake, I'm a good girl, I'm telling you-" Dean knew she was a good girl, but he also knew that if he didn't have her, then and there, then he would never get the chance again. "Toni, please don't make me ask you again. Undo your shirt please, now." Her hand trembled as she tugged at the oversized zipper toggle. She moved slowly, but she did unzip it to the bottom. She sniffled, clutching the garment. Dean could just make out the center of her bra. It was cream-colored and there was a small pink bow.
"You can keep it, for now. Fine. Open your shirt, please, all the way." Toni let the hoodie fall off her shoulders, as she opened her blouse. She could feel the cool air through the thin lace of her bra as it stiffened her nipples. She shivered, as Dean looked at her and scowled, "I can't make out anything. Is your bra padded?" "No," she replied indignantly. "It's not even lined!" He knew that, of course. Dean had been able to make out the color of her stiffened buds immediately: peaches and cream, with a flush of pink. "Are you wearing panties?", Dean asked as he smiled at her. Toni's eyes widened even more. "Y-yes...why?", she whispered. Dean looked at her and said, "Go on, Toni. Take them off." She did as she was told. She lifted her hips and pulled her panties down and then she was left with just her bra and mini skirt. Dean wasted no time, giving Toni her orders. "Now, take one of your fingers and insert it into your vagina. Do it now." The look on his face scared her. "Okay. Okay." She bit her lip and tears ran down her face as she shifted in her seat. Dean could see her legs opening as she closed her eyes and winced as she pushed her finger in. "now, pull it out and let me see." Her hand was trembling again as she brought her hand towards him. Dean grabbed her by the wrist and examined the finger closely. It was only wet up to the second knuckle.

"You only put it halfway in!" "I can't get it in any more at this angle," she said, clearly distressed.
"You're right," Dean responded after a moment. "We're going to finish this, in the trainer's room. Zip up your shirt and dry your face." Once she'd composed herself, he continued. "Do as I tell you, and don't even think about trying anything...understand?" At that moment, Dean stood and escorted her out the door and down the hallway, to a small room. "You have been making this difficult on me the entire time," Dean started. His tone was controlled but angry. Toni didn't bother to refute him; it seemed pointless by now. He was Dean Ambrose, the resident lunatic fringe and physically much larger and stronger than she was. He picked her up by her waist and sat her on the examination table. She was so small that his fingertips overlapped a touch. Her long slim legs brushed up against him in the small space as he situated the both of them. Then he began to undress her. This is nothing like that time in school, she thought quickly. He quickly unzipped her top and leaned to hang it on the door hook before turning back to look her over. Youthful and slender, her gorgeous grey eyes large with fear. She was beautiful.
Dean leaned forward and unhooked her delicate bra, peeling it away as he withdrew. He added it to the hook after checking her size - 34C. Her rack was perfect. It was big on her, but not ridiculously so, and Dean thought it was a good look for her. Her areolas were a beautiful color on her flawless, creamy skin. He gently held her wrists in either hand when she automatically moved to cover herself from his searing gaze. Toni looked up at him and swallowed. She was shaking like a leaf. "Raise your hands above your head." She did so, lifting her tits higher. "Good," he said. He tucked the front of her skirt into its waistband before pushing her thighs apart. "Now, insert your finger into your vagina again. Rest your other hand on your head." Dean sat on the stool directly in front of her, his face less than a foot from her most intimate areas. The whole picture was incredibly neat and perfect looking. Her pussy was waxed smooth and faintly glistening with her moisture. Her plump outer lips parted naturally, but her inner lips were sealed up tight. For now. Toni took a deep breath and tried again. Again, she wasn't able to make complete progress. "I can't," she sobbed. "I just can't do it."
Dean took her by the shoulder with firm but gentle hands and pulled her towards the edge of the countertop. He looked into her eyes and said, "I'm going to perform a physical check on you now." He slowly ran his fingertips over her soft pussy lips, feeling her body tense. He savored the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. He pushed one finger slowly into her. He was surprised at how tight she was. "Are you a virgin?" He blurted out before he could stop himself. Toni nodded. "Y-y-yes." "Don't worry. I'll be gentle." He worked his finger in deeper, taking his time until he had sunk it all the way in. Ashley gasped. She was getting wetter. He added another finger and was rewarded with a soft moan from his young captive. Dean slowly pumped her with two fingers while she soaked his hand. "I just have to check more thoroughly," he said. He shifted on his seat a bit to give his uncomfortably restrained cock more room in his pants. Then he turned his fingers around while moving them in and out, keeping his eyes on her face the whole while. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was moving wordlessly. She pulsed and clenched around the invading digits, her pussy making sensual noises from all the wetness. He moved his hand slightly, rubbing his fingertips against her g-spot in a circular motion while his palm did the same to her clit. She whimpered softly.

