3 comments/ 27091 views/ 3 favorites Pleasure Flight Ch. 01 By: PrettyMissM It was a dismal snowy day at Frankfurt airport on the last Friday before Christmas. Snow the previous day had forced management to close the airport and cancel flights deemed unnecessary. Francesca was a victim of the chaos and she sighed loudly as she sat by her departure gate. Having missed her flight in the scramble to check baggage in, she had been relieved to be on standby for the next flight, until she realised she was one of 160, with 25 seats currently free. She silently prayed for a miracle as she noticed a pilot approaching the unhappy passengers. She noticed the captain straight away, smiling despite the disaster around him. She noticed him glance at her and felt herself blush. She was far from unattractive, but after 15 hours on the road she felt far from her best. She flicked her long black hair and smiled back, her blue eyes sparkly despite her tiredness. She watched the captain approach the desk and looked at his body through his trousers. She guessed him at least ten years older than her and she grinned. She knew it had been a while since her last time but she felt almost dirty for leering so obviously at this stranger. She decided to join the queue and see if there was any hope at all. Michael had also had a long day. After three overnight stays he was looking forward to sleeping in his own bed. He'd seen chaos at airports before, but not like this, and not as a passenger. He knew he was confirmed on the flight, but had to collect his boarding pass from the gate. He'd noticed the girl with dark hair sitting alone and felt a sudden attraction. Looking young, he guessed in her mid twenties, she was far from a supermodel, but there was something about her eyes, her hair, the slightly vulnerable look on her face. He felt his cock harden a little. God he was desperate, but while his mates were happy to have one night stands with anyone, Michael was rather more discerning. No, only those worthy would get his cock. Though with the way he felt his cock throbbing now, he may need to change that, he thought to himself. Francesca approached the desk and smiled at Michael again. Passengers were being taken off the flight as the standby list decreased. Not fast enough as Francesca was 80 of 160. As she walked into the crowd she screamed as an angry woman nudged her hard in the back. Trying to save herself from falling her hands found Michael's leg as she collided with him from the side, her handbag dropping as she fell. 'Ooh careful!' Michael smiled as his strong hands broke her fall. 'Are you okay?' He asked as he bent to pick up her handbag. Francesca nodded and felt tears start to fill her eyes. After hours of holding it together she felt herself crumbling. She tried to resolve herself quickly though her attempts to mask her tears, but failed as Michael touched her hand. 'Hey, are you okay?' 'Sorry.' She said quietly. Nervously laughing as she noticed his dark brown eyes. 'I'm just so tired and all I want is to go home'. She laughed again. 'I mean so do all of these people, but I've been working away for weeks and just want some home comforts. It's been such a bad day!' Michael smiled apologetically and noticed just how pretty she was close up, her skin flawless and radiant, her lips glossy but natural. He knew he could help her get home and suddenly his loins took over. 'Show me your boarding pass.' He said as he took his from the increasingly stressed attendant. Francesca was confused but handed it over, noticing Captain Michael's name badge. Michael leant close to the attendant and whispered while pointing at her boarding pass. The attendant nodded and produced another boarding pass. Francesca froze on the spot as she realised she had got a seat. Michael smiled at her 'But how..?' She asked, her eyes searching Michael. He felt his cock harden as he looked up her body. Her breasts looked bigger than exes he'd had. The thought of playing with them excited him even more. 'Trick of the trade! Where are you sitting?' He peered at her card. 'Oh 5F? Next to me!' He smiled as he showed her his card. 'Come on we should get out of here. This will be going on a while yet' Overcome by the shock of finally going home, Francesca followed Michael as he surrendered his boarding pass and walked down the stairs to the transfer bus. They found seats at the back as passengers congratulated each other, relieved to be heading home. 