0 comments/ 19408 views/ 0 favorites In Flight By: IngwazAdoravi After a day of hard work, cleaning up the streets of Makai, and slaying an entire legion of skeletons marching against the city, Misty and Ingwaz returned to the Aensland Manor for some much-needed rest. Ingwaz set Misty on the floor before dropping to the walnut planks himself, breathing heavily, sweat beading his brow. "What was kind of fun, wasn't it?" Misty smiled, flopping herself onto the violet satin sheets of her bed, face-up, staring at the black silk curtains. "Never have I seen that many skeletons form a conga line straight towards a pool of lava." Her laugh was as pure as a child's prayer, yet with an undercurrent of blackest evil. "Then again, I suppose you have done better." Ing looked up from the floor at Misty's dangling feet. "Well, true...I once did that to a similar number of human troops... only a couple of them decided it would be a good idea to resist me." He tickled Misty's feet, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. "They ended up becoming skeletons before their comrades tossed themselves into the flames." "Well, I am glad they didn't hurt you, Iggy." She turned on the bed to look down at him, her sharp features softened by weariness, her blood-red curls flowing about her perfect face. She reached down and stroked his cheek softly, then pulled him up into a kiss. Their lips met, tenderly at first, then more passionately, lips parting, tongues meeting. They kissed that way for a minute, and then broke away. Misty smiled, her subtle essence pervading his senses. "Sweet love, have you strength enough for another flight? I would like to visit the waterfall tonight." Ingwaz nodded softly, and smiled. "Of course, my love." He got up and walked to the balcony, then turned. Misty was nowhere to be found. He looked for her, and shrugged. Turning back to the balcony, he looked out into the deep inky blue velvet that was the night sky. Soon, he felt her hands encircling him, and warm lips pressing to his neck. What he felt next surprised him: twin points of pebbly hardness. He turned around in mild shock, and a soft moan escaped his lips when he saw her. Misty wore nothing but her seductive smile. Her breasts, full and perfectly proportioned to her body, glistened with a sheen of sweat. She pulled him close to her, and his hand instinctively ran down her back, dancing on her vertebrae, down further, to the curves of her rear end. She growled lowly, a sound of lust and hunger, a hunger only the man before her could quell... a hunger she would only allow the man before her to quell. Her fingernails ran down his front, and the skintight leather tunic he wore dropped to the ground, cut by a razor sharp nail. Slipping to her knees, she drew his pants off and sighed softly in pleasure as she gave his hardening manhood a small kiss. Rising fully, she turned and placed her hands on the wrought iron railing. Without a word, he kissed her neck, and slipped slowly within her. When he was fully within her tight form, she leaned back and turned her head, her eyes meeting his. "Now, about that flight..." Without a word, Ing wrapped his arms around her and, spreading his wings, took to flight. She cried out softly to the night, her muscles, both the arms holding Ing's hands and the muscles around his member, tightening in initial shock. They ascended slowly, Ingwaz moaning softly, Misty whimpering in pleasure and need. Without a word, Ingwaz turned over and started descending, free falling. The feeling of the cold air against Misty's nipples and the warmth of the man behind her made her skin break out in goose bumps, and suddenly, she cried out in ecstasy as he pulled out of the dive, forcing him deeper than ever before, the head of his manhood touching the mouth of her womb, sending pulses of pure pleasure lancing through her nervous system. As he rose, her corkscrewed, twisting him inside her, causing her to cry out in pleasure once more. He saw the waterfall ahead, and smiled. He suddenly dropped again, barrel rolling as he did so, twisting and turning within Misty, He pulled out of her suddenly, letting her fall, then power dove below her. In an almost show-off display of accuracy, he placed himself directly beneath her, and impaled her on his member, causing her to scream in passion and lust, her muscles squeezing him. Another corkscrew up, and he flew straight towards the waterfall. His hands dropped to her hips, then lower, stroking her burning nubbin gently. He timed it just right: as soon as they broke through the freezing water of the waterfall, her body and his erupted in a powerful explosion of energy, tendrils of lightning lancing from them both as they moaned in climax, their voices in perfect harmony, her name upon his tightly drawn lips, his name deep in her slender throat. They landed on the ledge behind the waterfall, breathing heavily. An unintended twitch of his manhood, and both erupted in climax again, holding each other close, silent. As the energy died away, they fell asleep after a tiring day, him still within her, with only the moon witness to their flight. In Flight Entertainment Once again, rushing off for meetings in Virginia, I caught the early Monday morning flight to Washington's Reagan Airport. Except for the early time, it was a flight I had taken dozens of times in the past, one that I would take many more times in the future. This particular flight was a bit different, perhaps it was the early time or maybe it was just a slow Monday, but a flight that was normally packed full was barely half full. Sitting about in the middle of the plane, I was the only person on my row and with no one sitting in the row behind me, I could ease my seat back without disturbing anyone. I did notice an attractive and young (though at my age most everyone seemed young) sitting across the aisle from the empty row behind me. The woman had long dark hair, a very pretty face and an attractive neck accentuated by a low cut blouse. Not wanting to get caught staring at the woman, I moved a bit in my seat so I could see her from the neck down and figure she wouldn't see me looking her over. Her breasts were small, but I could see she wasn't wearing a bra and with her blouse billowing out a bit I could see the graceful rise of her right breast as it curved outward. Pushing my head back into the cushion of the seat, I could see a slight variation of color at the edge of her areola, but I couldn't get a glimpse of her nipple. Feeling the slow swelling in my pants, I relaxed my head a bit and took a quick glimpse of the man sitting next to this beautiful woman. He was fairly small, not very much taller than the woman next to him. His features were soft and even with a bit of light colored facial hair he seemed more pretty than handsome. His complexion was too light to be the woman's brother, I wondered if perhaps he was her gay friend. Not wanting to spend the entire flight with my head twisted to the side, I grabbed a book and tried to read, but after only a page or two, I caught myself just passing over the words, not really reading. When I finally nearly dropped the book and then, in an attempt to save the page I was on, pitched it out into the aisle, I decided I wasn't that interested in the book. A kind flight attendant returned the book to me so I put it back in my bag and then tried to get some sleep. I guess I dosed off for an hour or so because when I next looked around the cabin, the beverage and snack service had completed and most of the other passengers were settled quietly in their seats, either reading or sleeping, or just talking quietly. Turing my head to the side, I glanced over at the couple across the aisle and one row back from me. I noticed the woman had an odd look on her face, so I got myself comfortable in the seat and turned my head so I could get a good look at the couple. The man's hand was tucked inside that billow in the woman's blouse that had caught my eye earlier in the flight. I could see that he was moving his fingertips in a circular motion over the woman's nipple, much to her obvious pleasure. Adjusting my cock in my pants, I continued watching as the man slipped his hand out of her blouse, giving me a quick glimpse of her nipple, as he spread a blanket over her lap. She then reached down and unfastened her pants, moving her hips from side to side, apparently sliding them down over her hips. Again I caught just a glimpse of flesh as they adjusted the blanket. She was now well covered, though I could see the distinct nub of her nipple in the thin fabric of her blouse. I also noticed some movement beneath the blanket as the man's hand moved between her legs. Her breathing began to increase as I focused on the rise and fall of her breasts, especially on how the nipple pressed against the blouse. I could only imagine what he was doing to her, perhaps slipping his fingers into her wet pussy, then sliding over her clit, or maybe just gently pinching her clit, letting her other opening simply ache for penetration. Concentrating on her face I watch expressions of joy and pleasure come over her as she moved and responded to her lover's fingers. She closed her eyes for a few moments and then suddenly open them, staring at the man with a look of such intense passion I could feel a tingle in my balls. A flight attendant moved up the aisle, and I noticed the man pause in his manipulations leaving his girlfriend hovering, as if on the edge of a cliff, nearly... nearly... then calming until the attendant moved on and the exquisite pleasure began again. I could feel myself begin to tremble some, as two more times I saw this beautiful woman on the edge of orgasm, only to be interrupted by an overly helpful flight attendant. Damn, I envied that man as he teased and dangled his beautiful woman at the outer edges of ecstasy for so long. To see her rise up, breathing hard, fighting hard not to moan out loud as she got closer and closer to suddenly slip back, feeling the intensity fade, the heat to cool for a moment, maybe two and then once again, feel it, the touch, the tingling, the need pulsing into her, until... until... finally, yes... yes finally the release. It was in her face, in her eyes as she came, the look of pure satisfaction, relief, and intense pleasure. Her eyes were closed, he mouth drawn tight and her teeth clenched as she came, but then she immediately opened both her mouth and eyes. Again, I saw her look at her lover with complete and abandoned passion, she then grabbed his face and pulled it to her and kissed him like I had never seen anyone kiss before. My cock ached and I was breathing hard. I'm not sure I could have taken a whole lot more of the show, but then she quickly refastened her pants and tossed the towel over the man's lap. I cold see his enormous erection in the tent the blanket formed on his lap. She slipped her hands under the blanket and began working up and down his long and very hard cock. Although he moved some, it was obvious he wanted something more, as she reached up and gently pulled her head toward his lap. She pulled away, nodding up at a flight attendant who was walking up the aisle with a trash bag, collecting the trash from everyone. I was a bit disappointed, thinking of seeing her take that enormous erection into her mouth, but figured watching her jack him off would be interesting too. He was about to give up when an announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Please pass all your trash to the aisle so our attendants can pick up the last of the trash. Federal regulations require that all passengers remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened during the last thirty minutes of the flight into Washington's Reagan Airport. Our flight crew will complete their final checks and then return to their seats for the duration of the flight. We thank you for your cooperation. Upon arrival, the fasten seat belt lights will go out when it is safe for you to move about the cabin again." I couldn't help but smile watching the couple wait as the flight attendants completed their rounds, directing us to adjust out seats in their full upright position and to put up all tray tables. My seat slowly returned to its full upright position effectively blocking my view of the couple. Straining my ears, I could hear a faint slurping sound as the woman began sucking her lover's cock. I tried to picture what was happening, was her head beneath the blanket, or was all this happening out in the fresh air? Was she stroking his shaft or cupping his balls? Fuck, it was simply driving me crazy, until, until... fuck it, I pressed the button for my seat and leaned back. I looked over at them and saw the