1. A Pilot and his Princess


    Date: 6/30/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Author: Brields, Source: sexstories.com

    To say I was relieved to retire would be an understatement. 10 years of flying shitty jet airliners, dealing with bitchy FAA personnel, as well as dumbass air traffic control, and suffering irregular sleep due to the job, had taken its toll. All for 25 bucks an hour. The benefits were really good, but still, pilot's don't come cheap. I didn't really need the money though. 20 years of working at Lockheed, being smart with my money, and finding a wife that would spend mainly her own money, I had already built a retirement all on my own. I never expected it to be like this though. I don't remember much, if not any of the crash. All I remember was that starboard engine quitting and thinking, fuck. Luckily the copilot was conscious through the ordeal. We were headed into Ontario International, thank god it was a cargo flight and we were empty of cargo. We had inexplicable lost power to the number two engine of the DC-10, turning us to the right towards the 210 freeway. I could either attempt to land on the 210, or trim out the plane and head for Chino, but I wasn't gonna make Ontario. I retracted the gear, and firewalled engine number three, then as I was applying left rudder and aileron, began throttling up engine number one incrementally. all in a smooth motion while the copilot, Eddie Simons, handled the ATC, who were probably flipping the fuck out. I had since taken off my headphones so I could hear what the plane was doing. A good pilot can listen to what his or her plane ...
    is telling him. We had lost what little altitude we had in the turn, and were now 250 feet off the deck, giving the afternoon morning commuters a nice wake up call. By the grace of god, I got the airplane flying again, and had engine one at 3 quarters throttle. We climbed back up to 500 feet, and I pointed the nose of the plane toward Chino. I contemplated getting back in the pattern for Ontario, when we felt a massive WHUMP. We lost all telemetry from engine 1, and the airplane started to turn to the left. The cargo handler came forward as I was righting the plane, and told us that the left wing was on fire. I then pushed the fire extinguisher button for engine number one and told our handler to buckle up, praying we could make the cow pastures of Chino. Neither flying or landing a DC-10 is hard. Gliding an empty DC-10 isn't hard. Trying to cover 30 miles on one engine, 500 feet off the ground? All I can say is religious faith and simulator time. Lots of simulator time. I'm not exaggerating when I say I heard a scrape as we passed over the final building, the plane shaking and groaning like it was enjoying the ordeal, engine 3 in the redline. When I woke up in the hospital, there were not a lot of people there. Just Simmons, and my wife Sally. "Welcome back Brian." Said Simmons. "How long?" I asked. "2 days. We had you transferred back to Nashville." "Thanks. I take it we didn't save her?" "No. Casualties were minimal." "Did Nicole make it out?" She was the cargo handler. ...
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