"D-D-Dean", Toni started, her voice trembling. "I don't...don't have...oh….oh...Oh God. There's nothing….nothing hidden...Ooh..." He shushed her mildly. "I'm not finished checking you yet." Dean removed his fingers from her unhurriedly. He spread open her lips with his large thumbs, starting at the bottom and pressing them to her clit on each side as he reached the top. He inhaled deeply as he stared into her sacred center. She smelled fresh and clean, like unscented soap. Dean leaned in, touching the tip of his nose to her clit as he sniffed at her. She jumped slightly. "I'm going to check your sweetness level", he said. He was so close to her that his lips brushed her labia as he spoke. Dean pulled Toni out towards him a little, angling her hips upward. He held her ass in his big hands, angling his forearms to keep her thighs open. She could only watch as he pressed his face into her, his breath tickling her pink petals as he sniffed at her. And then he thrust his tongue into her tightness. She cried out, her thighs instinctively attempting to close against his intrusion. Dean was much stronger than she was, and she gained little. He was still annoyed, however. He pulled his face back and looked up at her, his brow furrowed. Her eyes fixated on his mouth and she saw that his lips were shiny with her fluids.
"Don't interrupt me again," he growled at her. "Yes, okay," she said, blinking wetly down at him, "I'm sorry." He returned to his "sweetness check", memorizing the feel of her slick sheath around his tongue as he probed her deeply. Then he withdrew his tongue, pressing it up her gash until he reached her tumid clit. A weak whimper escaped her. He lapped at her languorously, filling the small room with the sound. Toni couldn't believe this was happening. Dean had moved his hands, transferring her weight back onto the table so that his hands were free. He needed them to keep her billowy lips open. He was slowly licking her clit over and over again. "You- oh, oh... You're not-ah...checking me anymore...ah, are you?" She managed timidly. He ignored her, intent on his work. He flicked the small node fervently with his tongue, sending Toni's long legs into a frenzy as he relentlessly drove her towards her climax. She bucked and moaned as she peaked and Dean kept her tightly held; he did not release his grip on her thighs until he'd pulled a second orgasm from her steamy center.
Toni felt faint. The times she'd brought her own climax through rubbing her clitoris had been nothing like having Dean lick it. And his fingers! He had rubbed something to wakefulness inside of her as they had penetrated her virginal entry. She was so confused. Part of her felt violated and wanted to crawl away and cry. Part of her wanted it to happen again. Dean stood, pulling her up carefully by the shoulders. She looked glassy-eyed as he re-positioned her on the edge. He wrapped his hand in her hair and lightly pulled, angling her head back. She blinked at him as his face came into view. "Are you okay?" He asked her. He stepped up to her, keeping himself between her legs. Her lower lip trembled. "I'm scared." Dean tenderly brushed away the tears from her cheeks. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I just...I got carried away a little, that's all", he said. She nodded at him, sniffling. "You're a really beautiful girl and you have a terrific body." His hands drifted down to rub along her thighs. He looked down at her. She had such a pretty, innocent face. He stroked her long hair, brushing it behind her ears on either side. Her breasts were completely uncovered again. He squeezed them then, hefting one in each hand. He took the next few minutes and slowly kneaded them. It was silent but for their breathing and Toni's occasional soft whimpers.

She could feel Dean's erection pressing into her leg. It felt large. "Are you on anything?" He asked her as he opened his pants. "What?" She shook her head, still looking stunned. "No... I don't, I've never..."
"Some girls do it anyway," he said dismissively. "It doesn't matter. I won't get you pregnant." She was watching him guide his hard cock towards her little hole. It was huge. It seemed to fill his hand, and she couldn't imagine that it would fit into her. She had felt stuffed by his fingers and they weren't nearly as big around. "Oh, oh no," Toni whispered. He kept his cock at her opening, letting her get used to its presence. "Just relax," he murmured as he pressed his lips to hers, his hands resting on her hips. "I'll take care of everything." Her lips were softer than he'd thought, and tasted faintly of strawberry lip gloss. She was still nervous, and kept her mouth closed. He was curious to find that her resistance was arousing him even more. Dean kissed around her face to her neck, running his hands down her thighs. He kissed his way back to her mouth, demanding in a whispering voice "Let me in, Toni", as he lightly squeezed her thighs in each hand. She opened for him this time, allowing his tongue to claim her as he wanted.