woman, her cheeks bulging over the huge erection, her eyes staring directly at me as I simply froze, waiting for something to happen. Well, something did happen. While staring intently at me, she continued giving her boyfriend a magnificent blow job. Her head seemed to move in three different directions at once, up and down, side to side and turning, while one hand worked his shaft and the other gently cupped his balls. Unable to move, I watched as she poured her passion into his large cock. I was amazed how a man of his size could be so well endowed, but there it was. The woman was amazing too, opening her mouth so wide as she took in the purple head, letting it slide to the back of her mouth, then backing off, letting it slide out. Incredibly then I saw it expand as she quickly moved her mouth back over the head as he came. The long shaft pulsated as her cheeks closed over the head and she sucked the hot cum he pumped into her. She swallowed once, then again, drinking his jism without gagging, or stopping, just letting his essence flow into her. Swallowing again, the lifted her head from him as a white dribble of him rolled slowly down her chin. Taking the blanket, she wiped off her mouth and then sat up, tossing the blanket over his still hard cock. I watched as a wet stain formed at the tip of the tent and slowly grew. Making a mental note not to use one of the blankets on an airplane I looked back to the woman. She smiled demurely as she licked a last but of cum off her fingers. I returned my seat to its full, upright position as the plane landed. When the seat belt lights went out, I was still unable to stand. I watched as the people slowly grabbed their bags and worked their way down the aisle. Finally as the couple slid past me, the woman smiled and said softly, "Bye, bye, hope your flight was as good as mine." "Thanks," was all I could say. In-Flight Entertainment I recall a situation which occurred to me, late at night on board my return flight to London, while most people around me were lost in their brief slumbers or fixed in a trance on their individual seat-back TVs with their endless stream of imagery. I was watching the final jousting scene in "A Knights Tale", when I remembered my slut and her excitement while watching the very same film in her local cinema. Thoughts of a sheer blue dress over very thin, accommodating underwear, or perhaps no panties at all...flashed into my head and made me miss my slave even more than normal. And all of a sudden, there you were next to me in the luxurious first-class seat that my fantasy had thoughtfully laid out for us, because everyone knows that those seats go ALL the way back. You already seemed ravenous, as if driven by an insatiable desire for me that no one else could quench. Yet, the thought of another would not even enter your head because you have always been so completely satisfied in every way by your master's desires, perversions, and creativity. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to join that sect of elites, that guild of supremes, indeed - The Mile High Club itself! I find my eyes drawn to the line of your bosom inside your dress and the way you trace your finger down your body over your curves. You love having my eyes visually caress every inch of your body - all the way down to your stiletto heels, which you kick off as I watch and slide your foot over onto mine. Deliciously slow, you begin smoothing your toe over my arch and work it up my leg to my knee whereupon your hand takes over obeying the sharp line in my business trousers' crease to my crotch. Casually taking the lightest of brushes against my now stiffened cock, just to reassure yourself that your master is pleased, you swivel your body around so that your pussy is facing me. With a wicked smile you tease the end of your dress upwards, firmly locking your eyes on mine as you watch my welling excitement. What was once the hidden shadow of your panties comes into view and I can tell from the look on your face that you'd very much like me to remove this skimpy obstacle. I gently slide the flat of my hands along your thighs, bending towards you, breathing deeply to capture the sweet fragrance of your arousal. Moments later I am assured of this when I finally find the sides of your knickers and roll them sensuously down your legs. I briefly swish them through the air like a conquering flag, for all to see, but we have already driven off any would-be spectators my our shameless display...or so it would seem. In reality one of the female air stewards is sneaking a peek from a safe distance and pleasuring herself in a manner not entirely dissimilar from what you are about to do next. Licking your index finger, you place it directly in the centre of your pussy, feeling the outline of your engorged clitoris under your fingertip and press slightly as you rub it in circular motions. You close your eyes and throw back your head in wild abandonment as you enjoy your own touch. I cannot resist the temptation to retaliate and command you to watch me. I see you eyes focus on my hands as I slide them down to my belt buckle and undo myself, only to reach in and carefully reveal my now fully enlarged cock, pulsating in my hand in time to my heartbeat. I take it in my right hand and gently glide it up and down my cock, still watching your eyes with mine. I see the smile flick at the corners of your mouth as I see a thought come to your mind, though I think in truth it had always been there. You spring upon me in a carefully controlled pounce, placing one leg either side of my crotch and you lift yourself to straddle me before grabbing my shaft and lowering yourself down upon me. We gasp in unison at the intense feelings crashing through our bodies as our bodies meet. You moan again as I exhale and we find ourselves bending to the will of our bodies as we begin to move in time to some subconscious beat. You rock your thighs around me as I thrust upwards, hands placed firmly on your hips to make the force even more intense. The hot, exquisite wetness of your pussy caresses the full length of my cock inside you and I am lost in the moment with you. The background and world falls away and we don't need the aircraft to fly any longer. We are already afloat on the wind. You open your eyes to stare deeply into mine once more and I see your face go weak as your mouth gasps open once more and you let out a low, intense groan than builds and builds into a crescendo of emotion and you yell out my name. "MASTER!! OH YES!" At the same moment you dig your nails into my shoulders and pull me tight and I have no choice but to release and climax at once, and we share in each others ecstasy. Certainly an altogether unique take on in-flight entertainment... In-Flight Entertainment I was finally boarding the plane, after making my way through the maze of airport security, when my cell phone rang. Oh, good, it was my best friend Tina! We'd been playing phone tag for a few days, and I wanted to talk to her before taking off on this business trip. "Hey, Tina, you just caught me - I'm getting on the plane right now!" "I thought I might catch you, Kristie! I hope you have a great trip. I know you're not particularly excited about all of your meetings, but maybe you can have some fun while you're there?" "Yeah, I'm sure I can - maybe I'll even meet someone new, see where things lead." "Hey, maybe you'll meet someone new on the plane - finally join the mile high club!" Tina said with a chuckle, knowing I was far too straight-laced ever to do such a thing. "Yeah, right, Tina, I'm sure. After all the uneventful flights I've had to and from business meetings, this will be the one where I join the mile high club." I blushed as I realized that a few people heard me as I walked down the aisle, looking for my seat. Oh well, I'm sure they could tell I was joking. "OK, I'm at my seat now, I'd better go. I'll call you when I get there." Tina, not ready to stop teasing, said, "OK, but first you have to describe to me the hottie you'll be sitting next to!" "Jeez, Tina, why do you take such pleasure in embarrassing me? Luckily for me, there's nobody in the seat next to me, so I don't have to answer your question. Bye, I'll call you when I get there." "OK, talk to you soon." All kidding aside, I was glad there was nobody sitting next to me. It would be nice to stretch my legs a bit and put my carry-on bag in the seat next to me. I still needed a little time to prepare for my meetings. As soon as the plane was airborne, I pulled out my laptop and started going over my notes. After about 20 minutes, the flight attendant came by with the beverage cart. "Can I offer you something, miss? Water, juice?" Pulling my nose out of my laptop, I looked up at her, replying, "Water would be great, thanks." "Here you go, miss. Oh, and you're in seat 34A? I have a note for you from another passenger." I was baffled, but took the note from her anyway, unfolded it, and read it as I sipped my water. Most of the water came right back out of my mouth in an unintentional spit-take as the contents of the note sunk in. Not only had someone on the plane heard my 'mile high' comment, they appeared to be propositioning me. But who? And was it just a joke? The note read, "I liked what I heard, and what I saw. I'm in 17F if you're interested in living out that little fantasy of yours. Walk over here and check me out. If you don't like what you see, just keep moving, and I'll leave you alone. If you do, give me a little nod and go back to your seat. I'll make the next move." I could feel the blood rushing to my face, again embarrassed at my careless comment while getting on the plane. But I was also intrigued, and instantly turned on. What harm could it do to just follow the instructions?" If I wasn't interested once I got there, I could just keep on walking. After what seemed like forever, I got up the courage to put my laptop away and get out of my seat. I killed even more time by stopping in the bathroom, where I splashed some cold water on my face. Nope, it didn't cool me off. Still hot and bothered, I decided to keep going, and made my way through the aisles to the opposite side of the plane, in search of 17F. I'm sure my mouth dropped open as I approached the seat and saw the occupant – it was a woman! I had just assumed that the note had come from a man. Shocked as I was, I was still turned on, and gave the hot young woman a little nod. She nodded back in understanding, and I returned to my seat. "I'll make the next move," the note had said. What would she do? When? How would I know? I didn't have to think about it for very long, as she soon appeared in the aisle next to my seat. "Do you remember me?" she asked me in a perky voice, loud enough for those around us to hear. "Kennedy High School, right?" giving me a glance that suggested I should go along with what she was saying. "Yeah, hey, great to see you again," was my reply. "Do you want to join me? There's nobody in this seat next to me." "Sure, that'd be great, give us a chance to catch up." And with that, she sat down next to me. Passengers in neighboring seats had clearly decided that we were boring, and began putting on their headphones to avoid having to listen to this conversation of 20-somethings catching up from high school. As they were doing that, this stranger sitting next to me whispered to me that her name was Vanessa. She looked to be about 21, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, and an obviously hot body only slightly hidden by the baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants she was wearing for the flight. Me? I'm 23, a natural blonde with green eyes, perky 36C tits, and long lean legs. My comfortable flight outfit was slightly different from hers - I was in a tight-fitting blue t-shirt, a knee-length denim skirt, and boots. She took the airplane blanket from her seat, unfolded it, and motioned for me to cover myself with it as fully as I could. I did so. She whispered to me that she would keep up the pretense of our conversation, and expected me to as well, but that she would also begin whispering instructions to me, and expected me to follow them. "So, where are you working now?" was her innocent conversation starter, followed by, in her whispered voice, "Pull up your shirt and start fondling your tits." Under cover of the blanket, I followed her first instruction, pulling my tight top over my breasts (I never wear a bra when I fly) so that my hands had access. "I'm in advertising, and I'm actually on a trip to meet with a client," my proper answer followed. "That's cool! I'm just getting my feet wet in real estate." And after a pause, "Now, you can keep working your tits if you