0 comments/ 33979 views/ 2 favorites Airplane By: PALady757 These late night flights are so boring. Everyone is sleeping, or trying to at least. I'd never do this if I didn't have to give that damn presentation first thing Monday morning. I was trying to keep my thoughts centered on the lecture I was to give but my mind kept wondering. As I walked to my seat when I boarded, I noticed a very nice looking man sitting near the front of the plane. It appeared that he was alone. I wondered if he too was on this flight because of business. I didn't have to wonder long as I looked up and saw him walking toward the back of the plane. I assumed he was going to the bathroom but he stopped beside me, smiled and said...Are you as bored as I am? Laughingly I answered...Yes, I believe I am. Mind if I sit down...he asked. No, please do...I replied. Extending his hand to me he offered...I'm Sean and it's a pleasure to meet you. Hi Sean, it's my pleasure as well...I said as I looked at him closely for the first time. He was actually nicer looking than I had originally thought. He was well dressed too, very professionally. He was quite tall, muscular and had a great smile. We chatted about the reasons for our being on this flight and it ended up that he was on his way to Pittsburgh, just as I was. He was single, in the medical profession, and hated to fly at night as much as I did. It seemed we had a lot in common from the beginning! We talked for several hours and finally ended up discussing the fact that because we were single it had been some time since either of us had been intimate with anyone! I don't mind admitting, the topic was stimulating! Sean placed one hand on my knee as he continued talking. I felt my nipples harden from just his touch. I was wearing a silky blouse and my rather large breasts filled it out well. Sean noticed my nipples immediately and smiled. It made me wonder if anything else was hardening!! As Sean talked, I leaned forward, close to his face. His lips eagerly touched mine as his hand slowly inched it's way up my thigh. My skirt was tight but I managed to spread my legs enough to allow Sean to find out on his own that I was not wearing any panties. MMMMM, you're wet...he whispered as his fingers touched my moist pussy...and I want you. He put one arm around my neck as his fingers rubbed my clit. I moaned out loud. It felt so good. I arched my back, moving slightly forward to allow him more space. He kissed my lips, my cheeks, down my throat. I was so turned on that I almost came. I gasped and his lips once again found mine to quiet me. Using his middle finger, he gently rubbed my clit, back and forth, slowly. I felt it get hard, felt the warmth it promoted deep inside of me. Unbutton your blouse...he instructed me between kisses. I did as he wished, leaving my big tits fall freely. Now, play with your nipples so I can see...he told me. I put both hands on my breasts, pushing them together, making my erect nipples touch. He leaned down and licked both of them. His mouth was so warm. He then took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked like a ravenous child. He inserted a finger just inside of my pussy. I wanted more. I tried to push my hips forward, to force him to enter me more deeply. Not yet Sweetie, be patient...he said with a grin as he pulled his hand from beneath my skirt and licked his finger... MMMMMMMMMMM, you taste so good. I am going to the bathroom...Sean stated...and I want you to come with me. Naturally, I agreed. Sean got up, adjusted his slacks and walked the few feet to the back of the plane. I held my blouse together and followed like a little lost puppy. The bathroom was so small that it was difficult to even turn around in. Sean shut the door and immediately took my tits in his hands. He leaned over and sucked one than the other. My nipples are very sensitive. I begged him to suck harder. I felt him bite my nipple. Sean, I'm going to cum...I moaned...please don't stop. He bit and sucked my nipples as I felt the heat building up inside of me. I placed both hands on his head, pushing him against my tits as I came so hard. Oooooohhhhhh, yessssssssss...was all I managed to emit. My little airplane slut is cumming...Sean said while watching me. Smiling, he stood erect and turned me around. He lifted my skirt, unzipped his pants and bent me over. He held his cock in his hand as he guided it to my dripping pussy. With one thrust he entered me, grabbing my hips to steady himself. Do you want me to fuck you hard slut?...he asked as his cock slid in and out of me...Tell me what you want. Yes Sean, I want you to fuck me hard...I replied in an almost gutteral voice...please fuck me harder. His hands held my ass as he pulled me against him, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper. You know what I want slut...he said between grunts...I want your tight little ass. I'm going to ram my cock right up your butt. With that, he pulled his hard dick out of my pussy, wrapped his fingers around it and pulled my ass back to meet the tip. He applied slight pressure as he rubbed it around my asshole. I want to make it wet for you...he said as he pushed a little harder...now, relax. I felt his cock begin to enter me as he let go of it. Placing his hands on my shoulders he rhythmically began pumping my butt. It was uncomfortable at first but he was so gentle and so slow. I had never had a cock in my ass before. I was afraid but soon his entire length was inside of me. He began pushing harder, pumping faster. I found myself pushing back, wanting more. Do you like my cock in your ass slut?...he wanted to know...if you do, tell me. Tell me you're an ass fucking slut. I love your cock up my ass...I replied as I came again. The feeling was incredible. I felt my pussy tighten, my ass muscles grabbing at his cock. I'm cummingggggggg...so hard...so good...oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...I screamed. Now baby, where do you want my cum...Sean said...I want you to tell me. I want you to cum in my ass...I begged him...please cum in my ass. Oh baby, yesssssssss...Sean said as he pulled me against his rigid cock one last time. Aaaahhhhhhhh, oh fuck baby...he grunted as he shot his load deep in my butt. He held me tightly against him as his cum filled my ass. I was trembling as he turned me around, hugged me and told me that I had fulfilled a fantasy that he had for a long time. We kissed, cleaned ourselves up, and went back to our seats to discuss some other fantasies, more of his, some of mine, and what we might want to do about them in the future! Airplane Adventures We were finally taking the vacation of our dreams. One that had been put on hold for years, due to work, school, lack of funds, etc. But we finally got everything worked out and we were headed south to the Virgin Islands. Actually, we were headed to a deserted island off the coast, but we couldn't fly onto it. We had to take a boat there. It was the plan to charter a boat to drop us off there for 4 days then come back and get us. It was going to be heaven. 