His fingers carefully parted her smooth labia, taking care to go slowly so as not to alarm her further. Dean took her legs, pulling them up around his waist. Toni could feel the hard muscle of his midsection against her inner thighs. She whimpered alluringly into his mouth while his fingers skillfully plied her sensitive nub. She relaxed some. He inched forward, his tip pressing forward into her cleft. When he felt her tense again, he moved his free hand to her breast, holding it while his thumb swept across her nipple to distract her. Toni felt dizzy. Dean was all over her - his tongue in her mouth, fingers rubbing her nipple and clit, and the large, anxious head of him rubbing against her tiny opening. She felt him enter her, and clutched tightly at his shoulders. His member felt even more massive than it had looked, and she could feel every single bit of him as he slowly infiltrated her slippery tightness. Dean pushed his way forward calculatingly while Toni's fingernails raked at his back. She couldn't believe how deeply she could feel him moving inside of her. He looked down at her. "It's...so big...you're...too deep," she sputtered.

"Toni", he told her patiently, "I'm only halfway in." Her walls clung to him as he withdrew a small amount. "I'm going to go much deeper." She cried out sweetly as he moved forward again. Dean grabbed her hips to hold them in place as he pushed himself into her completely. He grunted as his pubic hair mashed against her. Toni shuddered and moaned as he worked her insides. Dean couldn't believe how hot this girl was making him. It was more than just her surface beauty - she was highly responsive, even with the reluctance she felt. The way she clenched around him as he took her, how her nipples rubbed his chest as she arched against him. He was angry and frustrated that he would have to relinquish her once they were done. He felt her tightening around him, making it even more difficult to reach her bottom. Toni moaned loudly, her legs flailing about until he managed to grab them and wrestle her knees beneath his arms. He moved one hand to her shoulder to hold her, and put the other over her mouth. He clamped his elbows down to his sides, further locking her into position. "Look at me," he intoned. With some effort, she managed to focus on his face. He locked eyes with her. "Don't look away."
She nodded weakly, and then he was slamming himself in and out of her, and she was screaming into his hand as her pussy gripped him like a velvet vise. He pounded her insistently, unrelenting in his pace. He shifted a bit as he angled himself so he could hit her rough spot within. Toni's thighs tightened uncontrollably around his waist as he buried himself in her, almost violently. They both climaxed, and she went limp beneath him, drained by the experience. Dean scowled briefly; he hadn't intended for this to end so quickly. He kissed her before helping her up. He retrieved her bra and hoodie, handing them over wordlessly. Then he took a small stack of paper towels from the dispenser and held them out to her. She gingerly eased herself off of the countertop and looked at his outstretched hand, confused. "What's that for?", Toni asked, confused. Then she felt something between her thighs. "It's for soaking up all the cream I unloaded into you," he replied. It was beginning to seep out of her. He pressed the towels between her thighs and un-tucked her skirt.

"Can...May I put my panties back on, please?" She asked meekly. "No", he said as he looked her over and adjusted her clothing and hair quickly, making her presentable. "Go back tom your seat and sit down. I'll out in a minute. Wait-" He grabbed her possessively and kissed her deeply before unlocking the door and gently shoving her through it. Dean leaned against the door, breathing deeply. His heart was racing. Pull yourself together, Ambrose. He ran some cold water and splashed his face, taking a long hard look at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes were bright, his face flushed - he looked like he was high. When he reached his row, Toni was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. A strange look crossed her face as she saw him approaching. She seemed excited to see him, yet somehow scared as well. He felt oddly concerned for her. "Are you okay?" "Um. I'm just, a little sore. You know." He nodded and pulled a small flask out of his plane's pocket. "Have some," he said, offering her the bottle. She looked hesitant. "I- I don't drink". He was surprised by her words. "It'll help." Toni searched his face for a moment then accepted the drink. She took a couple of tester sips before drinking freely. "Thank you," she said, wiping off the mouth before handing it back to him. "It's a bit strong though, isn't it? Dean smiled and said, "Get used to it because from here on out, you will getting a lot of that and this", he said as he reached under her skirt and felt the sticky, sweetness that was him and her.