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It Pays To Fly Economy Class Ch. 01

By: heavyerotica



I'm not by any means wealthy. Nor someone who is likely to grace the cover of GQ, Vanity Fair, or appear on Entertainment Weekly. I'm just your average looking guy, in his 30's. I rent an apartment in an okay area of town. Went to college for journalism, but changed my career when I decided I didn't like deadlines, writing about insignificant things, kissing ass, and people butchering your hard work. I decided I needed something different. Completely different.

I joined the Peace Corps. Quaint, perhaps, but I just needed a change of pace. Having worked for a contractor in high school and during summers in college, I was pretty adept at construction work and could do everything from carpentry to plumbing and electrical. Skills that would be useful in Bangladesh, where my assignment would take me.

After attending all of my orientations, getting my vaccinations, and saying goodbye to the few family and friends I had, I headed for the airport, where a 23 hour flight awaited me. I was not looking forward to spending almost an entire day squished into a tiny seat with no legroom, but the Peace Corps does not fly you first class. I resigned myself to intersperse my Bengali language study CDs with walks up and down the 747's long aisles.

I was being flown on British Airways. Apparently, the flight attendants on my plane all were former models, even the older ones. I was greeted by one more beautiful than the rest as I boarded and proceeded through first class down the aisle towards the cheap seats. I stowed my luggage and sat next to a very large man who apparently had never learned that you use soap when you shower. Or maybe he just never learned to bathe... The jet was packed, at least in the coach seating section. There had to be 5 babies within 4 rows of me. I could feel a migraine approaching, and we hadn't even left the gate yet. I managed to squeeze into my seat and waited....

The plane filled up, and just as we appeared ready to depart, one of the flight attendants made an announcement over the PA system.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we apologize for the delay. It appears that the flight has been overbooked. We are requesting a volunteer to give up his or her seat. Anyone wishing to do so will be placed on the next flight and will receive a complimentary travel voucher for your inconvenience."

Seeing as I knew Bangladesh would still be waiting for me, regardless of when I got there, and the idea of having a free plane ticket was certainly appealing, I jumped at the opportunity and volunteered. I grabbed my carry-on bag and walked up the gangway to the gate desk to work out the arrangements. The flight attendants thanked me and apologized profusely as I passed by them again. I couldn't help but notice a couple of the stewardesses appear disappointed that I was not going to be with them. I must admit that despite my seating arrangement, I shared their sentiments!

As I was making the arrangements with the gate agent, one of the flight attendants from the plane ran up to me. She was slightly out of breath, her medium sized breasts heaved under her form fitting uniform.

"Excuse me sir, are you Mr. Mackenzie?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Sir, it turns out that one of our first class passengers has an emergency and will not be able to fly with us today. If you are interested, you could have his seat instead."

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm with the Peace Corps, and I'm sure they won't pay for the upgrade to first class."

"Oh no sir, there would be no charge."

I thought about it for a moment. I could fly first class. Or get a free round trip international flight. I was leaning towards the free ticket.

"There is no obligation to accept, sir. But I can assure you that your trip with us in first class would be...unforgettable."

There was a certain way that she said it, and an ever so subtle gleam in her eye. I couldn't ignore it. Nor how beautiful she was. She was from a mixed background. Definitely South Asian, but as her nametag read Gabriela Gomes, there was some Portuguese in her blood as well. Her accent placed her as born in India and educated in one of the English colony schools. Was she from Goa? Jet black hair, chin length, parted in the middle. If she had bangs it would be a pageboy cut. Almond shaped eyes that sparkled. Full lips. Slender, with perfect breasts for her 5'5 frame. Her hips flared out, and I remember from walking behind her earlier that her ass could have easily been mistaken for Shakira's. Screw the round trip ticket.

"You make a hard sell, Ms. Gomes. I'm yours," I said.

She blushed and grinned. "You won't regret it, Mr. Mackenzie."

"Call me Alan."

"Okay, Alan, then follow me. And you may call me Gabriela."

Oh, I would like to call you much more than that.... I followed her onto the plane. She introduced me to the other flight attendants in first class.

"Everybody, this is Alan. He'll be joining us in first class."

They gathered around me to introduce themselves, all with the same charm, affection, and gleams in their eyes.

First was Halle Berry's twin sister. Okay, she wasn't related. However, Ms. Jolie Marceau sported the same body, right down to the close cropped haircut, as Halle did in the James Bond movie Die Another Day. Sheryl O'Riordan, in her mid-fifties, had a strong resemblance to Catherine Zeta-Jones. The exception to this was the breasts that strained at her blouse, which must have easily been in the D if not DD range. And I could have been mistaken, but I thought I saw what could have been the outline of nipple rings! Finally, a young gentleman named Miles. I've never been with, nor considered being with a guy, but I could see how others would find him attractive. He had the quality of a model, and was mixed as well. Most likely Asian with European or American ancestry. Very androgynous in appearance, and at the right angle could have easily passed for a woman.