4 beautiful day s on a white sandy beach with nobody around but you and me. I couldn't help but giggle a little as I watched you though. We were standing in line about to board the plane, and you were fidgeting, not standing still, and checking your bag every five seconds. "Relax," I tell you. "Everything's going to be fine." It was your first time flying and you were not excited about it. Fear of heights was not helping your cause either. We finally boarded and found our seats. You fastened your seatbelt and pulled it extra tight. I just shook my head as I put our things in the overhead compartment and sat down. You didn't know it yet, but I had a plan that was going to keep your mind far from this plane, the height, or anything else but me. The stewardess got on the speaker system and did her little speech on plane safety and no smoking, fasten seatbelts, yada yada. I completely tuned her out but you were hanging on her every word. I took your hand in mine and you relaxed a little, but not much. The plane pulled away and headed for the runway and you were freaking out. I put my hand on your thigh and rubbed back and forth. You looked at my hand then back at me and I just winked at you then looked forward. Just as the plane started speeding up for takeoff, I started rubbing your sex over your clothes. You were completely astounded I would do this now out in the open, but the look on your face said you loved it. Your eyes were closed and you were just enjoying what I was doing. As soon as the plane leveled out I stopped and started reading a magazine like nothing had happened. You just stared at me. I grinned into my magazine, loving that I was able to shock you like that. The flight was a little bumpy, but every time you started getting scared I rubbed you again. After a while I figured out you were pretending to be scared so I'd touch you, but I didn't care, the publicity of what we were doing and the possibility of getting caught was making me crazy. All of a sudden you looked at me and just said two words: follow me. You got up and acted like you were going to be sick and ran for the bathroom. I followed, wanting to make sure you were ok. You pulled me into the bathroom with you but instead of getting sick you kissed me with so much passion. We made out for what seemed like forever and belts were coming undone and shirts were hitting the floor. Next thing I knew I was against the door and your fingers were in me and you were biting my neck and I was trying so hard to be quiet, not wanting to alert everyone on the plane of our little adventure. You kept telling me how wet I was and how turned on you were and I was biting my lip trying to keep from yelling out in pleasure. I stopped you and flipped around so you were against the door and I went to town, kissing and biting your neck and chest and whatever flesh my mouth came in contact with while my hands were busy down south. I fingered you while using my thumb to rub your clit. You weren't holding back at all, moaning and egging me on, telling me what you wanted. After a few minutes I dropped to my knees and started feasting on your cunt. I took your clit in my mouth and you came on my face. Your orgasm was stronger than I'd ever remembered before. I got up and kissed you softly while your breathing got back to normal. We just stood there a moment, trying to catch our breaths. After getting our clothes back on and situated, I opened the door and told the stewardess that you were not feeling well at all and asked for some water for you. I must have been quite a good liar because she didn't question me at all. I pretended to help you back to the seat where as soon as everyone checked to make sure you were ok, we cracked up laughing. After landing I asked you if flying was as bad as you thought it would be, and you replied, "No baby, flying is probably my new favorite thing to do." As we walked to get our luggage, we planned our adventures for our 4 days on the beach, and for the flight home. Airplane Encounter Last month I was told that I needed to attend a business conference in Cleveland. Basically my boss is an ass, knows that it does not fit my schedule but wants me to attend. I know this sounds crazy because I work for an airline but I do not like to fly. I hate turbulence on flights. The jolts are so abrupt that I keep thinking the big hunk of metal will fall right out of the sky. Of course, wouldn't you know it, all night the wind is howling and I knew it was not going to be an easy flight. As usual, I end up in the middle seat in the last row of an MD80 staring at a bulkhead. I ask the two gentleman if I can squeeze inbetween them. They were engrossed in a conversation and I felt terrible for interrupting. Once I sat down they smiled and I knew just by their smiles they were pretty ok guys. They were heading to a meeting themselves and I guess preparing their game plan. They must have noticed my tense body language because they asked if I was ok. I explained my terror of being thirty two thousand feet in the air in a tiny steel capsule. I also told them that it doesn't help when they cramp everyone together. They looked at each other and had a quirky smile. Said they might be able to take my mind off things. I know my mind always runs in the gutter but were these guys hitting on me? I hardly doubt it. After a small amount of chit chat I discovered their names were Dave and Paul. Upon take off I was doing my breathing exercises. You know the one, breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out. Don't forget to breath I keep having to tell myself. The pilot came on to make an announcement that due to the wind storm the flight will not be served by the On Board Attendants. Please stay in your seat as this will be a very bumpy ride. As the plane started to climb I must have lost my mind because I went to grab the armrest but instead I grabbed each of the two guy's legs and dug my hands in. They were smiling at me but told me to hold on if I needed. Whatever it took to get me through this terror. I