Almost as if he could read her mind, he spoke again.
"Take off your panties. Slowly, just slide them down off your ass and pussy. They don't need to come all the way off. Try to look as if you are just rearranging yourself. That's it... Mmmmmmmm good girl."
He then put his mouth directly on her ear, she could feel the warm moisture of his breath. "I can tell that you are ready for my fingers to be inside you. Do you know how? Because I can smell you from here, that is how turned on I have gotten you. Do you think the other passengers know? Do you think the man behind you, in 2a can smell you, smell what is dripping out of your pussy, right now, probably running onto the seat. Do you think that he has an erection? Maybe he knows what we are doing, wishes to god that he could be doing the same thing, wishes his fingers were inside you. I bet he would love to join the fun.
He went on, teasing her, instructing her. "Raise your ass off the seat for me, love, just a bit, so that I can get my hand underneath you. Yes, just like that."
His hand went immediately to her pussy and found her soaking wet. His fingers slid inside her, so easily, first two, then three. Marie would have been embarrassed that she was so wet, so slick, but she was too intent on not crying out, on not raising her hips.
Tony continued, torturing her, "All of the men know what I am doing to you, they all know that my fingers are in your pussy right now and that you are just dying to be fucked. They are all probably hoping that I do stop because then they would have a chance, a turn to take you into the bathroom and shove their big, hard cocks up your wet pussy. Does that excite you? The thought of not just me, but others around us, fucking you as well? Do you like the thought of me sharing you with other men?"
"Answer me! I asked you a question," he demanded.
She nodded, yes. She felt ashamed but so much more excited than she could ever remember being. This man, this stranger, this person she had met just hours before...someone who knew nothing about her, knew so much about her, her fantasies, what she thought about when she was alone at night, when her fingers found their way to her cunt, when the pressure was too much and she had to relieve herself, without a man. These were her thoughts. How did he know these things? How did he know that she always dreamed of being controlled, of being used, of being fucked by men she didn't know and didn't care to know? She almost came on his fingers, right there, his hot breath in her ear, this man with his authoritative tone, describing her every fantasy back to her.
He must have sensed this, he must have felt the muscles inside pussy begin to tense and shudder because he suddenly stopped, his fingers ceased working their magic, and he said, "Not so fast, love, we haven't even joined the club yet."
She tried to breathe through her disappointment, tried to regulate her breathing and her heartbeat again.
"Stroke my cock," Tony said.
"Are you crazy," she answered, opening her eyes, and looking at him, then she realized that she had spoken, she had broken the rules.
It was too late. She saw the flash of anger in his eyes. He looked around before he grabbed her by the throat this time, making her face him, placing his mouth next to her ear. He whispered into her ear, harshly and very sternly. "What you deserve and what you are getting are two very different things. If we were anywhere else, you would be over my knee getting a spanking that you would not forget for many days. Every time you sat down, you would be reminded of something which you cannot seem to remember for three minutes up here in the air. You would have no trouble recalling your infraction every time you sat down - and occasionally when you moved just so. Your ass would be so red that it would be difficult for me not to fuck you right then and there. It is also your birthday and knowing that this is your first time being dominated, I am giving you some leeway. I will not be nearly so kind next time. It is sad that this has not happened sooner to you. Your body obviously responds to it, your mind appreciates it, you are too bright and too curious to have made it this far in life without someone caring more about you. You have deserved better than what you have been getting. You deserve the attention, the care, the protection that only a dominant can give his submissive, but I will save that discussion for another time."
Tony continued: "Right now, right here, you are going to stroke my cock. You are going to stroke my balls. Do not worry about getting caught. I have that covered. It is up to me, your protector, your guardian, to make sure that you are safe. Can you trust me? Will you trust me? Nod yes or no."
She nodded yes. He did not yet release his hold on her throat.
"And, I want you to think about something, after this is all over and I have given you what you wanted. I want you to ask yourself if you really have ever trusted anyone? Have you ever really trusted a man to protect you, to take care of you? Now, Marie, you may begin."
He let go of her rather roughly, but she had to admit that she had never, ever been so turned on in her life. She was ready to stroke his cock, suck it, and fuck it. She was ready to let this man take her, here or anywhere else. God, she was so hot, so wet. She couldn't recall ever feeling this sexy, this alive.
She believed, at that moment, that she could and would do whatever this man, this man in 1b, told her to do. Clearly, she had lost her mind up here in the clouds. She reached over, under the blankets and began to stroke his cock. It wasn't easy through his jeans, but she could tell that he was well-endowed, thank god. She could tell as it curved around and down his leg a bit.
"Take it out."
She unfastened his belt buckle, slowly, watching his face. She was enjoying this. Here, she was, back in charge. As with any man, you hold their cock and you have their full, undivided attention. So simple, really. She slowly, painfully and much more deliberately than she needed to, unbuttoned his jeans and began to unzip his pants.
"Je-sus! We haven't got all night," he said, angrily, knowing that she was trying to take back the reins.
He reached down and freed his cock from his jeans, and it popped out and straight up. While she was pleased to see what she had to work with, he had the power again. He had a beautiful cock and she looked forward to doing with it, whatever he instructed, however he instructed.
She began to stroke it, squeezing gently as she worked her way up to the head, guiding her hand around it, twisting, trying to create different sensations, to arouse him. Marie used her hand to form a bit of a vacuum seal around it, pushing down on the base, causing it to stand straight up. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She could imagine what the blanket must look like - like a man was getting a hand job from the woman next to him, pretty simple.
She ran it the length, from the base to the head, tightening it as she went up, and this elicited the first real, physical response from him. She could feel him trying to suppress his natural reactions. His face looked almost as if he were in pain. She finally had to open her eyes long enough to just glance around. She looked over at 1c (only to find him watching her, intently, out of the corner of his eye). She figured it was time to put on a bit of a show for him. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked it - from the palm to the tips of her fingers. She then produced as much saliva as she could, flattened out her tongue, and repeated this process twice more. The last time, she realized Tony had opened one eye, wondering where her hand was, why it was not stroking away - and he was smiling at her He was pleased and she was awash in joy.
It was amazing to her how much this pleased her, how much his pleasure, pleased her. She slid her hand back under the blanket and began to really give him a proper hand job. Both of them lying there, with the blankets on, pretending to be asleep with this movement, quite clearly going on under the blanket. It was almost laughable.
Their very nice and very gay, flight attendant, Tyler, came over to ask if they wanted anything else to drink. Tony smiled and answered,
"Not now, Tyler, thanks but go away."
"Look, you two, I sympathize with what you are doing, I really do. I have been there myself. But I can't let you sit out here and fool around like this. You are getting too many stares and giggles." Marie started to blush.
"Don't be embarrassed. You are hardly the first, nor will you be the last to do this. It happens often enough. I just can't let you continue to do it so obviously. I have had a comment or two from a row back. Look, there are four bathrooms in the back, if you want to take a 'stab' at it - pun intended. Most of the back cabin is asleep and I know that the rest rooms are just being cleaned now. Try the last one on the right. It is the largest one on the plane."
Marie still could not bring herself to open her eyes, and she had stopped stroking Tonys cock when Tyler had begun speaking to them.
"Thank you, Tyler, and please send our apologies and a drink to whomever complained. Better yet, make it two drinks," said Tony.
"Consider it done," said Tyler. "And here is a large pillow for your lap - until the restroom is clean. Should be about another five minutes."
As soon as Tyler left them, Tony spoke to Marie firmly." Excuse me, but I don't remember giving you permission to stop stroking my cock? Have you even touched my balls yet? I don't think so."