want, but I want you to unzip your skirt, and use one of your hands to reach into your panties and start rubbing your clit." "That must be an exciting field," I replied, trying to contain a sigh as the fingers of my right hand found my hard clit. "It really is. I get to make my own schedule, and it's satisfying to help people find their perfect location." The subtle double-entendre obviously intentional, she continued, "I want you to really start working your clit. Take your hand off your breast, it's too obvious under the blanket, and I think someone's coming." I quickly shifted my hands so that both were inside my panties, with my left thumb working my clit and a few fingers of my left hand now slipping into my pussy. She was right, this looked less obvious to someone walking in the aisle, as long as I kept my movements slow and steady. Allowing the innocent conversation to end, as often happens on flights anyway as one or both people get bored, she now just whispered her sexual instructions to me. "Keep going, work it, I want you to be ready for what's coming. That's it, real slow and steady." What did she mean, what's coming? And why wasn't she asking me to do anything for her? But I didn't care - I was committed to this, no matter what she had planned. I was now rubbing my clit more furiously, but the fingers in my pussy were keeping up their regular calm rhythm. As I arched my back and let my head fall back against my seat, I could feel her move closer to me, whispering in my ear, "Stop. Make yourself decent, and when you're ready, go up to first class." With that, she got up and left. I really didn't want to stop, as I was well on my way to bringing myself to an orgasm right here in my seat, with unknowing passengers all around me. But I decided to trust that she must have something exciting planned for us. It took me a few minutes to readjust my clothes underneath the blanket and decide that I was presentable enough to get up and walk through the aisles without drawing attention to myself. Thankfully, the flight attendants were all busy getting the food service ready, so none of them noticed as I went through the curtain separating first class from coach. Vanessa was already there, in a seat next to a very handsome man, obviously quite a bit older than her - maybe 45? He was dressed for business in a very expensive suit that showed off his athletic physique, and I quickly noticed his deep brown eyes as I came closer to their seats. I also noticed that they were the only passengers in first class, and realized that we could probably do something pretty wild right here without being caught. Before I could say anything, he addressed me. "Vanessa tells me you're up for a little excitement on this flight?" "Oh, yeah," I replied, "just tell me what you want, I'm ready for anything." "Well, I think the flight attendants will be coming through here with the meal service soon, so maybe we should start things with you hidden out of sight. Why don't you get on all fours and crawl over here, I bet you can get my cock nice and hard while I wait for my meal." "Hmm, sounds like a plan," I said, and quickly followed his instructions. I chuckled to myself as I realized how much more legroom there was in first class - enough to get a blowjob from a girl kneeling in front of you! I was soon positioned on all fours between the two of them, with my ass between Vanessa's legs and my mouth between his. As I unzipped his slacks and pulled out his flaccid cock, Vanessa spread out another airplane blanket, hiding me - to anyone walking down the aisle, the two of them just looked like a cozy, cuddly couple. I then heard both of them pull down their tray tables, giving me even more protection from detection. As I began working slowly on his cock, I could hear the flight attendant's cart make its way towards us. He was just beginning to get hard in my mouth, and Vanessa's hand was surreptitiously hiking up my skirt, as the flight attendant asked them both, "Chicken or pasta?" With the utmost innocence, the man (I still didn't know his name!) asked if they could both have the chicken, but if she could please put their meals off to the side, maybe on one of the empty seats, because right now they just wanted to take a nap. "Absolutely, sir, I'll just leave your meals right over here, and I'll be sure you're not disturbed until later in the flight." "Thank you so much, I really appreciate it." As the flight attendant left with her cart, I could hear the tray tables going back up, and then felt Vanessa's hand slide into my panties. My pussy was still so wet from my earlier masturbation that two of her fingers slid in easily, and she began finger-fucking me hard, which encouraged me to go at his cock with more enthusiasm. He was big - 8 inches at least - but I was now taking his entire length into my mouth with each stroke, and fondling his balls as I sucked. I could feel him start to thrust, but he quickly stopped himself, obviously wanting to save something for later. Vanessa's fingers pulled out of me, and they both whispered for me to get up. As I emerged from under the blanket, I could see that they had also pushed back the armrest between them, effectively turning their first-class airplane seats into a big leather sofa. Vanessa gave me her seat, and took my place kneeling on the floor. I assumed that she was going to take over sucking the man's cock, but instead she went down on me - the first time a woman had done that! She started with her tongue on my clit, in long, slow licks interrupted occasionally with a teasing nibble. After a few moments, she added her hand, wetting her fingers in my very wet pussy and pushing them into me. Two, three, four fingers of her petite hand were now, again, fucking me as she continued to lick my clit. I looked over at the man, who was obviously extremely turned on by this action in the seat next to him. I spit on my hand and grabbed his cock, and began working him in long, slow strokes. In return, he leaned down and devoured my right breast, sucking firmly and nibbling on my nipple. This hot threesome, especially with the expert attention on my pussy and clit, was beginning to bring me to the edge of a powerful orgasm. I arched my back and moaned, but just as the sound escaped my lips, I could feel the man's hand cover my mouth. "Shhhhhh," he whispered, "we'll get caught." I nodded my understanding, remembering where I was, and he took his hand away again. He then tapped Vanessa on the shoulder, and when she looked up at him, whispered, "It's time." With that, Vanessa pulled away from me and stood up. I still wanted, needed, to cum, but I was at the mercy of these two incredibly hot and adventurous people. I wanted either for Vanessa to keep eating my pussy, or for this man to fuck me, but left myself open to whatever they had in mind - they had obviously worked out this fantasy to every detail. Luckily, they were mind readers. The man motioned for me to get up and stand in front of him. At first I faced him, but he then turned me around, hiked up my skirt, and pushed his hand between my legs, forcing me to spread them, straddling his. With me in this vulnerable position, he reached up, and with one hand on each shoulder, pulled me down onto his cock in one smooth motion. Before I could even catch my breath, his entire length was inside of me, and the feeling of fullness after so much foreplay almost sent me into orgasm instantly. Vanessa, still on the floor in front of us, started working on both of us as he began to fuck me, slowly at first. Her tongue again found my clit, and as I looked down at her beautiful face, I could see that she was fondling the man's balls with both hands. Meanwhile, he had reached around and grabbed both of my breasts firmly, using them to encourage my motion up and down on his cock. As we began moving faster, Vanessa was no longer able to keep her tongue on my clit, and instead began stroking it with her thumb. She also let go of his balls as he began to thrust into me, allowing them to slap against me with the end of each long stroke. The man began to moan softly, and I could feel his hot breath on my back as I began furiously bobbing up and down on his cock. Vanessa, no longer able to keep up with our rapid fucking, stood up in front of me, and I now found her navel directly in front of my face. Although obviously enjoying the show, she was clearly missing out on the action, so I took it upon myself to lick two of my fingers, reach down, and thrust them into her pussy. She responded by spreading her legs slightly, giving me even more access, and I soon had three, then four fingers inside of her, a tight fit, and began fucking her with the same fast rhythm I was using on his cock. As he fucked me and I fucked her, I could see them looking deep into each other's eyes. This was obviously the fulfillment of their fantasy, but fortunately I was also getting something out of this whole scenario. As her juices began to flow down around my fingers, dripping down my hand, he moved his hands from my breasts to my hips, and I could tell he was coming close to cumming. With no words, only the sounds of sex overwhelmed the roar of the plane: his cock sliding in and out of my dripping pussy, his balls slapping against my skin, my fingers forcing themselves into her tight pussy. I was the first to cum, biting my own hand to avoid screaming out with one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. As I reached the end of my climax, I stopped my motion up and down on his cock, and allowed my pulsing pussy muscles to do the rest, clenching around his cock as he shot his cum deep inside of me. Watching the ecstasy on each of our faces, Vanessa let herself go as well, and I felt a rush of juices spill out over my fingers. I'm sure this was just the first of many orgasms for her today as they celebrated the living out of this fantasy. Knowing that a lot of time had passed and that the flight attendant would surely be back soon, I quickly pulled myself up, pulled down my skirt and top, and made myself as presentable as possible for the walk back to my seat. Realizing my hand was still covered with her cum, I offered it to her to lick her juices from me. As she did, the man, who had also been busy making himself presentable, now whispered to me, simply, "Thank you." My reply, also whispered, was, "No, really, thank you." In-flight Entertainment Mister Smith walked through the airport departure lounge like a ghost. He had no money, no ticket and no passport. No one saw him unless he wanted them to, and even then, well, they only saw what he wanted them to see. Thought what he wanted them to think. He was a phantom, a mirage, a spook. He was no one, and yet he could have anything. Those that met him, however briefly, would sometimes entertain the thought that they had met the devil. But he was not the devil. At least he didn't think so. He was so old now he couldn't really remember who he was; just a slim-faced perpetually middle-aged man. He could be anybody. Yes Mister Smith was a very special man indeed. He had spent the last month vacationing in Las Vegas. Trawling the casinos. Helping some people to luck out and others to bomb badly. It had been a lot of fun, but now he yearned for the long rolling hills and soft meadows of England. A cool beer in a village pub. Toasting good health beneath the bright blue sky. And, well, no matter how quiet, how peaceful, mister Smith could find a little devilry anywhere. And with that thought he coasted past the queue to his plane, swept by the unseeing flight attendants and settled into a comfortable seat in business class. He nestled in, stretched his legs and opened his newspaper. And for the briefest of moments he let his mojo slip. "You have got to be fucking kidding me. What is he doing here?" He was roused by a trill, Midwestern accent and looked up at the owner of the voice. She was a young blonde. Long platinum hair and sunglasses with pink rims. She wore a thin denim jacket over her white blouse, and black knee-high boots that left a tantalizing flash of tanned flesh beneath her short red-checked skirt. Her name was Ellie Starr and she was the latest teen pop sensation to make the big leagues. Beside her, a beleaguered looking father rubbed his fingers into his eyes and shook his head with embarrassment. "Ellie ..." "No Daddy." She pouted. "I want him off. We booked business class alone. And I want him gone. Shove him into economy class, I don't care." "Ma'am." The exasperated flight attendant began, "Economy class is full." "Then kick him off. Lock him up. Ellie Starr don't share her shit." Mister Smith watched the little display with some mild amusement while