did too! Paul on my right started rubbing my hand as if to tell me everything was going to be ok. I looked up at his face and started smiling as if to say thank you. That's when I noticed the chiseled good looks. Paul was very handsome, probably mid 40's and he smelled really really good! I then looked to the left to check out his buddy Dave. He was in his mid thirties and extremely built nicely trimmed goatee and grey sprinkling in his hair and beard. I'm starting to think these guys were right. They could distract me. I started thinking of ways to possibly start something with these two. Still keeping my hands on their legs I had a plan. I was actually waiting for the next bought of turbulent. Finally the plane starts bouncing up and down and that was my key. I moved my hands from their thighs to check out their packages. Really, it wasn't that much more over from the thighs, right? Who can blame a girl? I pretended for a few seconds that I didn't' know what I had a hold of. They were both looking at me when I pretended to blush and apologize like I didn't know what I grabbed. Ya, they bought that! They knew I was theirs. Then Paul smiled and again let me know that whatever it took to keep my mind off the airplane ride. He moved my hand off his crotch and put it on my knee, got up out of his seat and removed a couple blankets from the overhead bin. The Flight Attendant seated in her jump seat in the back of the wall behind us told him to sit down immediately. He mentioned that one of us was tired and needed to lay her head down. I smiled knowing exactly what he meant by that! I was starting to get twinges between my thighs and couldn't relieve the itch just by pressing my legs together. I looked at the guy on my left and started smiling. He reached in and gave me the nicest wet kiss. His goatee was tickling my lips and giving me a whole different sensation. As I was getting tongued from Dave, I felt the blankets being placed over our laps. Oh hell was this really happening? I reached to my right and replaced my hand on Paul's growing bulge. Damn I just wanted to rip it out and start sucking on it but I was still very engrossed in Dave's kiss. Paul started caressing my body releasing all the tension I had built up earlier. I was fumbling with his zipper to get a better grasp on his rod. I couldn't wait to feel what another man's cock felt like. Dave had now started caressing the "twins" through my blouse. I could have cared less if my shirt needed ironing after the flight. I was in heaven! I had to be very agile in the small amount of space given us in the row of seats but I managed to adjust myself in such a way where my skirt had ridden up to my waist and my head was on Paul's lap. My mouth wide open waiting to get his hot cock. Dave had gladly started moving his fingers along my panties. Oh my god I wanted him to put some more pressure on my pussy mound but I couldn't talk with Paul's cock sawing away at my mouth or drawing any attention to myself. I so wanted to cum and I felt that I was just being teased damnit. I had managed to get my hand on Dave's crotch and started rubbing hard trying to give him an idea of the pressure I needed down below. He didn't' get the hint and just kept his strokes small and light. What a tease! I however got the thrill of find out exactly how large Dave was! I could tell it was nothing to balk at! That was enough to get my mind off myself needing to climax and I just had to check out his dick. I released Paul's cock from my mouth and turned over to Dave. I was fumbling with two hands in anticipation of seeing this monster. Finally I managed to adjust his boxers to release a 9" beauty. I hadn't thought about getting caught earlier but I think I gasped out loud when I got a picture of how thick and beautiful this cock was. I t was absolutely perfect! I started rubbing my tongue around the tip before plunging my mouth down on his rod. Of course I couldn't' get it all the way down my mouth and throat so I let some spit slide down his cock so I could rub the rest. I didn't' want him to not get the full treatment! Paul had picked up where Dave left off on my crotch only this time he managed to slip a couple fingers in to my crotch and move my panties off to the side. My underwear must have been sopped at this point. I made a mental note to myself to buy new underwear when we get to Cleveland! Paul was definitely doing a better job on my pussy. He knew exactly where to finger my clit and when he stuck two fingers into me I climaxed almost immediately. He kept banging me with his two fingers while his thumb was rubbing my erect clit. I was having a hard time concentrating on sucking off Dave with the monster cock. I think just the thought now is making me cream. After I came, Paul just kept keeping a light rhythm with his fingers making sure my cum just kept leaking out. I felt Dave start tensing and his cock started jerking shooting about a gallon of cum down the back of my throat. As soon as I got his prick good and cleaned up and twisted in my seat and started back on Paul's cock. This was the best in-flight snack I'd ever had and I wanted seconds! It didn't' take long to feel Paul tense and unload a load into my waiting mouth. It was then that I felt an urgency to hurry up and restore ourselves to somewhat decent passengers. Sure enough it wasn't long when the Pilot made his onboard announcement that we'd passed over the Continental Divide and expected a smooth flight the remainder of our trip. The Flight Attendants would soon be serving beverages. The remainder of the flight was very pleasant. Nice conversation and I was definitely rid of my anxiety. Airplane Hand Luggage At first she thought she was dreaming. Grace had been dreaming a lot lately, dreams of hot steamy sex. Perhaps it had been all the stress and excitement of moving to the UK – they say that dreams can sometimes be a form of stress release. She was on her way to London, the long haul flight half way to its destination. The cabin lights were out and almost all the passengers of the half full plane were sleeping. The only sounds were the gentle drone of the engines and the intermittent snores. One of those snoring was her husband Andrew, who sat to her right with his blanket pulled up to his chin. To the right of him lay their two month old baby son fast asleep in his cradle. To the left of Grace was a businessman, easily in his sixties. Earlier they had chatted over dinner and he had told her that he was a retired executive and was returning home after visiting his