Gabriela took my arm and escorted me to my seat. I relaxed in the luxury of first class while the plane took off. Once we were at cruising altitude, dinner and drinks were served. Throughout the meal, the flight attendants kept coming by to see if I needed anything or just to chat. They were all flirtatious throughout, which made it hard to not...um...become hard. Every time they would rest on my shoulder or clutch my arm, I felt goosebumps, especially when they would occasionally stroke my forearm. This was all so subtly done that none of the other passengers noticed. Throughout all of this they managed to get my life story out (hell, they would have easily had my wallet out as well if they asked for it). Even sexual innuendoes made it into conversation. Again, no one else noticed. In fact, I observed that they made sure to not draw attention to themselves by chatting up the other passengers, albeit about less...intimate matters.

At one point, I asked Jolie how they deal with always traveling and how it impacted on their social life. None of them had boyfriends, and Jolie laughed when I asked her specifically about whether she missed not having one. In a southern French accent, she purred "No, we manage to make do quite well in that regard"

??????  She left to attend to another passenger, leaving me intrigued and a bit aroused. Damn, this was going to be a long flight.

Sheryl stopped by a little while later and asked how my girlfriend was handling my Peace Corps assignment. I told her that it wasn't a problem, seeing as how my last girlfriend broke up with me a year ago when I told her I was joining up. Sheryl's face initially expressed sympathy, then morphed into warmth.

"She apparently didn't know what a good thing she was giving up," she said with a delicious Irish lilt. "It seems such a shame that you'll be alone for the next two years."

She leaned over my seat to take the dinner tray of the gentleman asleep beside me. As she did so, she dropped a spoon into the seatback pocket. She leaned forward across my lap to retrieve the spoon and pressed her breasts pressed into my forearms. So much for fighting to control an erection... She reached down, dragging her tits across my thighs. I felt her nipples harden and confirmed that, yep, she did have them pierced. I tried not to look, but her ass strained against the skirt and even though she had 20 years on me, I knew that image would provide plenty of fodder for jerking off later in the bathroom.

As she moved back, her right breast brushed up against my cock, and I knew there was no way she couldn't have known I was hard. And I could have sworn that I heard her sigh and gasp slightly. She stood up as I tried to cover myself. Too late. She glanced down into my lap and I noticed her pupils dilate and her nipples were much more evident.

"Oops" she breathily said. "Sorry...to have...done that."

I took a chance and said "I'm not."

As she turned to walk away with the dishes, she bit her bottom lip and I could have sworn I heard her say "mmmmm...I'm glad."

Yes, definitely going to be a very long flight! I saw Sheryl motion to Gabriela, Jolie, and Miles to join her in the galley. They all disappeared behind the curtain and I heard some heated murmuring. Great, I'm busted. I'm going to get tossed off the flight. Or arrested. Or fired. Maybe all of the above?

After about 5 minutes, they left the galley, each glancing at me, and continued attending to the passengers. Gabriela approached me with a serious look on her face. I'm sure I was red. I know I was perspiring. Here it comes....

"Mr. Mackenzie, I have a problem in the galley and I was wondering if you could kindly assist me?"

Done. I'm done for.

"Sure" I gulped. I stood up and followed her. I could have sworn she was putting a little extra sway in her walk to show off her ass. I shouldn't have looked but I couldn't help it. Sure enough, my eyes rise off of her shelf-like bottom to find her looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Busted. Totally busted. Definitely done for. She pulls the curtain aside and asks me to step in. I do and she follows, closing the curtain. She turns to me. Here it comes....

"I'm having a hard time getting this cabinet door to stay locked, and I know you've done construction. Could you help me secure it?"

Huh? What happened to the imminent, "you fondled the stewardess and the police will be arresting you as soon as we land" conversation?

"Um, okay. Show me the problem."

She leads me to a open cabinet door.

"I think it's the latch. I think it just needs someone with the right...skills...to persuade it."

There's that gleam in her eyes again. Maybe I was wrong in my assessment. God knows I hope I was! How to proceed....

"Why don't show me what you tried?"

She turns and steps up on a short stool and leans over the counter slightly to try and reach the latch, which is high up and a bit away. She gets it, but can't quite get the leverage to close it. In the process, her breasts strain against her blouse and her ass does the same to her form fitting skirt, especially when she arches her back. Uh oh. I try to ignore my dick getting hard again. Not working.