'I can't believe I'm finally going home! How can I thank you? Francesca said, her face brighter and more animated. Michael knew how she would reward him, but decided to keep it to himself. For now. Instead he beamed at her and insisted it was no big deal. They sat quietly for a moment and Michael peered down Francesca's low cut dress, admiring the smooth round breasts encased in a black lace bra. He was going to enjoy exploring them later. His eyes looked down to her legs, sheathed in thick black tights. They would have to go, he'd tear them off if need be. Francesca was so relieved and excited about going home, she thought she had caught Michael's eyes on her breasts and was sure he was interested as he looked at her legs. She smiled and held his gaze in hers for a few moments, feeling her clit throb momentarily at the thought of this sexy pilot fancying her. Michael's plan was working and faster than he first thought, knowing his way was clear he let his thigh press against Francesca's slightly and saw her eyes widen in excitement. The sudden movement of the now packed bus moving off interrupted their thoughts as the passengers were transported to the waiting aircraft. Michael led Francesca up the steps and to her seat by the window, placing her bag and coat in the overhead locker. 'Are you feeling better?' Michael asked, smiling. 'Much! I still can't believe it!' She smiled, her blue eyes twinkling in the light. She looked down between Michael's legs and spotted his semi hard cock pushing his trousers outward. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't avoid the wetness in her tight pussy. She sat back to relax and closed her eyes. Michael watched Francesca dozing, vaguely stirring through take off before falling into a further sleep. To his left the suited businessman had fallen asleep, snoring loudly as his head lolled precariously into the aisle. Michael looked around and realised he was the only person awake. Smiling to himself he shifted in his seat for optimum position as he gently stroked Francesca's hand, allowing his fingers to slip onto her thighs. Francesca stirred and suddenly opened her eyes, before smiling and preparing to speak. 'Shhh it's okay.' Michael whispered, before taking her hand in his and gently kissing it, placing it onto his lap, close to his now rock hard cock. Holding her hand in place with one hand, he used the other to stroke her soft hair, her cheek and down her back before gently kissing her lips. Francesca's pussy was soaking at Michael's touch, his kisses and gentle probes of his tongue were driving her crazy. Kissing him back passionately, she had to stop herself from tearing his clothes off there and then, the tension between them electric. His fingers worked his trousers and Francesca could only marvel as his cock sprang into view. A good length and very wide, she instinctively took him into her mouth, deep throating silently as his cock pushed her gag reflex to her limits. God she sucks well Michael thought to himself as he roughly slipped his hand down her dress and pinched her nipples, his hand cupping her F cup breasts, causing her to moan loudly sending vibrations along his shaft. Her tongue expertly flicked his shaft and head as she hungrily lapped up the sweet pre cum he was leaking. He needed to cum badly he thought, smiling as he remembered he hadn't cum that day. She'd get a really big load down her throat! Francesca loved sucking Michael's cock and was enjoying the sweet taste and sensation of him teasing her nipples. Feeling her juices on her knickers, she was desperate to cum, but was hungry for cum too. This was the best cock she had ever sucked and couldn't wait to taste his cum. He pushed down on her head and thrust upwards to fuck her throat. Her mouth was wide open and filled and she was hungry for his spunk. She wasn't disappointed as suddenly Michael held her head down and filled her mouth with hot White cum. Swallowing as much as she could with his cock inside her, she eagerly licked the last few drops as his cock pumped more cum. She'd never swallowed so much before, but felt so sexy for doing so now. Michael quickly fastened his trousers and gasped, looking momentarily stunned as the aftershocks of his orgasm took over him. Reaching down to Francesca's dress, he forcefully pushed the hem up, revealing her legs in stockings. Seeing the pale bare flesh at the top of her thighs instead of the tights he expected almost made him cum again. He pushed her thighs apart as much as the seat would allow and slid his hand between her thighs and up to her pussy. Slipping her black thong aside, he found her soft smooth pussy lips covered in sweet warm juice. What a horny bitch he thought, he loved young shaven pussy! He probed further, his fingers finding her throbbing clit between her lips. Francesca moaned as Michael rubbed her clit, biting her lip as he squeezed her nipples with his other hand. She had such good tits for playing with, he had plans