he considered his options. "Sir?" the flight attendant looked at him. "Maybe there's been some mix up. If I could just see your ticket?" "Oh really now, there's no need for that." Ellie's father interjected. "I'm really sorry sir. It'll be okay." "Daddy!" Ellie whined and stamped her foot. That decided it and Smith got to his feet. "Lets all calm down shall we." He turned to the flight attendant. "Go see to the other passengers. Everything is alright here." A puzzled look crossed the woman's face and then she turned and left for the economy section. Almost immediately she forgot there were any passengers in business class at all. Poof! Just like that. Gone. Smiling, Smith turned to the father and daughter. "Now," he said, "if Miss Jar here will let me explain." "Starr! Not Jar!" The young girl's face turned bright red. "I'm Ellie Starr. Don't you know who I am?" Smith grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. "Nope." He lied. "No? NO? I'm the next big thing you fucking retard! I'm gonna be bigger than Britney. Bigger than Christina. I am Ellie-fucking-Starr!" "Ellie!" Her father snapped. "That's enough out of you. You will not -- " SNAP! Smith clicked his fingers and both father and daughter froze to the spot. Their mouths opened and closed wordlessly. "I think that's enough from everyone actually." He sighed. "And I was going to take a few hours off too." He shook his head. "But I can tell I'm going to have to teach a few manners." He slowly circled them as he spoke, while all around them the plane prepared for take-off. The doors closed. The engines hummed. "As it turns out miss Starr, I know exactly who," he paused and looked her up and down, "and -- what -- you are. The whole world does. You're think you're a little pop princess, adored by the masses. A little diva whose tantrums everyone puts up with because of your raw talent and good looks. Your record label has you pose provocatively for album covers and posters and you think you do it for the money and the fame. But I think you do it because part of you, deep, deep down, part of you is a little slut. A slut who gets off on the idea that out there, a million horny teenage boys jack off over your picture. Spilling their junk out over effigies of your cute little face, your ample bust. And you like it. It sends you all a flutter. You think you're the next big thing. That the world owes you. That people will put up with anything you dish out. Anything just to get a piece of that starlight. And maybe they do. Maybe they will. But the big question is why does Daddy put up with it?" He turns to mister Starr. "You've seen her videos, those skimpy outfits, the provocative dances, the suggestive lyrics. Why do you let her whore herself like that? She's a whore to the whole world. To everyone except you mister Starr. And you tell yourself you just want her to be happy. Even when she screams and yells and pouts and postures; embarrassing you in front of total strangers. As long as she's happy. You just want her to be happy, right?" Smith sits down. "I wonder mister Starr. I truly do." He buckles his seatbelt as the plane rolls down the runway and lifts off. Ellie Starr and her father remain standing where they are, unable to move an inch. Defying physics. Minutes pass in silence while the plane levels out. "How old are you Ellie? Nineteen? Twenty?" She suddenly, transiently finds her voice, compelled to answer. "Eighteen." She pips quietly. "Eighteen!" Smith holds his hands in the air in mock outrage. "Eighteen and acting like such a little slut. My, my, what is the world coming to?" He looks up at her father. "Well, what do you think mister Starr -- shall we let your little girl release her inner slut?" It is a rhetorical question and he gives no time to answer. Instead he suddenly plays with the knot of his tie before looking at his two prisoners slyly. "It's a little hot in here don't you think? In fact, I think you should strip down to your jockey shorts mister Starr. Cool down." Smith grins impishly at the man's confused expression as his body starts obeying commands that were not his own. Within seconds he is standing in his underwear and he doesn't know whether to run or cry. "Oh, you can sit down." Smith pats the seat beside him and the man obeys. "Now why don't you relax mister Starr? Take it easy, enjoy the show. Little Ellie here is going to give us a striptease." He claps his hands and the young girl's eyes widen in shock as her hips begin to sway of their own accord. She steps around to face them and shrugs her jacket to the floor. She kicks it away and spins on her heels. Her ass looks tight and perky beneath her short skirt and she gyrates slowly to some unheard music as her hands run up along her waist, cup her breasts. She swivels again and places one boot up on her father's armrest. Her skirt hikes up around her waist to reveal a scarlet thong. "Just like one of her videos, right?" Smith nudges her father companionably. But the girl's daddy can't tear his eyes away from his daughter's crotch and little beads of sweat are beginning to form on the side of his head. Ellie begins unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly. Tantalizingly. Prolonging the wait. "Talk to us sweetheart. Tell us what you're thinking." Smith reaches out and touches her hand. Almost instantly she snaps her head in his direction and snarls. "Fuck you mister! You'll never get away with -- with -- with whatever it is you've done." Smith smiles cruelly. "Oh ho! Right you are Ellie. How's about we turn your arousal factor up a notch shall we? That temper of yours is going to ruin the show." He reaches out and turns an imaginary dial in the air and almost immediately she lets out a little involuntary moan. She closes her eyes as her blouse falls from her shoulders and her lovely cleavage springs into view. She wears a push-up bra that matches her thong. It displays her breasts perfectly and they jiggle delightfully as she shakes them in her father's face. Her hands reach around and unzip the back of her skirt. It falls to the ground with barely a whisper. She stands up before them wearing nothing but her underwear and boots. Her eyes are still closed. One hand caresses her breasts, the other feathers lightly between her legs and she is letting out sweet little gasps. She turns and bends, unzipping her boots and giving both men a luscious view of her pert little ass. It is fleeting. Teasing. She stands up and kicks both boots away. "Why that's lovely Ellie. Excellent. Tell you what -- why don't you finish up by giving your tired old daddy a nice little lap dance." Right away she is straddling his thigh. Rubbing her wet crotch up and down his leg. She has her small hands pressed against his chest and she is moaning as she rocks against him. Her father can barely control himself as he reaches around and unclasps her bra. Her perky breasts spring into view and his fingers toy with her cute little nipples. She throws her head back and groans loudly at his ministrations. And then she twirls and slips onto her daddy's lap, her legs up in the air. Her thong slides up over her knees and past her ankles. Her pussy is clean-shaven and pouty and her father can see; she spreads her legs for her daddy, she knows its wrong, but she wants him to admire her pretty little pussy. And he does. She toys with her little clit and he watches attentively. A satisfied smile crosses her face. She is Ellie Starr. The whole world wants to fuck her -- even her daddy. Smith suddenly claps cheerfully and she suddenly comes crashing to her senses, the spell vanishing. Her head spins. She is dazed. What was she doing? What was happening? She clambers to her feet and covers herself with her hands. But Smith goes on clapping. "Lovely. Brilliant little Ellie. But look -- Daddy has a boner." Sure enough a modest tent was rocking the front of her father's shorts. "Tch tch -- that's naughty mister Starr. A boner for your little girl. Maybe that's why you've been letting her dance in all those provocative little videos. Tsk tsk mister Starr. A big fat boner. Lets show her. Ellie, take off your daddy's shorts." Ellie can't help herself as she drops to her knees and tugs the underwear away. Her eyes widen with shock as his erection springs into view. Daddy? "Okay. And pause." Smith snaps his fingers together and surveys the naughty scene. The mixed mask of both shock and awe on the young starlets face. The shame-faced look of guilt on her father. Delightful. "I'm not all bad you know." He tells them. "And just to show there are no hard -- ha ha mister Starr -- hard feelings, I'm going to give you a nice little get out clause. Next time I clap my hands you will get your voices back. Mister Starr will then have ten short seconds to say the words 'No thank you mister Smith'. And if he does then you'll forget any of this ever happened or that I was even here. But ... if he doesn't say those words, if he chooses to hold back then -- listen carefully mister Starr -- if you don't say the magic words, then Ellie here is going to give you the blowjob of a lifetime. And the best part? After she's done she won't even remember." CLAP. Instantly father and daughter spring to life. A panic-stricken expression flashes across the girl's face. "Quick Daddy. Say the words. Quick." "I ... uh, I mean ... I ... " her father looks down at her, conflicted. "Quick Daddy! What are you waiting for?" "I'm sorry baby." "What?!" She looks up at him with shock. Realization beginning to dawn. "I'm sorry. But it won't be so bad." "You sick old bastard! You'll never get away with this." She snarls at both men. "Neither of you will. You're both going to jail." "Don't be like that baby. You might even like it." He tries to smile then shuts his eyes guiltily as he sees her anger give way to terror. "Please mister." She pouts at Smith. "I'm sorry I was rude. Please don't make me do this." "Please Daddy! You have to stop this. I'll be good from now on, I promise." "Please Daddy. I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be ... mmmph!" And with that she gobbles him up. They both moan at the same time. Her mouth fills with water and she slobbers all over him. He is meaty and musky. Masculine. Her tongue presses against him. The spongy texture of his head; the hardness of his shaft. She loves his taste. He is forbidden. She loves it. As for her father: it is better than he has ever imagined. "Looks like we finally found a good use for that smart mouth eh daddy?" Smith chuckles and stands up behind her, quickly unbuckling his belt. "You won't mind if I help myself to her little pussy." Seconds later he has hold of her hips and slips his cock inside. "Mm mmm. Like sliding into a fist full of warm butter." And so this is how Ellie Starr, teen pin-up, pop princess, singing starlet, wound up being spit-roasted aboard a plane by a complete stranger and her own daddy. Deep down past the hot embers in her belly and the gobbling greediness of her mouth, past the lust and the fear and the protestations and the shame, deep deep down in the recesses of her heart and her soul, Ellie knew that this is secretly what she craved. All she deserved. She was nothing but a little sex doll, waiting to be used. And as she gasped at the huge shaft invading her pussy and groaned around the thick daddy flesh filling her mouth she allowed her mind to wander, to fantasize. Maybe she'd be passed around the plane, from passenger to passenger? The in-flight entertainment. They would crowd around her and she would suck and stroke and fuck and get covered head to toe in warm delicious spunk. Because that was all she deserved. She was Ellie Starr. And then both men were coming. She is being filled up from both ends. She has never felt this full. She feels a lovely warmth filling her insides, deep down in her tummy. And in her mouth, her daddy was pulsing and throbbing, splashing her tongue with his cream. She mewls and whimpers gratefully before swallowing him. Afterwards, when it is done she curls up in a seat, her head spinning. Everything is fuzzy. She can't ... she can't think ... "I hope this has taught you a lesson Ellie. I want you to remember this flight for a very long time." She looks up at the nice man who'd shown her how to be Ellie Starr and smiles. "But -- but - you said, you said she'd forget!" Her father protests wildly. "Oh lighten up, she's learned her lesson, haven't you Ellie." She nods. "Yes mister." "From now on, what are you going to use that smart little mouth for?" "For sucking on Daddy's lovely scrummy cock of course." She blows her father a sweet little kiss. "But, but ..." Smith clicks his fingers. Frank Starr blinks and looks around the cabin. It is empty