daughter and family. He was over weight but had an odd rugged handsomeness, and that glint in his eye that told her that he was interested in her. Maybe it was his self assurance that made her thick of him as handsome. She was drifting off when she first felt it. A nervous tentative touch on her leg just under her blanket. She smiled to herself thinking of Andrew and how much she loved him and her new family, however before the thought could develop anymore from there she realised the touch was on the wrong leg to be Andrew. His touch was light as his fingers traced the curve of her thigh. She was wearing a pair of skin tight leggings, the type that are more of a thick pair of tights than a pair of trousers. She had chosen them for comfort because of the length of the flight. Grace had a great ass and as a result often wore these leggings without a long shirt so as to cover her rear, much like most women, but today she had chosen the long shirt option as she was in full knickers and didn't want an unsightly VPL. To be exact, "I ain't wearing a thong to have a piece of material up my ass for 9 hours", was her reply to Andrew when asked why was she hiding her great butt. The large fingertips curved over her thigh and boldly headed up and began to caress the outline of her vagina. She hadn't opened her eyes yet and was surprised when she found herself instinctively parting her legs to allow his fingers greater access, he responded by pressing harder against her. She could feel her cotton knickers touching her warm moist flesh as his fingers began rubbing her rhythmically. It wasn't long before she found herself responding to his movements by pushing her mound against his hand. She turned her head slightly and gently bit down on her knuckle to stop herself from softly moaning. When his hand moved to the top of her leggings she found herself pulling her stomach muscles in to allow him access and it was then that she realised that this was going too far. She opened her eyes as the hand started to slide down inside. All of her senses seemed heightened somehow; the cabin being dimly lit; the sleeping passengers; her sleeping husband and baby; everything! So was the warm hand that was slipping inside the waistband of her knickers. Was she really doing his? He spoke. "Relax". His fingers made contact with her pussy lips. A stranger's fingers were touching her intimately; probing her; violating her, as her husband slept next to her. She knew that she should cry out; she knew that she should be pushing his hand away but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was sexually aroused and instead she found herself stroking his hand under the blanket, giving him that signal of approval. He responded by trying to slip two fingers inside her, however the material of the leggings was so tight he could only manage enough room for one, but it was more than enough. Big, fat and strong. Grace groaned softly as she felt her wetness rush to meet his thrusting. It had been years since another man had touched her so intimately. In fact it had taken almost two months of dating before she had let Andrew get his hand inside her knickers. But this man, this stranger whom she had known for just a few hours, was masturbating her. She pulled the blankets to her mouth and began biting on her fingers to stop herself from crying out in ecstasy as she felt herself starting to orgasm. It was also difficult stopping herself from thrusting against him. Grace was not only very vocal when she was cumming she was also very active. She was never one to just lie back silent and still. With his finger thrusting harder and faster inside her and the palm of his hand pressed against her clitoris she was screaming inside. When her climax finally came it was a relief, not just as a release from sexual tension, but also as a release from agony of holding back. She could not have held out any longer and her fingers were very painful from the biting. For a few minutes, after his hand was withdrawn, she sat back breathing heavily as she recovered and regained her composure. It was only when she regained her breath that she turned and looked at him. He smiled as she mouthed a 'thank you' to him before leaving for the toilet to freshen up. As she opened the door to leave the tight cubical she suddenly found him standing there and before she knew it the door had closed behind them. They stood facing each other for a few moments, as if waiting to see what each other's reaction would be, then he moved forward to kiss her. She didn't want to take it any further, she had regained her composure and the beginnings of guilt were starting. That said, full sex was out of the question but she knew that he was aroused and she felt she owed him a debt of gratitude. Gently pushing him back she reached down for his trouser belt. He was quick to realise that this was as far as she wanted to take it and so he stood back and allowed her to loosen his trousers and taken down his briefs. Grace was surprised at his size, she had always assumed that fat men had smaller cocks. This one was bigger than Andrew's and under different circumstances she might well have been tempted to let him fuck her, but now was not the time or place. As she gripped his shaft and began moving her hand backwards and forwards she thought back to her teen days when she used to masturbate her boyfriends in the earlier stages of her relationships. She had never been one to fuck on her first date and would spend weeks getting to know her boyfriends intimately before having full sex with them. Some would never last the course but those that stayed the distance used to compliment her on her hand jobs. Grace loved to look at their faces as they became more and more aroused. The grimaces and facial contortions as they approached their climaxes excited her. It was almost as if they were in agony and in the throws of some tortuous event. Then would follow the sighs and the moans, followed by the groans, that grew louder and louder to a crescendo as they climaxed. This stranger was no exception. She looked up at him as he leant back against the sink, eyes closed, face distorted and groaning softly as her hand moved backwards and forwards. She could tell from the droplets of pre-cum forming on his large purple tip that he was already very aroused. His skin was so very soft, a total contrast to the angry veiny look of his member. The more she slid her finger gently over it the more she felt herself wanting it. She wanted to feel its power. She wanted to be stretched by it. She