for those too. He concentrated on her pussy now, gently easing one finger inside. Her flowing juices helped him but did not hide just how tight her little young hole was. Working his finger deep he surprised her with a second finger as his thumb worked her clit. Writhing in the seat Francesca was so close to cumming before a hard squeeze of her right nipple forced her to cum. Biting her lip and panting as quietly as she could, her thighs gripped Michael's hand vicelike. Suddenly remembering herself she relaxed and smoothed her dress over her knees before watching Michael licking his fingers. Smiling at each other he gently kissed her lips and put his arm around her, allowing them both to rest their eyes. Francesca and Michael are pseudonyms for a real woman and man from the UK. Michael is a pilot and Francesca works in an office. The stories are based on real events or fantasies we have discussed. Please rate, comment and suggest new fantasies. The more we do, the more material I have! Thanks for reading and enjoy! Pleasure Flight Ch. 02 Soon after the captain announced the final approach to Manchester and the passengers began to wake. Passport control passed by in a haze and Francesca wondered how this liaison would end as she waited at the baggage carousel. Michael hadn't said much since they landed, reverting to the stranger he had been before, a vague familiarity. She had seen him walk to the gents and was relieved to see her suitcase coming. As she picked up her case she heard a voice behind her. 'You need a hand with that?' Michael smiled, taking the case without waiting for an answer. She smiled and nodded as they walked through the arrivals hall. He was still distant and she suddenly realised she needed to get a taxi. 'Hey I need to be going the other way to get a taxi home.' 'You'll be waiting for ages for one! Friday night, week before Christmas, it's 1am now.' He paused, seeing the nervous look on her face. The wild cock sucking slut he'd facefucked on the plane looked vulnerable again. He liked both, he could have some real fun with this girl. 'Look I could drive you home, you live far away?' She thought about replying with a sexy sarcastic remark, but his attitude was businesslike, almost like a different person. 'Well, not really, about fifteen miles away.' 'Oh that's nothing! 20 minutes at this time of night! You don't have to, but you can see my ID, I'm a real captain, you can trust me.' She thought for a moment. She liked him despite his change in attitude. She smiled and nodded as they walked out towards the car park. The freezing air hit her as they walked the dimly lit walkway to the car park. Suddenly realising they were alone, Francesca paused for a moment, hoping she hadn't made a terrible mistake. Michael turned and smiled, coming closer and wrapping his hands around her, placing them on her arse as his lips found hers, his tongue eagerly seeking hers as they ferociously kissed. He pulled away and kissed her neck and beckoned her to carry on walking with him. 'I had to be careful back there' he explained. 'That place is awful for gossip at the best of times and I need to be seen as professional at all times.' He laughed, the cool exterior she'd seen in the terminal gone now. 'I've never done anything like that either, I mean with a passenger and at work, you know?' I laugh as we stop at your car, you putting my case in the boot and opening the door for me. 'Well, I don't do stuff like this, I mean, that either, I just, I dunno, it just felt so...' 'Shhhh.' Michael whispered as his lips met Francesca's again. With more room in the car his hands roamed her body as her gentle touch explored him. Francesca was so wet again. She wanted Michael to fuck her and knew he wanted the same. She pulled away and looked into his eyes. 'Make love to me' she whispered. Her words made Michael throb as he kissed her and started to drive. 'I'm going to. You sexy sexy girl!' He smiled, driving faster as they approached the motorway. Vaguely aware of her surroundings Francesca noticed he wasn't heading towards her home, but she didn't mind. She wanted his cock and was going to enjoy it. His left hand stroked her thighs as he drove whilst Francesca massaged his cock and thighs. After short drive down a country lane, they parked at a large country hotel. 