except for him and his daughter Ellie, but for the briefest moment he could have sworn there was someone else... Of course that was impossible because Ellie and her father always booked up business class for just themselves. So they could be alone. Ever since that one time when ... when .... His mind goes a little fuzzy as he strains to retrieve a memory. But it was like trying to chase a floater in your eye. He just couldn't. Quite. Catch it. Ellie has her head in his lap and is playfully biting at the erection straining against his pants. "When can I play with him Daddy?" "When we get home Kitten." "Dang." He settles back in his seat and softly caresses the young girl's ass through her skirt while she nibbles and gnaws and tugs at him through his clothes. Unseen by all, Smith relaxes in his seat, sips his champagne and quietly turns the pages of his newspaper. THE END In Flight Fantasies "Yeah, so what am I supposed to do? If you go to sleep, I'll be all by myself and what if I need to puke?" Deanna took a deep breath of the metallic air and sighed. "Paige, what am I going to do if you puke? If you're going to puke, you're going to puke. I might as well be asleep so I can miss it." The blonde girl fidgeted in the tiny seat and groaned. "You know I'm afraid." "And you know I'm tired!" "And you know I hate flying!" "And you know I hate whining!" "And you both know I hate bickering," Vivian interrupted the pair. She ran an impatient hand up into her curled brunette locks and sighed. "How long is this flight anyway?" "Three hours to Detroit," Deanna grinned. "Then a two hour layover. Then a five hour flight to New Orleans." Vivian shook her head and rolled her green eyes. "And why do you look so excited about this?" "CEMETARIES!" Deanna shrieked, hopping up in her small economy class seat and clapping. "DEATH! SKULLS!" Paige turned and glanced at her two best friends, her skin pale. "I don't feel so good, guys." "We're not even moving yet," Vivian dismissed her claim and turned back to her magazine. Lucky. Vivian had a shopping addiction. Fuck it, they all had a shopping addiction. Henceforth why that had become such good friends. Deanna grinned. "I'm going to sleep now. Good night." "You can't leave me!" Paige pleaded, but Dee's brilliant brown eyes were already locked shut. Vivian grinned. "She's not going anywhere, dumbass." Paige frowned and turned back to the miniscule window of the Boeing. "I hate this." "Shut up and go to sleep," Vivian demanded before disappearing into her magazine. Paige frowned again, then sighed. This really sucked. She was afraid to fly and neither of her best friends gave a shit. In fact, Deanna was already fast asleep. Snoring. Great. * * * Her eye lids fluttered slowly as her mind raced. Her thong warmed. This was her greatest fantasy. This was hot. This was everything she'd hoped to find in New Orleans. And right now, it was playing across the backs of her eyelids. The bar is smoke-filled and dirty. A dive bar. The definition of a dive bar. It's named "The Dive". The beer's the same as the upscale clubs, though, and far cheaper. This is where she wants to be. This is where she belonged. She had diverted from her best friends when they had gone across the street to the Flamingo Club. Yes, it was a strip bar. Not her style. She would just pass her time here, in this smokey oasis of dirt, grime, and great music. Yes. The jukebox was spinning Brand New. It was like an omen. 'Come to me, Deanna!' "Here I am," she thought to herself. "Here I fucking am." "Drinking?" came a deep question from just over her right shoulder. She turned and met questioning, bright chocolate eyes. "What's your poison?" He grinned and she couldn't help but smile, herself. "Tequila." "Hard," he smirked and it left and lewd tension hanging in the air. "The good stuff?" Deanna yawned and opened her eyes. It was just a dream. But the stranger had been so seductively alluring. She didn't want to wake up. Before Paige could realize that she had stirred, she shut her eyelids and prayed she'd fall quickly back to sleep. The Flamingo Club, she forced herself to think. I want to be back at the- The first male wasn't as tall, roughly 5'10". Husky. With shortly-cropped chestnut brown hair and exceedingly plush eyelashes of the same honey shade. His smile was always childlike in its outright innocence, but more a smirk in the possibilities that it hid. His best friend and partner-in-crime was taller. Over 6'. He, like the first male, had brown hair. Cut even shorter. His smiles hid no covert kinkiness, and instead, he was clearly a court jester. Deanna had lost herself in his eyes hours ago. "Are you listening to what he's saying?" the second male questioned with a laugh. "You're not, are you?" Deanna could not suppress a grin. "Of course I'm listening." "No, you're not," the first male smirked. It was that delicious, promising look that said so much and yet so little. Deanna shook her head defensively. "Yes, I was!" "Then what's my name?" the man questioned her with a childish grin. "And what's his name?" Well, that did it. Deanna hadn't been listening and now she was busted. What had the pair said their names were? Well, the first man- the talker and the smirker- he had said his name was something like David. Or Daniel. Or- "I'm Paul," he said with a lopsided grin. "You didn't know that, did you?" Deanna blushed. "I'm Chris," the second man smiled. "But you can call me Monkey Head." Chris and Paul erupted into laughter at this, and Deanna- Deanna yawned. "I SAW THAT!" Paige shrieked and began hopping up and down in her seat. It felt like the every passenger on the plane turned and glared at them before Paige calmed. Then she frowned. "I saw you yawn, Dee, I know you're awake! And you must have been having a great dream, because you were moaning for a while there." "MOANING?" "Yeah," Paige giggled. "You were moaning some guy's name. Umm, I think you said-" Vivian rolled her eyes. "She said, 'OH PAUL!'" Paige snapped her finger. "Yes! That was what you moaned. Over and over and over again." Deanna tried to change the subject. "You look very calm, Paige." "I like this flying stuff after all," Paige smiled and then began searching through her purse for some buried treasure. "They said that we were flying over the Grand Canyon and I thought that-" "If we're flying over the Grand Canyon, we've got a giant problem," Vivian snorted. Deanna placed a piece of gum into her mouth and nodded. She wanted to get back to her dream. It had been wonderful, so far. The last time she dreamt of spending time alone with two men, they had been the Chancellor of Germany and President Bush. That had been a rather disappointing dream. Not sexy in the least. She laughed to herself at the memory and blew a slow bubble of pink. Paige stuck her finger out and popped the bubble with a grin. "So I didn't see the Grand Canyon. It wasn't there." "The Grand Canyon isn't in...wherever we are," Deanna laughed. "So no shit." "We still have another hour," Vivian added before disappearing back into her magazine. This time, it was a copy of Cosmopolitan. "Let's play cards!" Paige clapped. Deanna yawned for effect. "Nah, I want to get another hour's sleep so I'll be fresh for our cemetery tour." "Cemetery's are creepy," Paige shivered. "No they're not," Deanna frowned. "They're fun and fabulous!" "You know what's fun and fabulous?" Paige questioned, but Deanna had already turned her back toward her friend. She was snuggled into the pathetically small airline pillow, eyes shut tight. She was praying to revisit her earlier dreams, just as her best friend was praying to play a game of Bullshit. ~~~ "Deanna," Chris whispered softly, delicately as he snaked the right string of her camisole down her shoulder. "Do you want this?" Deanna could only nod. "Are you sure you want this?" Paul questioned, his voice gruff with need. Deanna turned toward his voice, taking in his body. He was perched against the headboard of the small motel bed. Sweat already darted his forehead from their earlier activities. But a blowjob was a blowjob, and she knew that what Chris was inquiring meant so much more than oral sex. For his part in the play, Paul was simply watching now. His clothing- aside from his navy blue boxer briefs- had long since been discarded. Chris was clad in only his boxers. Deanna was being undressed. As the Chris tossed her camisole across the room, she whispered softly, "Yes." "Yes what?" he challenged her with a wanton smile. "I want this." "Want what?" Paul growled. "Tell us, Deanna. What do you want?" "Stop teasing me," she pleaded with the men. Her legs moved without any thought, and she quickly found herself straddling the shorter male's body. "I want you," she demanded. "What about me?" Chris laughed, approaching the bed. "And you," Deanna smiled. "I want you both." Chris stood beside the bed, reaching forward to run a hand absently through Deanna's long, dark hair. "I want you." "I want her more," Paul growled, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her downward for a kiss. He tasted like the cigarettes he had been smoking all night, and the cheap Tequila shots they had imbibed earlier. He tasted like a dream and reality and every sexual fantasy she had ever endured all at once. He broke the kiss just as her mind began to swirl. "Lay down," he instructed, flipping their bodies and towering over her in his hands and knees. "I want Chris to watch me take you." Deanna took a deep breath and sighed. "I want you inside me. Now." "Fuck you're such a whore," Paul growled as he tugged his briefs off. Deanna cringed. "What?" "I'm not a whore!" Paul laughed at this as he positioned himself outside her body. "You are. You are my whore tonight." He pushed himself forward and moaned at Deanna's body's tight embrace of his own. "And you're a tight whore, Deanna. So tight." "Mmm," Deanna offered, unable to think. Only able to feel. To feel this sexy stranger filling her body to bursting. "You like that?" Paul demanded, driving roughly into her body and lunging forward before slowly dragging himself backward. Deanna nodded her head from side to side in pleasure. "DEANNA!" Paige shrieked into her best friend's ear. "WAKE UP!" "Why?" Deanna groaned, her eyelids still shut. "We're over the Grand Canyon!" If her eyes were open, Deanna would have rolled them. Instead, she kept them shut tightly and listened to the sound of Vivian laughing hysterically. "What's so funny?" Paige demanded. Deanna drifted back to sleep as Vivian began to try and explain, pretty much in vein, that the Grand Canyon was located on the other side of the country. * * * She was staring down into his mesmerizing, bright brown eyes. His eyes were shut in obvious pleasure, his breath loud and ragged. She enjoyed this reaction to her movements, and continued to swirl her hips slowly. "Mmm, Chris, you're so big." "Hey!" came the objection from across the bedroom. "You didn't say that-" Deanna blushed. "You're big too, Paul." "Thank you," the other male nodded before disappearing into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and she focused her attention back to the taller man. "You like that, baby?" "Mmm," Chris growled. "Touch me!" she pleaded, reaching forward to take his large, long fingers into her hand. "Touch me here," she stated and directed him to her plush breasts. "I want you to-" "Let me be on top?" he pleaded, interrupting her as he cupped her breasts softly and rubbed his thumbs quickly over her erect nipples. "I want to be in control." "No," Deanna taunted him with a grin. "Yes," he grinned back, flipping the pair quickly and easily. "You're so-" Deanna began with a grin. "Perfect," Chris nodded. "You are beautiful, Deanna." "You're beautiful too, Dee," Paige snorted and continued to sip from her juice box. Yes, juice box. Paige was a teacher even on her vacations, apparently. Because her entire carry-on piece was a backpack, filled to bursting with Capri Sun. "Huh?" Deanna stammered, opening her eyes to stare at her strange friend. "You told me I was beautiful!" "No, I didn't!" "Yes, you did!" Paige rolled her eyes and took another sip. "You were moaning and you said I'm beautiful." Deanna turned cherry red. "I did not!" Vivian shook her head and peered up from a magazine, this time it was Vogue. "You were moaning, Dee." Deanna tried to hide her face inside her hoodie. "About what?" "OH DAVE OH MIKE OH FUCK ME HARDER!" Paige squealed with delight. She loved embarrassing her friends. "And you were loud enough that the people a few rows up asked you to shut up." "Was not!" "Were too!" "Paige, shut up!" Deanna tried to signal her friend to quit. Paige put the juice box down and sighed. "Are you awake