"I don't seem to have enough strength to do it by myself. Maybe if we do it together. You're tall, so if you stand behind me, you can reach over me and we can push together."

How could I decline? As narrow as the galley was, we couldn't stand side by side. I positioned myself behind her, trying so my thighs would not touch her ass. I was mere centimeters...millimeters away. I lean over her, my chest practically touching her back. On the stool, she's now almost as tall as me. I feel her hair on my cheek as I reach in. We interlock fingers around the latch.

She says "you have to push in to get it to engage."

Is she intentionally dropping these double entendres? As we put pressure on the latch, she presses her ass back against me. I am in trouble now. Whoever invented lycra deserves the Nobel prize. The skirt stretches and my cock nestles in between her buttocks. She and I both stifle a gasp, but she holds firm against me. moving her hips from side to side ever so slightly so I nestle deeper. My lips are by her ear and as I exhale, my hot breath passes over it. She quietly gasps, then groans, pressing against me harder. It's all I can do not to do the same. The latch engages and we pitch forward a bit. She loses balance slightly and the stool slides out from under her feet. I wrap my right arm around her from behind to catch her from falling. My hand accidentally cups her left breast as I hold her to me tight. Its firmness fills my hand, even overflowing just a bit and I feel her nipple hard under my palm. Damn, is she pierced too? She shudders and grinds against me, and convulses a little, her breath becoming ragged.

I lower her to the deck onto her feet and release my grasp on her tit. She remains pressed tight against me for a moment, panting, eyes shut tight. She starts to regain her composure.

"I'm so sorry!" I say. "I didn't mean to grab you...like that."

"No, no, thank you. Thank you. For everything."

"Everything?"

She turns to look me in the eye, her chest still heaving. She grasps my biceps, feeling them. The fire and passion burn into me.

"You don't know what you did to me. I haven't come like that in a long time."

I'm speechless. I suspected she had an orgasm, but I wasn't about to mention it. She must have noticed the dumbfounded look on my face.

"What, you don't believe me?" she said. "Here, see for yourself."

She takes my hand in hers and with the other lifts up her skirt. She's wearing a garter belt and a thong. She takes my hand and slides it down into the thong. She's soaking wet! Her eyes roll into the back of her head and she shudders as she pushes my index and middle fingers slide past her pierced clit into her pussy. She removes my hand from her crotch and slides my middle finger into her mouth, sucking on it and moaning. She opens her eyes and slides the finger from her mouth. She places my index finger onto my tongue, which is now exposed as my mouth had dropped open.

"How do I taste?"

She tasted like heaven. Creamy, savory, slightly tangy and just a hint of muskiness. I don't know what I had done to deserve this, but I was silently thanking the gods, all of them, for this moment.

"God Alan, I want you. Do you want me?"

That was the stupidest question I had heard in quite some time.

"You don't know how badly."

She took my hands in hers and leaned in close. She started nuzzling my neck.

"You can have me, if you want."

Is it possible to get even harder than I was at that moment?

"I'll make a deal with you. I think you'll like the terms. Being a flight attendant is lonely, but you get very close to your co-workers. VERY close. In fact, you share everything with them."

Was I thinking what I was thinking?

"Would you mind if I share you with the others?"

Okay, I take it back. THAT was the stupidest question I ever heard.

"You mean with Jolie, and Sheryl?" I was ready to burst with anticipation. I imagined us all getting a hotel room when we landed. I imagined many things. I did not imagine what she said next.

"And Miles, too."

HUH? Did she just say Miles? Looking at her, I saw she was serious. This was a direction I never expected to go, and I'm not sure I felt so excited anymore.

"Can't we just make it the three of you ladies?"

"Like I said, we share everything."

She must have noticed my face fall, for she pulled out all of the stops.

"I can tell you've never been with a man before. Miles is bisexual and only wants to go down on you. You don't have to reciprocate, unless you want to. You can do it even turn out the lights, so you don't have to watch. Plus when you're done, you get to have the rest of us. Think of it. A few minutes of your time with him, and no one has to know. I haven't told you what Sheryl and Jolie are like. Sheryl is very kinky. She will do anything you ask, but she especially wants you to fuck her between the breasts. She knows you like them, and she can come from just having her tits played with. Wouldn't you like that? And Jolie is normally a lesbian, but she likes to have a good hard cock fuck her every now and then. Doesn't that turn you on?"