realised if she didn't do this as quickly as possible she was going to get herself in a whole lot of trouble "Bet you'd like to fuck me wouldn't you?" she whispered teasingly, as her hand strokes increased. "Ooh yes," he groaned. "Bet you would like to have this thick cock inside me wouldn't you?" "Please," he breathed as his eyes rolled back into his head. "Bet you'd like to stretch my tight pussy wouldn't you?" she teased again. She was gripping as tight as possible now and gently squeezing his balls at the same time. "Aaaaaaargh yes," he moaned. "Bet you'd like to fill my pussy with your cum wouldn't you?" she said as felt his cock jerk. She so wanted to suck it, right there 8 inches from her face. It was time to get this finished. "Making me cheat on my husband with your big fat cock", she said with a real wanton desire of her own. "Yes," he cried as started to come. The fist shot hit her square on the cheek, hot and gloopy. She managed to avoid the next 4 or 5 weaker shots. Grace smiled as his cock began pumping out his hot cum. "That's good," she said as she started to slow down her hand movements. "Come on, let's have every little last drop!" she said as he groaned uncontrollably. For a few moments she held on to him as he gathered his composure and the last droplets of his cum trickled from his cock. Then she reached for the tissues and wiped his cock, her hand and her face. As she reached for the tap to wash her hands he leant over and kissed her. "Fuck, I needed that. Thank you," he sighed. Grace said nothing and just smiled as she tossed the paper towel into the waste bin before quickly slipping out of the door and going back to her seat to snuggle up to her husband. A few hours they had touched down at London airport, the end of the road. As she reached up to help Andrew retrieve their belongings from the overhead lockers the stranger reached forward. "Here let me help you," he said. Grace smiled and Andrew thanked him. "It's my pleasure," he replied. "I always like to give a helping hand!" Airplane Humiliaiton I have been traveling a lot on work and my Goddess has been giving me a regular sequence of humiliating tasks to complete as I travel. This last week, she really turned up the heat. It all started on my way to the airport. She told me to get up half an hour early and text her on the way to the airport for a task to do. She told me to bring along my large dildo so I immediately knew it was going to be particularly humiliating. When I texted her in the morning, she responded with "Good Morning Cocksucker". I knew I was in trouble. She told me to find a parking lot and do a video call with her. I knew whatever she made me do would be humiliating so I tried to pick a relatively empty parking lot that would be right along the way. I knew of a Burlington Coat Factory Store along the route and figured it would be an empty parking lot at this time of the morning so I drove there. When I arrived, it was very empty so I pulled to the side of the store and started my call. I figured that it would be less likely to get a car than the front of the store which shared a lot with a burger king. When we started the call, she told me set up the camera where she could see and start sucking the big dildo while I played with myself. The only place to set the camera was up on the dash where I knew people driving by could see me working over the dildo. I started sucking as I was told sticking it deep in my mouth. She told me to stick it all the way in so I choked on it which I did. Soon my eyes were watering as I shoved the cock deep into my throat. As I was sucking and jerking, cars started cutting through the parking lot. No one was parking there, but the lot made a good cut through. My nerves were jumping as the cars went by. Then a truck pulled into the lot right behind me and parked there. I looked over and noticed him but he didn't seem to be looking at me. I went back to sucking and jerking. After a while, the truck backed back out. I don't know if he saw me or not but he clearly knew I was in the car. She told me to catch the cum in my hand when I came. To do this, I had to hold the cock in my mouth clamped around it while I used my two hands to both cum and catch it in my hand. After I came, she made me rub the cum all over the large dildo and then suck it clean. I felt completely degraded as I sucked the cum off the cock and I gagged as I was doing it. I heard her moan as she masturbated on the other side of our call while she watched me. After she came, she told me I had done a good job and could go on to the airport. I was to pack the dildo in my bag since I would need it this week. I ended the call, cleaned up the remaining mess and drove to the airport. I was scared of bringing the big dildo through airport security. I knew that it wasn't illegal, but I could just imagine them stopping to search my bag and pulling it out in front of everyone. I was anxious and nervous. My anxiety grew as I made it to the airport and made my way toward security. I went through the normal process and was waiting on the other side for my bags. My shoes and belt came through first and I was getting dressed and looking down, afraid to look at the guy behind x-ray machine. My bag came through without anyone saying anything and I breathed a sigh of relief. I texted my Goddess to let her know I had made it through security and she started laughing. She told me to get online on the airplane and chat with her on Google. I was upgraded on the flight and sitting in first class. There was an attractive woman sitting next to me about my own age. We talked briefly before takeoff. I was nervous with her sitting there able to see my screen. I had no idea what further humiliation my Goddess had in store for me. Once in the air, we started talking. The following is an excerpt from our conversation Her: 10:39 AM now you have to remember whatever tasks I give you, you have to complete right me: That's right her: no excuses me: Yes Goddess, It may take a while, but no excuses her: you are a cum slut me: 10:40 AM yes, I'm a cum slut her: and what else are you me: A dog cock sucking bitch Your dog cock sucking bitch. 10:41 AM her: yes, my dog cock sucking bitch in your emails to me I want you to have that as your signature you can add it in the settings ..instead of your name I want you to have that to automatically be placed at the end of emails 10:42 AM and your text messages to me as well at the end of your text messages me: Yes, Goddess her: you need to add that you are a dog cock sucking bitch nice lol 10:43 AM me: I am yours to command shorthand for texts - YDCSB Long hand for emails 10:44 AM her: That will be effective very good are you going to dinner tonight me: Yes, most likely her: with the clients? or your partners? 