'Wait here.' He whispered as he kissed her lips. She nodded and watched him disappear into the hotel. Minutes later and Michael returned and led the way into a building behind the main hotel with bedrooms. Francesca was nervous but excited, sucking that cock with her mouth had made her pussy even hungrier for a fucking. They soon arrived at their room and she grinned at the sight of the four poster bed and the deep red bed linen. The door closed firmly behind them and Michael gently kissed her, sliding his hands up her dress and lifting it over her head in the process. The sight of her in just her black lingerie made his cock leak even more as it throbbed uncontrollably. Her full breasts looked so inviting in her black lace push up bra. Her matching thong displayed her round arse perfectly. Francesca's skilled hands wasted no time and she unfastened his trousers and revealed his hard cock and shaven balls. 'On your knees.' He commanded, masterfully as she kneeled, smiling. 'Mmm good girl.' Michael smiled, stroking Francesca's pretty face with his cock. Knowing what he wanted, she wasted no time in sucking his length, allowing every drop of precum to trickle onto her tongue and down her throat. She stopped for a moment to lick his balls and groaned as Michael pushed his balls into her mouth, holding her head for support so she could hardly move. His balls felt and tasted so good, so soft and smooth and big. She teased with her tongue and felt her clit throbbing. She needed him to fuck her badly. He knew what she wanted too and he badly needed to stretch the tight pussy he'd played with. Wasting no time he stood and held her hand to pull her to her feet. Slipping her knickers and bra off he thought it a waste to take the stockings off, so he left them as he slowly kissed his way up her leg and to her pussy, savouring her sweet aroma as he got closer, he eagerly flicked his tongue at her swollen pink lips. Tenderly licking the outside he used his fingers to part her pussy lips and allow him a good look inside her sweet little hole. He couldn't believe how tight it looked and he pressed his tongue against her opening. He was sure she couldn't be a virgin, she sucked too well to be, but she was incredibly tight. Francesca writhed in Michael's grasp as his tongue explored her. She was desperate to be filled and she cried out for him to fuck her. Needing no encouragement Michael knelt between her legs and eased himself down on top of her as his cock pressed against her tight entrance. 'Shouldn't we use a...' Francesca started. Before she could finish Michael's tongue probed her mouth, silencing her as his cock pushed all the way inside her narrow young cunt. Fuck he's big Francesca thought as Michael's cock pushed her apart. He pulled away from her lips as he slowly and steadily thrust in and out of her glistening pussy. Needful moans filled the room as Michael thrust harder and faster, his hands roughly pushing Francesca's legs onto his shoulders. The depth of his penetration sent Francesca into a frenzy, screaming in pleasure as she came, her hands holding the duvet for dear life. Michael tried desperately not to cum as Francesca came over his cock. Her pussy cum made her cunt so slippery he could pound her all night. He gripped her legs tighter and rested his full weight on her so she could feel the full force of his cock with every hard thrust. Her juices splashed against his balls and he ground his cock into her. Deciding to be more dominant he wanted her on her knees. Obliging, Francesca bent over, allowing him a good look at her tight arsehole too. He could barely see how he'd get a finger in there, but where there's a will there's a way, he thought. On all fours, Francesca gasped as Michael eased into her cunt. Expecting him to fuck her hard and fast he stayed still, his fingers working their way around her juices. Suddenly she knew what he was doing as his finger eased into her arse. All the way until he knew it was as deep as it could go, and then he pounded her. Francesca had never been fucked so hard in her life. She'd gone wild with her toys before but never this hard for fear of hurting herself. Michael slapped her arse hard and admired the red mark his hand left. Reaching down with his free hand he gripped her tits and pinched her nipples, his chest against her back and his mouth nibbling her ears and neck. 'Fuck you are fuckable Francesca!' He breathlessly whispered into her ear. Her pussy was wild now and just as she thought she couldn't get any more pleasure she felt her arse stretched even more by a second finger. 'Arghhh oh FUCK!!!!!!' She cried, feeling pain and pleasure together. His fingers working her arse she knew he was stretching her to her limits. She could hardly stand the sensations any longer and came for the third time, her cries louder this time. Michael was a man possessed as he felt his orgasm approaching. Pulling out of her pussy he slid his cock almost all the way into her arse, splitting her hole roughly before exploding deep within her virgin arse, burying three fingers in her dripping pussy to make sure she was filled. Francesca yelped in pain as Michael's cock impaled her arse. Yet pleasure took over as she felt hot jets of cum filling her forbidden hole. The sensation of Michael's fingers stuffed in her pussy drove her crazy. Lying still she let Michael finish pumping before he gently slipped out, careful not to hurt her and turned her body over. Her hair was stuck to her face and her eye make-up running down her face, making her look a total slut. He loved it and loved the pink glow her orgasms had given her. 