I had to admit that those two scenarios had me thinking about it. I love tit-fucking, and Sheryl had the finest breasts I had seen in awhile. And I know it's not considerate or politically-correct, but the idea of having sex with Jolie knowing that she usually sleeps with women was a serious turn on. Gabriela continued her attack.

"I can see that you especially like the idea of Jolie. Do you like to see two women fuck?"

Do I ever.

"Would you...like to see her fuck me?"

Did I drop a tab of acid I had forgot about? This must be a dream. Gabriela...bisexual? She definitely had complete control over me now. "I can't think of a more amazing sight."

She reached down and started stroking me through my pants.

"Mmmmm.... Jolie and I sleep together sometimes. She can eat my pussy so well... You could even join us...."

This is getting unbearable. She leans in and whispers in my ear.

"And to make it even better, you can fuck me...in the ass...while she eats me...."

That did it. I couldn't hide it that I must have grown a foot when she said that. How I didn't explode in my pants, I'll never know. And as she was stroking me, she could feel me throbbing.

"Oooh, I think you'd like that. I think you'd like to fuck my round little ass while she eats me. Will you? Will you please? It would make me come sooooo hard. I know you like my ass, that you want it. I could feel it when I pressed up against you...like thiiiisssssss...."

She turned around, leaned against the counter, and pressed her ass against me, grinding. She grabbed my hands and clutched them to her breasts, squeezing them.

"Please, please, say yes. I want you like this. Imagine, you could be inside me, inside this ass...fucking it...fucking meeeeeee...."

It was a losing battle... I argued with myself. Could I do it? I had never been with a guy. I thought more about it. He wasn't bad looking, kind feminine. And a mouth is a mouth, right? It would just be a quick thing. I could pretend he was Jolie. They both had short hair....

"Stop...stop." I turn her around.

"Listen, I've never done something like this before," I say. "And why me? Why did you pick me?"

"Well first, because we all think you're hot. Second, because you are a nice guy. You're not creepy. You're well mannered and mature, and we think you'll be discrete. And third, because you won't be stalking us from a Peace Corps village. Listen Alan, we will understand if you don't want to go through with it. We'll be disappointed, but we will respect your decision. We would just ask that you not mention this to anyone."

I closed my eyes and thought for a moment. I had made a life change a year ago. I was embarking on a new direction, moving to a place I had never been, to live with people I had never met before, doing work I had never tried. Why had I never been with a guy before? I wasn't homophobic. My brother was gay, and my aunt was a lesbian, so I had grown up around it. I had gay and lesbian friends throughout college. And I recently found out that Gerald, one of my coworkers at the paper, was actually a former high school girlfriend who was transgendered and had recently had a sex change. It was a little weird at first, but I got used to the idea. So with all of these changes and great leaps of faith I was making, how bad would it be to try something new? I mean, I had never had a threesome before, nor slept with someone who was twenty years older than me, but I was eager to do that. Plus, who was going to know? I took a deep breath....

It Pays To Fly Economy Class Ch. 02



"Okay, I'll do it."

Gabriela squealed and threw her arms around me. She pulled me in for a deep kiss. I don't think I have ever felt lips as soft as hers. No sooner than she did so than the curtain opened and Jolie, Sheryl, and Miles joined us in the galley.

"Sorry, we couldn't help but overhearing," said Jolie.

Gabriela said, "Eavesdropping is more like it!"

"Um, so, how do we do this?" I said. "Do we meet up after the plane lands, and go to hotel or something?"

"Why wait?" said Sheryl. "I'm horny as hell listening to you two in here."

"Me too" said Miles.

What, so they heard the whole thing with the latch, and everything else? They all looked at me.

"But...but...where do we do this? There are people around. Won't they hear? Couldn't they walk in?" 

Gabriela said "there's a prep and storage area on the lower level. Only flight attendants can go there, and we'll make sure we're not disturbed. And no one will hear. Which is good because Jolie can get...a little...loud."

Jolie blushed a little bit. "I'm not the only one, Gabriela!"

"Well," I say, "show me the way."

Miles peers around the curtain and sees that all the first class passengers are asleep.

"Coast is clear," he says.

Miles reaches out and takes my hand and leads me out of the galley and up the aisle to a door. It was a little strange at first, holding hands with him. But I immediately noticed how soft his hand was, and his grasp was firm but gentle. He opens the door to a small elevator, only big enough for one person.

"You take this down first, then I'll follow. There's a light switch on the wall by the cot if you want to turn the lights out."

I get into the elevator and he closes the door. I push the button and the elevator descends down to the lower level. It reaches the bottom and I open the door. The lower galley is about the size of a large walk-in closet, with a couple of bunks filled with pillows and blankets set up in one corner. This must be where the crew takes turns sleeping. The elevator ascends to the mail level. I find the light switch and turn it off. I stand there by the bunks in the dark, butterflies in my stomach.