now?" "Unfortunately," Deanna grumbled. "Good," Paige smirked. "Now we can play-" "Please fasten your seat belts, stow your trays in their upright positions and make sure all overhead bins are locked tightly shut. We are preparing for landing. Welcome to New Orleans," came the friendly voice of their pilot over the intercom. Deanna smirked right back at Paige. "HA HA!" Paige stuck her tongue out and Deanna stuck hers out as well. Vivian rolled her eyes as she began repacking her magazines into her bag. "You two are idiots!" "But we're fun!" Paige defended. "And fabulous!" Deanna grinned. "Right," Vivian frowned. "Now once we're off the plane, we'll go down to the Baggage Claim and look for my sister. Then we're going to-" "THE CEMETERY!" Deanna proclaimed with glee, hopping in her seat as high as the seat belt would allow. "Woohoo, people are just dying to get in there!" As the plane began to approach the runway, Paige squeaked softly and clutched Deanna's hand. "I take it back, I'm not as brave as I thought." Deanna patted her friend protectively and smiled reassuringly. "That's okay, Paige. You can hold my hand." "Good," Paige smiled but she still continued to look freaked out. She clutched Deanna's hand tightly and frowned. "Why are you so hot?" "I dunno," Deanna giggled. "But I am pretty hot, aren't I?" "Yes, you are," came a male voice from behind their seats. Deanna turned and peered through the tiny crack in the seats to meet amused brown eyes. "Huh?" "Hot," he smiled. "You are hot." Deanna rolled her eyes and turned back to face straightforward. "That's kind of creepy," she whispered to Paige. Paige grinned and whispered back, "But Dee, he's hot! I was talking to him while you were asleep and he's really cute. He's totally your type!" "Whatever," Deanna frowned. "No, seriously," Paige smiled. "His name is Chris and he's going to be in New Orleans for the same length of time as-" "WHAT?" Deanna shrieked just as the wheels touched down on the runway. In-Flight Fantasy Martin couldn't wait for the plane to touch down in Denver. The business trip he had been on had only lasted a couple of weeks, but it felt like months since he had been able to eat a home-cooked meal, sleep in his own bed and, most importantly, have sex with his girlfriend. The flight from Vancouver was less than three hours in duration, but he knew from experience that the flights home always seemed to be longer than the flights away. It wasn't a very busy flight, but still all three seats on his side of the aisle were taken. He had booked the window seat, just as he always did. Next to him was a striking middle-aged woman, probably about ten years older than his thirty-two years of age. She was tall with long, black hair, and appeared to be of mixed race, perhaps half Caucasian and half Latin. She was dressed in a thigh-length black skirt and either stockings or nylons, as well as a simple white blouse. The top couple of buttons on the blouse were undone, giving Martin a nice view of her impressive cleavage, the result of what appeared to be at least D-cup breasts pushed up by a quality bra. On the other side of this woman was another man. He looked to be about fifty years old or so, but his obesity could easily have made him look older than he really was. Luckily for the woman, as soon as the plane reached cruising altitude and the seatbelt lights were turned off, the rather large man took advantage of the quiet flight by moving to a seat in an unoccupied row. Martin kept waiting for the woman to move over to the aisle seat, but for some reason she stayed sitting right next to him. She put on a pair of headphones and watched the in-flight entertainment as Martin tried to focus on his book, constantly stealing glances of her full breasts. Two weeks without sex had taken its toll and his cock was swelling in his pants, wishing he could see more of her chest. He imagined what they would look like if he were to be able to undo her shirt and bra, and what they would feel like if he were able to cup them in his hands or, even better, slide his cock between them. The drink service came by soon after they had reached altitude and the raven-haired beauty had asked for water. He declined any refreshment, having been sipping at his own bottle of water since arriving at the airport a couple of hours earlier. The woman lowered her tray and placed the small plastic cup on top of it as she continued to watch the programming on the small screen. A few minutes later the woman lifted the armrest between her seat and the empty one beside her, slipping out from under the tray and standing up to use the restroom. She returned a few minutes later and slid right back under the tray to her seat. This time, however, she bumped the tray with her thighs, sending her water toppling into Martin's lap. "Oh my goodness!" she said. "I'm so sorry!" "Don't worry about it," Martin said, laughing. He wondered if he would have laughed if it wasn't such a beautiful woman who had soaked his crotch. "I'm so clumsy!" she said. "Here, let me help you." She grabbed onto the two napkins that the flight attendant had left with her and began to pat down Martin's thighs. She didn't seem to notice how intrusive her touch was as she then began to pat down his crotch as well. Martin, of course, noticed it very quickly. He was unsure as to whether or not he should say anything, but he wound up choosing not to. His cock began to swell even more, making it impossible for the woman to have not noticed. "There you go," she said. "At least it's a little bit drier." She reached out to feel his jeans. "Not bad," she said, her hand sliding up to his crotch, resting on his hard-on. "Not bad at all." Martin sat in shock as she began rubbing her hand up and down the length of his cock. She looked at him with a mischievous smile on her face for a moment, then looked around the plane. None of the attendants or passengers seemed to be paying any attention, so she reached under the seat in front of her to retrieve the blazer she had been wearing when she boarded the plane. She put the blazer in his lap and then slid her hand underneath it. She went straight for his belt, unbuckling it before deftly undoing his button and zipper. Neither of them said a word as she reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock. He let out a soft moan as she began stroking it up and down, the motion hidden only by her jacket. He truly couldn't believe what was happening. Like any man, he had fantasized countless times about fucking or even just fooling around with a woman he just met, but he had never thought he would get a chance to live one of those fantasies. Strangely, the only reason he considered having her stop had nothing to do with the fact that his girlfriend would be picking him up from Denver International Airport in a couple of hours. The reason he was uncomfortable was that he knew his cock was smaller than average and was quite embarrassed about it. She showed no sign, however, of being disappointed with his five-inch member. Truth be told, she showed no interest, either. She had put the headphones back on her ears and didn't seem to even care that she was stroking a strange man's cock as she watched the programming. Martin tried to act nonchalant as well, but was having a much harder time with that. Several passengers had walked past, but the woman had made no move to remove her hand or even slow her stroking rhythm. The only time she stopped was when the flight attendant came by to collect garbage. Even then she kept her hand under her blazer, wrapped tightly around his cock as she placed the cup and napkins into the bag that was held out to her. Martin knew that she had been rubbing his cock for a while, but he was surprised when the announcement came over the system announcing their descent into Denver. It was at this point that the woman finally took her hand off of his cock. Disappointed and yet thankful that she was done, Martin planned to let his cock soften a bit before tucking it back into his pants. He watched as the woman pulled her purse out from under the seat in front of her and removed a small bottle of lotion. She squirted a generous amount onto her right hand and then slipped her hand right back under the blazer, grabbing onto his cock once again. The lotion proved to be a wonderful lubricant, taking the handjob to a whole new level. She rubbed his cock faster and harder, obviously determined to take him over the edge. It took less than two minutes for her to achieve her objective. Martin's cock exploded, cum shooting all over her hand and her jacket. She slowed her stroking as she felt his juices ooze all over her. When he was finally done she let go and used her jacket to wipe the cum from her hand and his cock. Martin reached under the blazer and tucked his cock back into his pants just as she folded her blazer up and rested it in her own lap. They were both silent as the plane touched down and then taxied to its designated gate. A few minutes later the seatbelt sign turned off and the passengers began to collect their belongings. The plane began to clear and, just as the woman was about to walk away, she turned to face him. "Sorry about the mess," she said with a wink before joining the other passengers as they disembarked. In-flight MILF Leg Worship A little tale of a sexy older Frenchwoman gently dominating a young male passenger with her incredibly educated and muscular legs! I usually get bored on long flights, and I fly long-distance a lot in my business in the web design world. I'm lucky that way, and young enough at 25 to have the energy for it. This flight, this was different. I sat across from her, not really paying attention at first, too busy trying to snooze and/or read on the half-empty flight from Europe to notice. But I did notice. She was to my right, one row up, in the window seat, stretching herself out to relax. I didn't really pay note at first. Then the sun set and her reading light came on. She was French, probably 50, maybe a bit older, with short, straggly brown hair with a hint of red. She was gorgeous, with flashing dark eyes and a decent-enough body from what I could tell in her baggy clothing. I'd heard her speaking earlier to her husband, who sat in front of me, across the aisle from her, relaxing himself, each with a row of three seats to themselves. When she snapped on her light and lay back, it was then I noticed her legs. She wore baggy dark green slacks that were mid-calf in length, and below that dark wool socks and clunky shoe-sandals. Her calves and shins were milky white and very muscular. She crossed them as she read, rotating her locked feet, and the big balls of rocky meat flexed and rolled sexily. Flying always makes me horny, for some reason, and this sexy older woman was making me crazy. The sight of those creamy smooth and stone-hard calves rippling above her socks was making my dick hard. I couldn't take my eyes off them. I didn't notice her noticing right away, my eyes riveted to her flexing calves and all, but when I did, she smiled at me. I looked away and when I looked back, she curled a finger at me. I balked, looking ahead of me, trying to see if her husband saw. He was smiling at me through the seats. "Nicole wishes to see you," he said in accented English. "It ees OK. I like you to go sit with Nicole, please." "Re...really?" I asked tentatively. He smiled, nodding with his head toward her. I slowly got up and walked to her row. She stood, smiling, moving to the aisle, pointing to her window seat. I shrugged and sat. She leaned over, whispered to her husband. They laughed, kissed. She sat in the aisle seat, legs crossed, pants riding up her sexy socked shins. "You like my legs, monsieur?" she giggled, swishing her hair out of the way. "You like the muscles in mon calves?" "Uh ... yes, yes," I stuttered. "They're...very...sexy, Nicole, very sexy..." "They are tres strong, mon calves, no, you like to see how?" she growled seductively. "How strong they are, how magnifique, and what they can do?" "God, yes," I heard myself saying, staring at the pale shins before me as she slowly swiveled in her seat, showing me more of them, pulling her feet up under her, her pant legs rising higher on her smooth calves. She smiled and turned to me, lifting her legs, putting one calf behind my neck and fitting the other into my throat, lifting my curious face to do it. She crossed her feet and with a sexy smile on her face, scissored my throat in her steely calves, the big, rugged balls of muscle flexing on me, hurting my neck in back, closing my windpipe in front. It hurt like hell, her calves choking the air from me, but making me insanely horny as it did. My hands groped the legs