'Open wide' he grinned as his cock approached her face. She was relieved to see how clean it was, apart from the cum dripping off the end. Eager not to waste any she licked his head and sucked him clean. Her sucking was so good he felt his cock harden again. He shouldn't be able to recover so quickly but his cock was wild. He could feel his orgasm building as he gripped Francesca's pretty face and roughly fucked her mouth. He didn't last long and he cried out as he filled her throat with cum again. Moaning as she swallowed every drop without stopping for breath, this girl loved his cum. Finally withdrawing from her mouth he looked down at her and smiled. She looked vulnerable again, but with a slutty look too. He kissed her forehead and pulled her body close to him as she held him. He stroked her soft skin and kissed her once more before he closed his eyes. Francesca was already sleeping and both were thinking of what the morning would bring. Pleasure Flight Ch. 03 The room was filled with light as Francesca opened her eyes. She took a moment to remember the night before. She couldn't believe how things had turned out. Michael was lying facing her sleeping softly. She nuzzled close to him and kissed his chest, letting her hand softly stroke his body. Feeling naughty she pulled the covers back and kissed down his chest and stomach, pausing briefly as Michael stirred and rolled onto his back. Perfect Francesca thought. His cock lay flaccid between his legs. She hadn't seen it soft before, but it wouldn't be for long. She gently used her soft lips to guide his cock into her mouth, using her tongue to help push all of it in. It felt so warm as she crammed it all into her mouth. Feeling it start to harden she held the base and started to suck up and down. Soon Michael was throbbing and could barely believe his eyes as he woke. This hot girl couldn't get enough of his dick. He moaned and Francesca paused and looked up, her sexy mouth poised over his head. 'Well don't stop! I'm enjoying this!' Michael smiled, gripping her hair and encouraging her to suck. She looked wonderful with his throbbing cock jammed into her young mouth and it felt even better as her tongue licked up the precum he oozed. She cupped his balls and gripped his arse, allowing her fingers to tease his arsehole. He moaned loudly and Francesca pressed harder, the effect of her finger giving him so much pleasure making him scream and shudder. Knowing she had him where she wanted him Francesca pushed Michael's legs up and proceeded to lick his arse, pushing her tongue into his tight hole. She wanked him hard and as she felt him get close to cumming she swapped hands and mouth just in time to feel his hot cum spraying into her mouth. Again she didn't stop until she had every drop, but this time she showed him her cum filled mouth. He normally liked his load to be swallowed straight away but the way Francesca flicked his cum over her lips and mouth drove him wild. She swallowed in three lots, and couldn't believe what a slut she was being. She exhaled and cuddled up to Michael again as he stroked her body. Lying still for a few moments, Francesca broke the silence. 'You couldn't go and get my suitcase could you? I could do with really freshening up and changing my clothes.' Michael grinned. They had left Francesca's huge suitcase in the car overnight, but Michael had brought his overnight bag with him. He nodded and pulled on his jeans and a t shirt and slipped on his shoes. Francesca lay still before heading to the bathroom, she may as well start to shower off. Michael returned minutes later and walked into the bathroom. Despite having known each other less than 24 hours the pair seemed comfortable with each other. Francesca peered out from the shower shyly, her long black hair wet. 