The elevator descends. The dim light in the elevator illuminates Miles as he steps off and walks towards me. I close my eyes, nervously anticipating what will come next. I am not sure what to expect. I jump slightly when he takes my hands.

He says "don't worry, I won't bite. Unless you like that sort of thing."

I chuckle nervously. He runs his soft hands up my arms and across my chest. My nipples have always been sensitive for a guy, and this time is no exception. He immediately notices I tremble when his hands pass over them, and the hesitates there for a moment, expertly manipulating them with his fingers. Damn, how does he know I like that! I even feel a stirring in my groin and I start to thicken a bit as my breathing deepens. His hands travel further south, surrounding my crotch. He unbuckles my belt, unzips my trousers, and slides them down, along with my boxers.

This is the moment of truth. Can I handle this? Do I walk away now? The inner turmoil starts again as my mind starts to debat-uuuuuuuuunnnnnnhhhhhhh.....

A warm, moist, soft mouth envelops my cock, surrounding it and sliding it in all the way. Holy shit! How can I deny that it feels good? He slowly slides out as I begin to harden. He sucks it in again, running his tongue on the underside as he manipulates me with his mouth. I grow hard as a rock as he does so. Damn, he's good! He swallows me down again and I feel the back of his throat as his nose comes to rest against my crotch. I can't believe he deep-throated me! I mean, I'm not the size of a baseball bat or anything, but I've never had anyone do that to me before.

As he sucks in and out, he grasps me with his hand, stroking my cock in time with his movement. The room starts to spin a bit. I reach down and grab his head to steady myself. Almost involuntarily, I hold him by the head and thrust in and out of his mouth. I can't believe I'm doing this. But it feels too good to stop. He stays right with me, grabbing my ass with his free hand to pull himself even deeper in. Oh god, shit...I'm gonna cum! He's only been going down on me for a few minutes, but he's already brought me to the brink. Panting, I slam into his mouth again and again, and with a loud groan I explode. Convulsing I send streams of cum down his throat. He holds himself tight against me, taking it all in. Eventually, the spasms subside as I see stars. I stumble back against the bunks and land on my ass. He continues to gently suck and lick me dry as I try to stop hyperventillating. I try to stand up.

"Sit," he says. "Just rest. You don't have to do anything to me. I just wanted to go down on you. Relax."

He leans over and gently kisses me on the lips. It may sound strange, but it wasn't bad as I thought it might be.

"Sheryl will be down in a few minutes to join you."

And with that, he stood up and got in the elevator. In the dim light, I could see a smile on his face as he proceeded to the main level. I have to admit, I had a smile on my face as well. I can't believe I let another guy kiss me, much less give me head. And I have to admit, it was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had. Who would have thought....

My thoughts were interrupted by Sheryl descending and coming out of the elevator. She turned on another dim light in the corner. Turning around with a sultry look, she slowly walked towards me, unbuttoning her blouse as she did. Damn, she really did look like Catherine Zeta-Jones in Ocean's Twelve. Except Catherine Zeta-Jones doesn't have breasts like Pamela Anderson. Sheryl did. Except hers were all natural. She shed the blouse and kneeled down in front of me, her tits straining at her black lace bra.

"I know you might need a little time to recover after Miles."

"How did you know?"

"I've seen him have that affect on people before."

So they had shared before. I wondered if that meant there was a threesome (or foursome) involved.

"Perhaps I know a few things that could help you recover quickly," she said in a slightly husky voice.

She unclasped her bra and pulled the cups away from her breasts. I was right! Each nipple had a heavy silver ring through it. They had a slight amount of sag to them, but considering she was in her fifties, they were remarkable. She rubbed and grasped them and held them out to me. They overflowed her hand and each one took too hands to fully hold.

"Feel them. They're yours."

I reached down and ran my hands over them. Phenominal! She shuddered when my hands or fingers brushed her nipples or the rings. Hmmm.... I grasped the rungs and pulled gently. Her eyes went wide open and she gasped.

"Oh yes. How did you know I like that? Do it again!"

How could I ignore her request. I repeated it, with the same results. I pulled upward a little bit, the heavy weight of her tits stretching the nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Uuuuuuuhhhhhnnnnnnn!!!!!"

Encouraged by her response, I went further. I twisted the rings in my fingers.

"Aiiiiieeeeeeeegggggghhh!!!!" she cried.