10:45 AM me: Probably partners, but I don't know yet her: ok let me know if you go out to dinner I have a task lol mmmm it is a good one me: OMG her: your going to be so humiliated fun for me lol 10:46 AM me: I'll let you know her: good lol are you turned on right now me: Hard as a rock her: nice! excellent 10:47 AM Go to the bathroom and cum in a cup and take the cup back to your seat and mix it with something then drink it take a picture in the bathroom of the cum in your cup me: Yes Goddess I'll sign off for now her: yes and when you have finished sign back in me: ok I was totally humiliated. This was taking things to a whole new level in our game. I had a cup of water that I took with me into the bathroom. As I went into the bathroom, the stewardess stopped me and asked me if I wanted her to take the glass of water. I told her no and walked on in. I'm sure she found it strange that I took a half full glass of water into the bathroom. Once inside, I pulled my cock out and started jerking it. I didn't know if I would be able to cum after shooting off already this morning, but I was imagining having to drink my cum in front of the woman next to me when I felt the familiar pleasurable burning sensation. I moved the glass down to my cock and shot my cum into it. As I set it up on the sink, I saw the heavy cum drifting down through the water to toward the bottom of the glass. I felt my stomach roll a bit. I took a gulp of water from the top of the glass. It was salty and more slimy, most of the cum was in the bottom. I took a few pictures of the glass of cum. I was scared to go back to my seat with the glass. What if the stewardess saw it? What would the woman next to me think if she saw the glass? The cum was clearly visible. I wrapped my hand around the glass to partially hide it and opened the door. As I walked back to my seat, another passenger was working their way past me to the bathroom. My heart was in my throat as I sat down. The woman looked at me and I tried to smile. As I sat down, I figured out how to solve my problem. I would pour my water and cum into my coffee where it would be less visible. The coffee cup was sitting in between us on the seat so I was nervous she would see it. I tried to move quickly and poured it in. She looked up at the glass kind of strangely for a minute. I'm not sure if she saw something strange, or just thought it was strange I was watering down my coffee. I was shaking like a leaf when I set the cup down. I got my PC out and logged back in. The following chat is from our conversation. ________________________________________6 minutes 10:54 AM me: I'm back fulfilled my mission her: good what did you mix the cum with me: I shot it into a glass of water carried it back to my seat with the white floating in it 10:55 AM then poured it into my coffee her: oh gross for sure me: woman next to me looked at me strange for a second I'm drinking coffee now her: rofl me: I took a picture of it floating in the glass 10:56 AM her: nice but gross lol me: yes, very her: nasty actually lol lol love it me: coffee tastes salty her: I am laughing lol me: There wasn't a lot of coffee left and I drank some of the water out of the glass in the restroom but all the cum was settled in the bottom 10:57 AM you could see all the white stuff floating around her: i wonder what the woman is thinking me: She's very busy on computer thank God her: lol well good job me: I was shaking her: im proud of you 10:58 AM me: my hand shook when I poured the water in coffee her: lol me: and my knees were shaking in the restroom when I came her: bet you were hoping you didn't spill it on yourself lol me: Lady just leaned over almost got her hair in the coffee stewardess just picked up water glass 10:59 AM her: I would have had to beat you if you let her hair get into that coffee me: it came close lol her: lucky you me: yes 11:00 AM I am very lucky in every way her: your a good cum slut and you make me proud me: I'm almost done with my coffee 11:01 AM her: I want you to add these to your blogs youve been slacking on your posts and your captions mostly your captions you need to get back on track with them me: I will Goddess I finished up my coffee. The coffee did a pretty good job of masking the taste of the cum, but it was salty and had an aftertaste. I felt totally submissive to be drinking my own cum on the plane in front of everyone at my Goddess command. As I drained the cup, the aftertaste lingered in my mouth. I was never so glad to see the stewardess come by with mints to clean out the taste. As the plane went down, I was thinking about her next humiliating task and nervous about where this was going. Airplane Introduction This is my effort to support the airline industry and get people flying again! * * * * * I was tired and ready to get to my hotel when I got on the plane. The flight was delayed 2 hours in Stewart and 5 hours in Chicago and there's another 2.5 hours to go to Austin. Thank God, I had a good seat. Middle of the plane, exit row. I sat in my aisle seat and didn't fasten the seat belt. They had said the plane would be full and from past experience I knew I couldn't expect to be lucky enough to have the middle seat empty. Sure enough the 'Middle seat Man', came soon after I sat down. I am not talkative on a plane, especially after aggravating delays, and I said nothing as "Middle Man" took his seat. I fastened by seat belt, sat back and close my eyes. People passed by and knocked into me. At this point I didn't care, I just kept my eyes closed and tried to think relaxing thoughts. Then there was someone leaning against me…must be putting up his luggage. I heard him excuse himself as people passed by and he leaned into me. I just feigned my nap and shifted toward 'Middle Man'. Finally his baggage was stowed and he said excuse me and sidled by me; his rather nice rear in my face. We all settled down and we were off. I settled back and was falling asleep to the patter of voices around me and the drone of the plane. Then I thought I heard "Her name is Vee. I'm meeting her in Austin. I hope this late flight didn't mess up her schedule." I opened my eyes. I must be dreaming [but, hey let's go with it! Don't nobody pinch me now!!] Middle Man was talking to Window Man. Was it one of them that said that? "Have you meant her