throttling me, my fingers trembling against the silky smooth skin and pulsating muscle beneath. I looked at her sidelong, and her eyes were sultry and warm, lids half closed over them as she focused her leggy domination, biting her lower lip as she none-too-gently throbbed her scissoring calves on my throat. To the side, past her, I peripherally saw her husband, who watched, his little cock out of his pants, stroking it. This was one fucked-up couple I thought, my head aching from the lack of oxygen to my brain caused by Nicole's crushing calves. But I couldn't get enough. My pawing of her calves turned to caressing as she continued to control me with her lithe lower legs, my own dick hard as stone in my pants. "My calves, the could keel you, no?" she hissed in sexy accent. "My calves, they muscular, big, strong! Feel them, monsieur, feel the muscles, feel my socks!" I groaned and cupped them in my hands, feeling the smooth flesh and the hardness beneath, feeling her sexy thick socks, feeling the power and seeing her eyes flash at me. She leaned one hand down and palmed my hard cock. She smiled. "Toujours," she hummed in French, saying 'always' with satisfaction as she throbbed her meaty calves into my collapsing throat, apparently always getting this response in men she dominates in her beautiful, middle-aged legs. "Toujours ... " "Take it out," she hissed after a moment more of nearly decapitating me in her powerful French legs. "Take your cock out now! Rapidement! Allez!" I obeyed, hurriedly unzipping my pants and pulling out my Rock-hard dick, my hands quickly returning to her calves, which now squeezed harder. She smiled as she looked down at it, then at her husband, then back to me. "Mon ciseaux, magnifique, no?" she growled, dropping her legs from my neck to my cock in one fluid motion, scissoring it magnificently in their meaty, muscled grasp. "You like my see-zors now, monsieur? You like them see-zorring your cock?!" I did, madly humping up and down, watching in amazement as the milk-white flesh of her lower legs folded in sexy wrinkles around my thrusting cock, lubed by the constant ooze of precum from my overexcited dick. She smiled, hands behind her head, watching me and laughing, looking back at her husband who was pumping his cock as he watched her pump mine. "Fuck...fuck, Nicole, fuck...your calves or like velvet, Christ, they feel so good!" I groaned, watching the muscles of them envelop my did. "You're gonna...make me...cum..." It didn't take long. The silky grip of her powerful calves was like a muscular cunt on my dick and she knew the end was near. Now she slowed my thrusts and popped my wet cockhead in the thickest part of her socked calves, vibrating the muscle, the quivering of her flesh bringing me to the edge quickly, "Let my calves do the work!" she giggled, quaking the fleshy meat on my dick, working them back and forth and up and down, the interiors of them slick with my precum and gleaming in the overhead light. Her calves were red hot and rock hard, yet the inside of them that clutched my anxious cock was soft as butter, the meat, the muscle in flexing, quaking motion as she jerked me off in them. I grunted and tried not to scream and jetted the biggest load of my life into her clamped calf meat, coating them, lubing them wetly and making it easier to fuck them. She kept the scissor grip on my cock throughout, twisting them, quivering them, gyrating them until I went limp and sat back, sweaty and exhausted and completely spent. I looked down; a thin line of my cum oozed up from her tightly clenched shins, lining it from knee to sock. My cock shrunk and popped out the bottom of her calves. She opened them and giant gobs of steaming spunk clung to the meat of her muscular lower legs. Her eyes flashed and she smiled broadly, proud of her work. "Very nice, very nice, tres bien, bien," she cooed. She took one finger and scooped some of my cum from her calves,sucking it into her mouth. And orgasming as she did, quietly, clenching her thighs and grinding as she cleansed her calves of cum with her fingers, eating it all. I looked over; her husband's cock was hard in his hands, his face a mask of anticipation. She slipped one palm over the slick interiors of her magical calves, holding it up before me, smiling with a pearly smear of my sperm on her beautiful lips, the corners of her mouth puckered by sexy age lines. She moved the palm to my face and with my cock still hard in my lap, found myself doing something I'd never thought of doing: I licked that palm, long and slow, tasting my cum, coating my tongue with it, amazed that I did. She giggled and leaned to me, smiling, framing my face in her hands and kissing me gently at first, then more urgently, both of us tasting me on tongues and lips. "Merci, monsieur," she said. "You may return to your seat now." I smiled weakly, zipping myself back up and climbing over her to return to my seat. She got up and went to her husband's row, shutting off the light. From my seat, I saw her still-moist calves come up, to his mouth, and her his insistent lapping, moaning as he did. Moments later, I heard his choked words come from a throat I knew were strapped by his wife's brutally sexy calves and soon after, the sloppy stroking of them on his cock. I dozed off, smiling as I slept, hoping it wasn't all a dream... In-Flight Movie So, there I was: 20, unemployed, still living at home, nowhere near a degree of any kind, and broken hearted. It had been six months since the demise of my first serious relationship, and thoughts of William still haunted. Sure, he had been twice my age, but it he was good to me. I loved him more than I'd ever loved any man, and he'd given me more pleasure during our first kiss than I'd ever found in being inexpertly humped by some drunken frat boy in the back of an SUV. I needed to get away. BADLY. So I made plans to stay with relatives on the east coast for a few days. Perfect time to clear my head I thought. So, no drinking, no smoking, and no thinking about William. I can do this. With forty minutes left until my flight to Vermont, I wandered in to a small bookshop. Immediately, my eyes fell on the 'Erotica' section, causing me to unintentionally blush and look away in shame. Then I thought, Hey, I'm a grown woman, I can look if I please. It'll be good for a laugh. About an hour later, I was squared away in my tiny window seat with a copy of a lurid, Gothic bodice ripper. Like some horny, sixteen year old boy with his first 'Playboy,' I tucked myself as far away from the other passengers as I could get. Thoroughly engrossed in the pages of the tawdry fantasy, my mind began to picture myself: corseted, curled, and enslaved to a dark master. I turned the page and then... I tipped my head up, but only slightly, taking care not to meet his eyes. Sitting on a four-poster bed, clad in breeches and a loose shirt was William. My mouth watered at the very sight of him, tall and broad with gleaming dark skin. I was positioned in front of him on my hands and knees, my full breasts subject to gravity as the hung over the edge of the waist cincher tightly fastened around my mid section. Aside from the small corset, I was completely nude, my thick black hair fastened in ringlets at the nape of my neck. 'Come to me.' His words were quiet, but there was no doubt of their authority. I crawled across the cold stone floor and lifted myself to a kneeling position, my knees spread. He lifted my chin and leaned in, exploring my mouth with his. I had to fight the urge to touch him, so clasp his strong body to mine. Every part of my body tingled, electric currents seemed to travel from my breasts, to my caramel colored nipples, to the deepest core of my pussy. I clasped my hands against my thighs to keep from exploring the sensations, knowing full well it was up to him to tell me when and what I could feel. He released my mouth and began to let his wide hands roam over my chest. His long fingers teasingly traced the folds and lines of my D-cups, then quickly found my nipples, twisting them painfully. I bit my lip to restrain my shriek of sweet and sour pleasure. My self-control seemed to please him. 'Undress me.' I moved to stand, but felt him push me back to the ground, and I cringed at my obvious mistake. I was a slave, and I was always to stay on my hands and knees. Fear and lust mixed in my heart as I knew this would cost me. 'That was stupid, Belle. You're not a stupid girl, are you?' 'No sir,' I whispered fearfully. 'Your mistakes have consequences, Belle. It hurts me more than it hurts you, you know.' 'Yes sir.' With that, he pulled me from the ground and stretched me across his lap. I could feel his arousal press me through his trousers, and felt myself grow wet with excitement and anticipation. He briefly brushed my hair off of my neck, tracing the tattoo of his initials the marked the nape of my neck. Without warning, his heavy hand landing a resounding smack on my unprepared bottom. I cried out in surprise, knowing this would only add to my punishments. He continued to spank me, stopping intermittently to caress the red marks that stood out starkly against my white skin. I bit my lip to restrain my cries, the rough fabric of his breeches rubbing pleasurably against my breasts as I rocked with his blows. He began to alternate between my thighs and my ass, varying the severity so I was never prepared for what he'd give me next. I was near tears and near cumming, gulping for air to sustain me through the intensity of my pleasure. When he was done, he leaned in and kissed the marks he had left, finishing with his imprint on my neck. 'You are mine forever, Belle.' 'Yes sir,' I whimpered painfully, my mind still spinning. William spread my sore thighs, teasing my exposed slit with two casual fingers. Pushing them into me, he spread me wide and touched my core, making me cry out and greedily buck my hips against him. 'Every part of you belongs to me, doesn't it, Belle?' 'Oh, yes, sir,' I breathed, grasping the covers of the bed for traction. 'Good girl,' he smiled, as he began to... ...shake me. The man in the seat next to me was shaking me. 'Ma'am, are you all right? You look a little flushed,' he twanged, making me suddenly aware of my surroundings. I was out of breath, shamefully wet and God knows what else....in public no less! I smiled at him as I quickly hid the novel away from his sight. 'Fine, thanks. Just a little, um, tired. Didn't sleep much last night,' I fumbled, smiling at the handsome, concerned southern gentleman next to me. I had the sudden, insane urge to ask him to kiss me. 'I'd nap if I was you. The movie's gonna be crap and there's no free food anymore.' 'Right, thanks.' I curled myself as best I could against the window, burning with embarrassment. I closed my eyes against my thoughts as..... I pulled him into his bedroom, pinning him on his bed. I straddled his bare torso, naked beneath my skirt so he could feel my physical desire pulse against his unguarded skin. He reached to pull me down to him, but I pressed his arms into the blankets. 'Wha...' I shook my head, signaling for him to be silent. He laughed slightly, keeping his arms obediently still as I began to explore his body at a slow, teasing speed designed to drive him insane. He had no idea what I had in store for him....I certainly wasn't going to let him get away with breaking my heart. He needed to learn the pain of waiting for something you want more than anything... I began to trace the lines of the tribal tattoos on his biceps, first with my fingers, than with my tongue. I tickled him slightly as I nuzzled into his neck, finding the sensitive spot just behind his ear and worked it as I ground my hips into his abdomen. His surprised gasp of pleasure caused my wetness to spread down my thighs. I felt his hands rise up to caress my hair, and I abruptly stopped, viciously restraining him. 'Bu...' 'No!' I cried. 'No talking, and no touching me. You do nothing unless I say so, do you understand?' Surprised at my outburst, he merely nodded. I grinned, licking my lips gazing at his body and licking my lips. He was finally mine, all mine. I dragged my nails in light circles over his chest as I bit playfully at his nipples, flicking my tongue over the hardening flesh. He moaned plaintively at me when I stopped, craning up to see me as I slunk down the length of his body. I pushed him down silently, as I searched through the pockets of his jeans, fishing out his box of mints. Popping one in my mouth, I quickly divested him of all his clothes, freeing his thick, straining erection. The sight of his engorged flesh was too much for me, I ravenously wrapped my mouth around the head, letting him feel the cold of the mint mixed with the heat of tongue. He groaned, raising his hips up, straining to push himself further into my mouth. I pressed his hips down, reaffirming my control over him. I let the full length of his cock between my lips ever so slowly, listening as his moans of pleasure bordered on pain. I curled my tongue against the underside of his shaft, rubbing it along the sensitive skin as I played with his heavy balls. As I gripped the base of his member, I felt how close he was to cumming. Smiling cruelly, I stopped. Everything. Completely. I stretched out next to him on the bed and let him get his bearings. 