I grabbed both breasts hard and using them like handles, I pulled her to her feet. I spun her around onto the bunk and pushed her back.

"Yes! Yes! More!!!! I like it rough!!"

I kneeded her breasts, squeezing them hard, pinching the nipples tight. She trembled beneath me. I took one nipple into my mouth and chewed on it hard. She screamed.

"Uhhh uhhhh uhhh...I'm gonna come!!!!!!!"

Grabbing a breast tightly in each hand, I pressed her tits tightly together so I could take both in my mouth at the same time. I bit down hard on her nipples and the rings and pulled back.

"CCCCUUUUUUUMMMMMM IIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGG!!!!!!" she shrieked and convulsed violently. After several moments, she quieted down, gasping for breath.

Well, I was on a roll in terms of firsts. I had never been with a woman who could orgasm from just nipple play. She was right. It was certainly doing the trick in terms of speeding things up!

Sheryl sat up.

"Thank you! I haven't cum like that in awhile! How did you know what to do?"

"Gabriela told me you could cum from tit-fucking, so I just took that idea and ran with it."

"I'm going to have to thank her for mentioning it to you!"

We both laughed as she pushed me back on the bunk.

"Speaking of fucking my tits, let me help get you ready."

I lay back as she spread my legs wide. I anticipated that her maturity in age also meant her cocksucking skills would also be advanced. I was not disappointed. Skillfully she sucked me and ran her tongue over the shaft, lubricating it well. Apparently, I wasn't hard fast enough for her liking. She pushed my legs back even further, so my knees were by my shoulders. Ah, so she was going to work on my balls. I was mistaken.

She ran her tongue down the shaft and kept going...right to my ass! I raised my head up to look at her and interject.

"What the....uhhhhhhhh!"

My head flopped down as she circled my anus with her tongue. She flicked her tongue back and forth across the opening, then massaged it in circles. I felt shockwaves running through me. She buried her face between my cheeks and probed at my ass, insistently trying to force her tongue inside. I gasped for air. It was like she had turned on a switch to my cock, balls, and something deep inside. Her hand came up and started stroking my rock hard dick, which throbbed with every thrust of her tongue inside my ass. Thankfully, she stopped because I was sure I wouldn't last much longer.

"I think my little trick worked."

She slid up the bed, enveloping my cock with her breasts. She slid her torso up and down on my pelvis, my shaft wedged in between her cleavage. It was like fucking, but different. And the softness of her chest against my thighs was heavenly. I picked her up and leaned her back, sitting up against the bunk. I got on my knees and straddled her thighs so my hips pressed up against her chest. Grasping her tits in my hands, I wedged my cock between them. I started thrusting away, squeezing her tits tight together. I angled her nipples so they dragged across my thighs as I tit-fucked her. Her mouth dropped open and she looked up at me with wild, smoking eyes.

"YES, YES!!!! Fuck my tits! Fuck them! Make me cum!!!"

I pounded her breasts harder and harder. She gasped for air as I pinned her against the bunk wall. She grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling me up and down in time with my movements. I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Gonna cum...gonna cum..."

"Yes, baby, yes! Cum for me! Cum all over my tits!"

That sent me over the edge. Ropes of cum quickly filled tunnel of flesh and overflowed her cleavage. She squealed as she came one more time.

After our orgasms subsided, she took some moist towels from a warmer and wiped us both clean. We lay there for a few moments, relishing in the delicious feeling.

"God" she said. "You can do that to me anytime!"

"I would definitely like a repeat performance"

"Maybe another time. Now, you need to go get some rest. You still have two women with needs to be fulfilled."

How could I forget about Jolie and Gabriela? We straightened up and put our clothes back on. I went back up in the elevator first, to be greeted by Gabriela with a kiss.

"You must be exhausted." 

She gave me some fresh squeezed orange juice to drink.

"Go. Rest. We still have another 19 hours to go. I'll wake you later."

Was I in heaven? She escorted me through the dark cabin to my seat, sneaking in a quick kiss as I settled in, half awake. I hope I had the stamina to satisfy Gabriela and Jolie. I thought about that as I drifted off.... 



It Pays To Fly Economy Class Ch. 03



After Sheryl left, I lay there, reclined on the first class seat until unconsciousness took me. Pleasant dreams of a beach in Bali overtook me. A tall topless Balinese woman with coconut-sized breasts and dark nipples on her deep golden skin danced before me, framed from behind by the sunset. Closer, she moved, until we were mere inches apart. She looked deeply into my eyes and placed her soft hands on my shoulders. She leaned in and began whispering in my ear, giving me goose bumps.

"Hey lover, you better have something left in that cock for me...."