before," says Middle Man. "No, this will be the first time." It was window man. "We've been writing to each other but have never met." I tried to make eye contact, but couldn't do it without clotheslining Middle Man. I nonchalantly kept trying as if to look out the window. The fact there was nothing but black out there, didn't phase me. Window Man and Middle Man kept talking and the conversation moved to business. I gave up. I figured I had been dreaming, wishful thinking. I started to drift off to sleep. Just before I was out, I hear Window Man say, "Excuse me" and start to rise. Now I see his face and it is HE! I know it is. My heart is pounding and by the time he moves by me (great rear in my face again) I'm about to burn a whole through the crotch of my pants. As he reaches the aisle, he looks down into my eyes and squeezes my shoulder. He says nothing and is quickly moving down the aisle. I must be dreaming. My heart is in my throat; I turn and follow him down the aisle with my eyes. He gets to the 'john' at the back and opens the door. He turns as he goes in; he winks at me. Winks at me! A devilish, challenging wink. I get up – or try to. I grunt as the seat belt wins and I fall back into the seat. Stay cool, Vee. You have your dignity. You also have wet panties. I get the seat belt open and on the third try I rise, and I make my way casually down the aisle. The flight attendants are all doing beverage service, so I have the back of the plane to myself. I look at the door that Gary (HIS name) went through and see the lock move from 'Occupied' to 'Vacant'. But the door doesn't open. I go to the door and open it a crack. A hand comes out and pulls me in. I'm breathless as I fall against his chest. This is too close and like two magnets we come together and kiss a hungry kiss with no preamble. When eventually we part, he says "Hi, beautiful. Surprise." I think it's the thin air. I am having trouble breathing. In my best imitation of a heart attack victim, I answer intelligently, "Hi". And my hands go under his shirt and I am kissing him again. And he is doing a damn fine job of kissing me. Both our minds and hands are on one target and he lifts my skirt as I loosen his belt. We are being very athletic, I might add, doing all this in about 5 square feet of floor. Actual it's like trying to do it on horseback. Luckily we are on the same horse. I am suddenly and pleasantly distracted as he finds his mark quicker than I. My knees become jello and my heads goes to his shoulder as I fall against the wall and he falls with me. His hands are playing a magic tune on my clit and I hear him moan in my ear, as he is pleased to find me so wet. Did he doubt it? I moan loudly and he shushes me. I whisper in his ear, "I can't keep quiet if you keep doing that. Please keep doing that. You'll have to put something in my mouth." As I finish that line, my hand finds its mark and we moan a very primal sound at the same time. The merest touch of his hand to my shoulder and some clever positioning and I am on my way to some in-flight refreshment. He is leaning against the back wall, legs on either side of the can. The lid is down. And my head is down and his glorious cock is in my mouth. The bumps and grinds of the plane make me have to suck hard to hold on. I wonder for a second how he is keeping quiet. We stop for a second as we hear knocking. We realize that my butt was banging on the door. I continue, but then we hear real knocking. "Are you OK in there?" we hear an attendant say. He takes his fist out of his mouth and say, "Just fine thank you, just finishing up." I look up at him and he pulls my face up to meet his. He kisses me tenderly then pushes my hips up on the sink. I brace myself with one hand on the back wall and one on the door, hoping the latch holds. He goes for dessert. But with both my hands keeping me from falling on him, I have nothing to keep me quiet. As his excellent work comes to a crescendo, I am literally holding my breath to keep from screaming. He looks up and sees the condition I am in. One of his hands goes to my mouth and as my feet hit the floor his other is on my clit. Such a gentlemen. As I cum in his hand, he covers my mouth with his mouth to muffle the scream. With amazing agility, and keeping a hand over my mouth, he turns me so now I am facing the back wall and his rear is to the door. He lifts up my skirt and sinks his cock into my still throbbing cunt. Lucky for me he has his hand over my mouth, 'cause this is not a quiet moment. He may have teeth marks however. He has his other hand around my waist. "Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts. We will be experiencing some turbulence for the next few minutes." Comes over the intercom "Hold on," he say and tighten his grip on my waist. And now the ride begins. I will never think of turbulence the same again. He takes a wide stance and in these cramped quarters, he has no trouble staying upright, inside and out. I just hang on. And what a ride. At times, as the plane drops, I am almost weightless and then with a jolt he is pushed into me. A few quick bumps and I am spasming, and can barely catch my breath. It just keeps going and going. With one more drop and rise, it gets the better of even him and he moves both hands to my waist as he bucks into me and cums hard. This gives a whole new meaning to the term Thunderhead. He falls against the wall and I fall against the sink. After a few deep breaths, I turn to him and put my arms around his sides. "Nice to meet you, Gary." "Nice to meet you, Vee." We kiss one more deep kiss and then put each other in order, as best we can. He keeps teasing my neck with kisses and I keep rubbing his rod through his pants. When we seem to be dressed again. I slip out the door. The attendants are still buckled into their safety seats. They say, "Are you OK? You seemed to be knocking around in there quite a bit". "Like you wouldn't believe," I say and blush. I hurry down the aisle to my seat. Then it's the attendant's turn to blush as he steps out of the head where I just left. "Sir…You…?" "Ladies, would you please thank the pilot for that turbulence. Nice touch." He smiles and nods to them and walks to his seat. The stews are left with their mouths agape, staring after him. I have fallen asleep in my seat. I wonder what will happen in my next dream. ************** Hope you enjoyed this little piece. I just love feedback! AND PLEASE vote. Thanks, V Airplane Rendezvous I've always had a fantasy about fucking on a plane. But really, it's just not an appropriate