'What...the...fuck...' 'You want me, William?' I asked coyly. He tried to grab for me, but I dodged him, smirking. 'Do you need me, William?' I persisted. He groaned in pain, collapsing back against the pillows. 'Yes,' he barely whispered, looking up at me imploringly as I positioned myself over him. 'Prove it.' In one quick movement, I was pinioned against the bed as his thick manhood found its way inside of me. An unabashed cry rose from my throat as he thrust violently into me, his scrotum slapping against my ass as I pistoned my hips to meet him. His mouth attached to my neck, his hot breath making every nerve in my body sing. I screamed like a wild woman, crying 'Please, please, oh please.' My ripe, juicy cunt squeezed around him as he pumped in and out of me mercilessly. His heavy hands pressed into my small wrists, stretching my body out against him. I arched my back and felt the delicious friction of my hard nipples meeting his. 'Fuck me, William, oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum, please, baby, please...' Smirking down at me, he pressed me down harder and slowed, barely moving his hardness inside of me. I whimpered. 'Don't do that, William.' 'Don't do what, Belle?' 'Please...' 'Please what, Belle?' I gritted my teeth, marveling at how quickly I had lost control. I guess it was what they called 'karma.' I couldn't, I wouldn't let him make me say it... Just then, he moved himself sharply within me, making my sensitive pussy cry out as I did. Screw pride, screw dignity, screw control. I needed him to fuck me more than I needed air. 'Please, let me cum, please William, let me cum...' Without a word, he plunged himself in me with renewed vigor as I heard myself calling out his name. He buried himself inside of me, climaxing deep within my cunt. His heavy weight pressed against me as he shuddered with his release... I woke from my sleep with a cry, again forgetting where I was. The gentleman next to me looked up from his magazine. 'Bad dream?' He asked. I shrugged. 'I....I don't remember.' I quickly turned back over and let my mind wander once again... In-flight Relaxtion It had started innocently enough. Angela had somehow managed to end up in the window seat next to Richard & Joanna. They were, married in their early thirties, Angela was single and in her late twenties. Being a four hour plane trip Angela was forever shifting around on her seat, no doubt she thought, disturbing Joanna next to her. She was right, she was disturbing Joanna. Joanna leaned over to her and whispered to her "Do you find long flights unsettling as I do?" Startled because she was starting to drift off to sleep Angela turned to Joanna and replied "Yes. I'm the sort of person who can't sit still for very long. I wish I could though". "I know of a way. Rather simple really." said Joanna. "Oh? Do tell. I'll gladly do anything to settle down" "Anything?" said Joanna as she raised an eyebrow "Yep" Leaning across Joanna whispered into Angela's ear "Then come into the toilet with me and let me help you relax" A smile spread across her face as she heard Joanna's words, nearly leaping out of her seat Angela rushed Joanna out of hers as they both headed to the tiny cubicle, Joanna stopping to give her husband a soft kiss as he watched them, then shaking his head, knowing what was about to happen because Joanna had told him earlier how much she wanted Angela as soon as she set eyes on her. Slipping into the tiny cubicle before Joanna, Angela closed the door behind her without locking it as Joanna waited a few moments outside so as to not arouse suspicion, then when no one was looking she slipped into the tiny cubicle and quickly shut the door ... sitting on the small toilet in front of her was Angela, her skirt pulled up above her waist, her panties on the floor ... and her finger slowly moving in and out of her pussy as she motioned Joanna closer. Getting down on her knees in front of her, Joanna reached out and took Angela's finger from her pussy and gently sucked her finger clean, then replaced Angela's finger with her own as she gently slid a finger in and out of Angela's pussy. Finger fucking her slowly as Angela's pussy became more responsive and she could feel Angela's juices on her finger, juices she just had to taste. Moving closer on her knees and lowering her head between Angela's legs ... Joanna's tongue reached out and gently stroked up and down Angela's slit ... sending a wave of pleasure crashing through Angela ... making her nearly cum that instant. Teasingly Joanna pulls her tongue away and slides a second finger into her ... feeling Angela tighten her pussy around Joanna's fingers as Joanna herself reaches down between her legs, pulling her skirt up and slipping her own fingers into her panties and rubbing her pussy. Looking down and watching Joanna doing all those wonderful things too her, Angela lets out soft quiet moans as she squirms against Joanna's hand. Opening her blouse and sliding her hand in and rubbing her breasts ... watching as Joanna's hand travels beneath her skirt, wishing that was her hand so she can return the favor for what Joanna is doing for her. Lowering her face between Angela's legs again and tonguing Angela's pussy harder, wanting to send her young lover into ecstasy as she pulls her fingers from Angela's pussy and spreads her lips ... pressing her tongue into her and hearing her let out a soft moan as Joanna's other fingers slip in and out of her own pussy ... driving her to her own edge of ecstasy. Slowly running her fingers through Joanna's hair as Angela fights to keep her moans quiet ... pulling Joanna's face closer to her body ... feeling her tongue slip in and out of her pussy as she pushes against her face ... gasping and biting her lip as her entire body quivers as the wave of pleasure her washes over her body and sends her into ecstasy ... making her explode into a powerful orgasm as Joanna's tongue works to reap the benefits of it's work ... Joanna herself stiffeling her moans as she drives herself over the edge and into her own powerful orgasm as her pussy explodes around her hand. Looking up at Angela ... they smile at each other. Joanna stands up and gives Angela a soft kiss ... letting her taste her own juices on Joanna's lips then letting Angela lick her hand clean of Joanna's juices. Whispering to her Angela "You stay here and compose yourself hun. I'll meat you back at the seats" Smiling at her as she manages to whisper a "Thank you" as Joanna disappears out the door of the small cubicle. Angela sits there while she comes down from her high before she gets dressed and heads back to her seat. Closing the door and leaving Angela behind her, Joanna ducks back to her seat and her husband. Giving him a long kiss and letting him share in the taste of Angela as he welcomes her back. "I'd like to ask her if she can join us when we get off the plane. Do you mind hun?" "Jo sweetie, you're asking a man if he'd turn down the company of two very beautiful young ladies." Joanne laughs softly, "Yeah. Silly question I guess. Here she comes, I’ll ask her." As she lets Angela squeeze past her to get to her seat, Joanna gently pinches Angela on the ass. "Welcome back sweetie" "You have a wonderful relaxation technique you know" Angela tells Joanna as she flashes her a cheeky grin "Well hun, if you'd like, I could show you another technique when we get off this plane, but I need Richards help with it" Looking over at Richard as Angela reply’s "Really? Well I like the sound of this technique too." "Oh then it will be our pleasure sweetie" replies Joanna giving her a soft kiss, "now get some rest. I'll wake you when we're getting ready to land" Shifting in her seat to get comfortable ... her eyes slowly closing ... a smile spreading across her face "Thank you" replies Angela as she slips off to sleep and the wonderful thought of the not so distant future. In-flight Service I approach your row in my Stewardess uniform; a short tight, navy pencil skirt, crisp low cut white blouse, navy necktie, flesh coloured stockings and patent stilettos, slick blonde hair pinned back in a bun. My sexy red lips smile, noticing you, a very handsome foreigner, alone in his row. I reach up opposite you to the storage area above the seats. I deliberately stick my firm ass out and stretch my leg in your direction behind me as I rearrange things and close it shut. I turn to you just in time, to see your eyes roving up my thighs. It is late, many passengers are sleeping and the cabin lights are dim. "Excuse me, Sir," I whisper, with a coy smile again. My hand rests on the seat above your head. You catch my perfume, my scent. I reach up above you to check the next storage compartment, my skirt riding up so you can see the lacey tops of my stockings, and attached suspender belt clips. "I might just shut the window shade for you, if that's okay." "No, that's fine. Go right ahead," you encourage me. I bend over in front of you, reaching across, my rounded backside above your lap, and pull the shade down. I slowly rock backwards as if to stand, giving you an eyeful of sexy cleavage down the V of my blouse. The top of my lacey bra is on display for you. "Can I do anything for you, Sir?" "Yes, please. I would like inflight entertainment package number 3." "With me, Sir? Or another Stewardess?" "No, I want you. Now drop to your knees, doll." "Yes sir. I am all yours for awhile." I press a button on the seat to inform the head Stewardess that I am engaged for the moment, busy servicing a customer. I remove the pins from my hair and it falls out around my shoulders. I shake it out. I grab your collar and pull you close, to kiss you on the lips. Your tongue works it's way into my mouth. I suck on it hungrily. I unbutton your shirt, and kiss down your chest as I go. Your hand snakes its way into my blouse and gropes my tit, until I am out of your reach. I am now kneeling in front of you. I unzip your pants, and take out your hardening cock. I look over to the seats on the other side of the aisle. There is a man watching, eagerly stroking himself. Your fingers touch my lips, and my mouth opens in response. You pull my head down, and my mouth engulfs you. I moan as I fellate you, sucking your balls into my mouth, licking your cock, sucking the juice from it... so much pre- cum that I swallow down. My head is bobbing away with enthusiasm. You gather my hair and hold it in a ponytail, turning my head on the side, so the watching man gets a good look at my bulging cheek. My mouth is full with your cock. He slowly shakes his head in disbelief, mouth agape. "Oh fuck. Get up, take off your skirt and sit on my lap", you demand. I do as I am told, and begin to unbutton my blouse. I unclasp the bra between my breasts, and bury your face between my tits. You run your hands up and down my stockinged thighs, and then grip my ass hard pulling my hips hard against your cock. You reach down and roughly pull my panties to the side. "Open yourself for me." My hands reach down and open my lips for you. You suck on my neck as you thrust up into me. I groan seductively. You keep ramming up into me. I hold onto your shoulders. The man undoes his seatbelt, and comes and stands in the aisle to get a better view. "I got the voyeur package. Turn her around and fuck her the other way," he commands you. I swivel on your cock, as you twist my waist. "Stand up!" I continue to please my passengers. I stand up, and the man grabs my thigh, placing my heeled foot up on the armrest. You bend me slightly, and work your dick in from behind. You are giving it to me doggie style. His eyes watch us lustfully. I start to come. "Oh, your cock feels s-o-o-o good inside me. Yes. Fucking great..." You step up the pace, giving it to me like an animal on heat, groping at my breasts, and I'm worried our grunts are waking people in the surrounding rows. You shoot your load deep inside me. When you sit back down, I am buttoning up my blouse, and pulling on my skirt. You smile, knowing that our little session will improve your frequent fucker points... I mean, frequent flyer points...