My dream morphed into reality. I opened my eyes to find Jolie leaning over me with her hands on my shoulders, soft full lips brushing against my ear. I smiled a sleepy smile.

"I think I can fulfill your order," I said.

Thankfully, the cabin was dark, illuminated only by the emergency lights on the floor. Not a soul stirred in first class as I got up and followed her to the elevator. I took the elevator down to the crew room and she soon followed. She led me to a bunk and forced me down on my back. She sat down next to me on the bunk. She drew her hands down my chest, electrifying my nipples as her fingers passed over them. They came to rest on my thighs, framing my penis that was starting to stir.

"But you are not hard yet, no? Perhaps I can do something to help. Maybe you would like to see my body, to see me touch myself?"

Was that a real question or a rhetorical one?

I said, "I would like that very much."

She gave me a sultry look and stood up. She began swaying to a silent beat, slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Her bra clipped in the front, and she undid it as she continued unbuttoning her top. Once open, her hands slid up to her shoulders, where she shrugged the top off onto her upper arms. Her hands then slide down to her cleavage. Slowly, she pulled her shirt and bra apart, covering her breasts with her hands. She started cupping and squeezing them, massaging them in circles. Her hands dropped to her sides, revealing coconut sized breasts with dark aureoles, just like my dream. They sagged a little bit, but not in an unpleasant way. Her hands returned to her breasts, now paying more attention to her nipples. Looking at me with half-closed eyes, her voice got deeper.

"My breasts are so sensitive. It turns me on to show them to you. I'd bet you'd like to suck them, no?"

My mouth was watering as my dick hardened. What I wouldn't give to take them into my hands and mouth.

Her hands moved to her swaying hips and she unzipped the skirt from the side. She slowly turned around, facing away from me. She turned her head to the side to glance back at me and closed her eyes. Bending and arching her back slightly, she began sliding the skirt down her luscious rounded hips at an agonizingly slow pace. A garter belt, then a thong came into view. The cleavage of her ass appeared and I couldn't wait to see the rest of her backside. Bending over more, the skirt passed her hips down to her thighs. The thong disappeared deep into the crack of her ass. Oh, to bury my face in between those cheeks, something I knew would not happen.

The skirt fell to the floor and she turned to face me, eyes half closed, and I saw her pussy for the first time. A small triangle of fabric was all that covered it. I could see that it was already showing a dark spot of moisture. She continued swaying, rotating her hips, and she sighed. The white garter belt was a well-chosen contrast to her ebony skin. It held up a pair of stockings that were almost invisible, revealing underneath mouthwatering legs. was I could tell from how natural these movements came that this wasn't the first time she had stripped for someone. My breathing quickened.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked.

"Yes. I like to show off my body. Mostly to women, but sometimes to a man like you."

I felt privileged to be granted that honor. She took the strings of the thong in her fingers and started to slide it down, revealing a triangle of trimmed pubic hair above two plump lips that were glistening with moisture. The thong dropped to the floor.

Jolie dropped to all fours, facing me, her breasts hanging down, begging to be sucked. Arching her back, I could see the humps of her two ass cheeks behind her head. Running her tongue over her lips, she gave me a look that said 'fuck me', then turned and got up on her knees, resting her elbows on the bunk across from mine. Spreading her legs slightly, she thrust her ass out, slowly gyrating. She looked back over her shoulder and passed a hand between her legs from below. She slid two fingers between her dark labia and spread them, revealing a large dripping pink clit and a small vaginal opening that needed to be filled. She shuddered and moaned as her fingers massaged her clit and slid in and out of her cunt. Her aroma filled the room. By now, I was rock hard and ready.

"Oh, this feels so good," Jolie moaned. "Are you ready yet?" she asked.

Before I could answer, she removed her hand and reached back over her hips, sliding her soaked fingers in-between the cheeks of her ass, sliding down and rubbing across her rosebud. She massaged it in circles. Then, placing the tip of her middle finger against it, she pushed. The muscle relaxed and she slowly slid inside, all the way down to her hand.

"Ahhhhh..." she sighed. She started stroking her finger in and out, then added a second one.

"Ooooohh! Or perhaps you are thinking about this, no? I'll bet you wish this was your cock. Your hard cock inside my tight, warm assssssss...."

She was right about that! But she had other needs, and I was more than ready to fulfill them. I got up and moved in behind her.

"I've been ready to fuck you since you showed me your tits."

She removed her fingers and turned to me. Twisting me around, she pushed and we fell onto her bunk together, her on top of me. Her large breasts pancake out against my chest, and I could feel her hard nipples pressing into me.