'Could you get my washbag out? It's black, you can't miss it. My shampoo is in there too.' As Michael went to get Francesca's shampoo he laughed to himself. She was treating him like her slave. She was a good fuck though. He spied her various items of lingerie and clothes as he pulled out her washbag, briefly stroking her soft lace knickers. Well what have we here! He exclaimed to himself. Under the shampoo and conditioner was a realistic cock dildo. Black and around 8 inches long and very wide, it wasn't a dildo for the faint hearted. His cock throbbed as he imagined her using it. He quickly took it out and hid it in the bed before stripping and walking into the bathroom, joining Francesca in the shower. Francesca kissed Michael's lips as the water cascaded down their naked bodies. Soaping each other up felt so sexy, their hands tenderly exploring each other. Michael was out of the shower first and towelled himself in the room, leaving Francesca to dry her hair. She emerged minutes later, looking fresh and sweet. She sat on the bed and Michael sat beside her, his naked skin close to hers. Stroking her body with his fingertips he gently pushed her onto her back, kissing her neck before mounting her, his semi hard cock pushing against her inner thigh. Playing hard to get Francesca playfully shuffled up the bed and giggled loudly, pulling the covers back and diving under the covers. 'Come here you bad girl.' Michael cried, mock menace in his voice. He let Francesca lie still on her back before gently stroking her pussy with his fingers. After the hard fucking Michael had given her, his soft touches were a welcome change. She relaxed and moaned softly at each stroke of her clit, her pussy soaking again. Michael was so relaxed playing with her pussy like this. He could sit and stroke it all day. But he knew he needed the element of surprise for what he had in store. He told Francesca to lie still as he stroked her body, kissing her breasts and shoulders before moving to her thighs. He could see she was loving his tenderness and was totally relaxed. Her body moved however he wanted and he gently pushed her legs apart wide and massaged her pussy. She looked so sweet with her eyes closed he thought as he gripped the base of the heavy, veiny dildo. He couldn't believe how thick it was. He wondered if she'd even had it in her tight cunt before. Well she was going to now! He pushed her lips apart and lined the shiny black head against her tiny opening. Fuck there was no way it'd go in there he thought. He took Francesca's hands and positioned himself so he held her hands down above her head with one hand and had the dildo lined with her cunt with the other. Now she was ready and with one hard push he rammed the rubber toy deep up her juicy hole. 'Aaaaarrrrrggggghhhh ooooowwweeeeeee!!!' Francesca screamed as her pussy was fucked hard. She suddenly realised Michael was using her dildo on her. He kissed her to muffle her moans and held her still. She had never managed to get so much inside her before, managing just the head before finding it too painful and pulling it out. But Michael showed no signs of relenting as the sound of Francesca's pussy being pounded filled the room. With deep fast thrusts Francesca could hardly control herself and wrapped her legs around Michael, screaming as her orgasm overcame her. Her pussy flooded with juices and he continued to push the dildo deeply as he thumbed her clit. 'Noooo stop I can't take anymore!' Francesca cried. Michael laughed and pulled the dildo, admiring her slippery cunt's tight grip on the toy. He pulled hard and she groaned as her pussy released it. It almost looked like she'd given birth to it as it fired out onto the bed. Francesca lay breathless, panting as she relaxed her legs on the bed, still open and revealing her swollen cunt lips. Her pussy was soaking and her juices trickled onto the bed. This girl was a dream Michael thought to himself as he kissed Francesca on the lips. He stroked her hair and closed his eyes as she gently caressed his back. Lying still for a few minutes she eventually walked into the bathroom to shower again. She emerged with her dry hair now roughly tied up and her body still damp. She dried herself as Michael showered and the pair dressed in silence. Finally as Francesca slipped on her boots Michael broke the silence. 'I'd better get you home then!' He smiled. 'Oh you don't have to...' 'It's okay I insist.' Francesca nodded and followed him to his car, a dim winter sun lighting the icy ground. They said little as Michael drove her home. As they finally arrived Michael leaned over to kiss her again. Francesca closed her eyes and savoured the taste of him for the last time. She made a move for the door before they got carried away again. 'Hey, aren't you forgetting something? There's no way I'm not seeing you again! Number now!!' Francesca laughed and they swapped numbers. She watched Michael drive away as she turned to walk home. She felt her phone vibrate and grinned as she read. 'See you soon hot pussy! X'. She felt her aching clit throb again and smiled. She couldn't wait to fuck Michael again.