thing to think about when you're on one of those big flights with a hundred other people and some of them children. But then my company sent me on a business trip and everything changed. There was a conference going on but the flight I was on was delayed. In fact, it was so delayed that a large group of businessmen (along with myself, the only female passenger) were put on a separate flight so that we could get to our conference. That meant that a plane the size of a normal flight only had about half a flight's worth of people on it. We had to board the flight directly; no jetway or covered walk. I dragged my luggage across the tarmac in the damn rain and finally got onto the plane. Wearing a white silk blouse had not been the most travel-savvy idea. My shirt was see-through and my nipples were poking out hard against the fabric. When I looked up though, I couldn't help but smile. Besides the one flight attendant, I was the only female on the flight. And some of the men had definitely noticed. There were enough seats that all of us could have our own row, and even have rows between us. I moved towards the back of the plane and sat down across the aisle from a handsome young businessman. He hadn't even looked up to see me coming down the aisle. Well, he'd missed a show; my shirt was transparent at this point and my full D-cups were on display because I hadn't worn a bra to travel in. Once I was all settled in my seat, slightly uncomfortable in my wet shirt, I looked around. The guy across the aisle still hadn't looked up. He was focused on some document on his computer. But I didn't mind his aloofness – I liked to look at him. He was well-dressed, his suit fitted to him. But he was also just incredibly naturally handsome. Straight, sharp nose and defined, square jaw. He had dark, wavy hair and tanned skin. He clearly took care of himself. I entertained myself studying him until he had to put away the laptop for takeoff. He still didn't look over, just gazed straight ahead, clearly lost in thought about something. Once we were in the sky, he took out his laptop again. We had a solid twelve hour flight ahead of us and I wondered if his battery would last the whole time. Surely he had to look over at me eventually. But he just made himself comfortable, taking off his jacket and letting it lay across his lap as his laptop turned on. I kept watching him as he pulled up a movie on his screen. He didn't even look away from the screen, just plugged in headphones and pressed play. I wasn't sure what he was watching at first, but fifteen minutes later, I realized he was watching porn! It had seemed like a normal movie, but when the main character got on the subway and a random girl started giving him a very obvious handjob, I realized that the kinky little bastard across the aisle from me was playing out the same fantasy I was. He wanted to be fucked somewhere public; he just was taking it a step further by watching porn on a plane. I watched him more intensely and realized that under his suit jacket, his hand was moving. He was jerking off! Or at least rubbing himself. Though he hadn't done so, I looked around surreptitiously. There was no one sitting behind us for at least eight rows. And no one directly in front of us either. The flight attendant was sitting in the back, reading a book. I turned back to the man across the aisle. Why not? In a quick motion, I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid across the aisle into the seat beside him. Now he was beside the window and I was in the middle seat. I reached up, removing the headphones from his ear and whispered, "Need a little help?" He finally had looked at me, clearly startled. He had beautiful blue eyes. Before he could reply, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, hard. It took him a moment, but then he responded, kissing me back and slipping his tongue into my mouth. The subway porn still played out on the laptop, but he'd lost interest in that. As we kissed, I slipped my hand beneath his jacket. He'd unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out through the hole. It was magnificently thick and a pretty good length too, from what I could tell. I couldn't get my whole hand around it. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seat as I tugged and stroked his cock. "That's really good," he whispered hoarsely. "How about I help you too?" He reached down and slipped his hand into my pants. There was no jacket or blanket to be covered with. I felt so exposed; it turned me on even more and I felt my pussy get wetter just from the idea of him fingering me. As I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, he slid his thumb over my clit. I bit back a gasp and just ground my clit against his hand. He slipped two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and slowly moved them in and out. I rocked my hips against his fingers and stroked his cock a little faster. I glanced up and saw that the girl on the movie had given up on a handjob and had her lips wrapped around the guy's cock as he rocked to the movement of the subway. I smiled and lifted the armrest that was between us. Leaning down, I removed the jacket from his lap. His cock was fantastic: just as big and thick as it felt, and with a big blue vein running down it. He was circumcised and the head of his cock was a big fat mushroom head. I didn't even look around before opening wide and stuffing him in my mouth as deep as I could. He moaned quietly, unable to hold it back, then quickly turned quiet, not wanting to draw attention to what we were doing. His fingers curled in my pussy, pressing hard against my g-spot. I hummed softly around his cock and pressed my pussy harder into his hand, grinding against his fingers. I was still sucking his cock when he shoved another finger in me, and then another, working all four into my tight cunt. He rubbed his thumb against my clit and I came, hard. My pussy gushed juices all over his hand. To my surprise, when he removed his hand from my cunt, he brought it to his mouth and sucked the juices off, smiling. When he'd finally sucked his fingers clean, he gestured for me to stop sucking his dick. "I want to get my cock in that tight pussy of yours," he whispered to me. "Meet me in the bathroom." He started to get up, shoving his big, hard, shiny cock back into his pants, but I stopped him. "Why go to the bathroom?" I said with a smirk. "Why not right here?" --to be continued-- ((Let me know where you think the story should go with your comments or private messages))