Looking deep into my eyes, she said, "No, you are mistaken. It is I who will be fucking YOU!"

With that she sat up, straddling my thighs. She took a condom from her jacket and slid it down my penis. She rubbed her sopping pussy up and down my cock, coating it with her aromatic juices. We both moaned at her efforts. Raising up, she took my cock in her hand. 

She stroked it a few times and said, "My, but you are so big. I don't know if it will fit in my little place. But we will not know unless we try."

She rubbed the mushroom head against her clit, causing both of us to shudder and gasp. She then slid it further back, between her lips and pressed it against her opening. She slowly pushed down and the muscle gave way, allowing me to slowly slide inside her. I could not help myself, the sensation of that warm velvety slick tunnel made me arch my back, forcing me up inside her. She yelped, which turned into a wail. She grunted as I bottomed out, her thighs tight against mine.

"Uhhhhnnnn!!!" she cried.

I felt her cervix against the tip of my cock, and was surprised when it gave way, allowing the head to poke in slightly. I was more surprised when she convulsed and gasped when it did so, almost like a mini orgasm. I know that the cervix is sensitive and most women find it painful if pressure is put on it. I am not overly large, so this was a new experience for me.

She began a rhythmic journey, sliding me in and out of her. Sitting upright, she closed her eyes as she gyrated. I slid my hands onto her thighs and held her by the hips as she moved. She did not object to me touching her, and kept up her lap dance on my cock. Her hands slid up her torso, and she alternated running them through her hair and down onto her breasts. She stuck a finger in her mouth and sucked on it, moaning in time with my thrusts into her. The sensation was heavenly, and I felt like I was on the verge of cumming every few moments. She began grinding on me harder and harder, intent on forcing the head of my cock through her cervix. She convulsed and spasmed on each thrust, her orgasm approaching. I reached up and cupped her bouncing breasts firmly in each hand. Using my thumbs, I strummed her nipples, causing her to squeal.

"Oh, oh, oh, oui, oui, yes, yes, just like that!" she cried.

I did my best to prolong my own orgasm, but it was getting harder and harder to hold off. Luckily, she came soon after, wailing and squealing. I felt her vagina contract around me and she gushed fluid out onto my thighs. I had never had a woman squirt with me before, and here was this gorgeous, self-proclaimed lesbian doing so because she was fucking me. Her energy sapped, she started to come down. She collapsed down on my chest and rested her head on my shoulder, still panting. I felt remnants of her spasming around my cock, causing it to throb. She felt it and jumped a little.

"Oooooooh. You are still hard, I see."

"Yes, and I'm not done with you yet!" I said as I continued to thrust into her. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.

"Mmmmmm... now it is your turn to fuck me, I think," she cooed.

As much as I wanted to bend her over the bed and take her, I was so close that I knew I wouldn't make it. I slid my hands down and grabbed her ass, using her cheeks as leverage as I fucked up into her. Jolie began groaning in time with my thrusts, the pitch of her voice getting higher, turning into wailing. Remembering how much she enjoyed fingering her own ass, I figured she might enjoy it if I did. I slid one hand between her glistening ass cleavage that provided some lubricant for my digits and found her starfish with my fingers. I pressed against it with my index finger, and she yelped as it easily gave way and I slid into her backdoor. Head still on my shoulder, she started grinding on me, breaths coming faster and deeper.

"Oh... oh... mon dieu... I am close again. More! More!"

I took that to mean another finger, which I slid in alongside the first one. Thrusting it deep inside her rectum, I could feel my cock through the thin membrane and I double fucked her. She writhed around on top of me, eyes squeezed tightly shut, mouth hanging open, gasping.

I could not hold back any longer. I arched my back and came, crying out and shooting inside the condom. She felt my cock spasming.

"Oh... oui... merde! I can feel you cumming... cumming. Encore! Encore! J'arrive!!"

My own orgasm triggered a second one for her and she gripped my neck and shoulders tight, squealing in ecstasy. We lay there, panting, sweating, coming down off our high. 

As sleep was about to overtake us, I jumped. A soft wet tongue was cleaning off my balls and ran up the base of my cock to Jolie's pussy, causing her to yelp with a start. We looked down, Jolie still astride me, and moving up between her cheeks we saw dark hair, parted in the middle. Jolie shivered and moaned as the tongue that belonged to the person down below passed over her anal opening, swirling around it, then continued up between her cheeks until Gabriela's mischievous and sexy eyes appeared. We could see her tongue come up Jolie's generous rear cleavage and Gabriela smiled, licking her lips.

"Mmmmmm... you two taste so good together!"

To be continued...