Piece Of Meat In Seat 38D

Just a fun little story I wanted to share. Still working on some lengthier submissions, but I've been pretty busy lately. Hope you enjoy!

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Ella shifted in her aisle seat uncomfortably. It had been a long flight and there were still a couple hours left. On her right sat two hefty middle aged men, snoring obnoxiously or chewing on snacks with their mouths open, their pudge and arms spilling over into her seat.

She had tried sleeping, listening to music, even reading, but nothing caught her attention and the flight was dragging on so slow. She sighed, wishing she was in New York already.

She thought about Mark, who had confessed his love before she'd left and would be expecting to see her. He was kind, but a boy. She was 26, she was a lawyer who spent her time divided between two continents, she didn't have the time or energy to be mothering some twenty something year old manchild.

She thought about Jeremy, and the fight they'd had in London. He'd yelled, made accusations, cajoled and whined, then called afterwards to apologize. He was a train wreck, a drunk, he was fun to be around at first, but now that he'd set his eyes on her, he was reckless and unstable.

And all the acquaintances, coworkers, the men she met at bars, they were kind, or intelligent, or funny, or nothing at all, but never all three. She'd roll her eyes, accept the drink and the awkward conversation that came along with it, but she'd never felt entirely satisfied, at least not enough to bring any of them home.

How long had it been since she'd brought a man home? Not since Allen, and that was over a year and a half ago, maybe two. She rolled her eyes, groaning inwardly at her sexually empty life. True, she was the up and coming star at her firm, true, she was a bombshell of a woman, 5'6, long flowy brunette hair, she kept herself in shape with a nice little ass and perky tits, she was educated and independent and she was anything but boring, and yet, she was unsatisfied

She sighed, standing up to to go to the bathroom, and the mere act of stretching her legs felt amazing. She was wearing yoga pants that clung to her flesh tightly, albeit comfortably, and a black tank top, tight enough and with built in support so she could forgo a bra, fuzzy little slip on boots, her favorite outfit to travel in.

She made her way to the front of the jet, large and filled with people, some sleeping, some talking quietly, reading, watching shows on their tablets. Her ass jiggled and bounced as she walked, earning her quite a few stares and glances.

The bathroom was surprisingly located around an empty corner instead of in the hallway, the attendants seemingly invisible or on the other end of the plane.

She opened it up and closed it, forgetting to lock it behind her, slipped down her pants and panties, and took a long, enjoyable piss.

"Oh god," She whispered, smiling to herself, then she stood up, cleaned herself up, and turned to the sink to wash her hands.

When she was through, she turned back to the toilet to locate the flush button, searching in vain before a strange noise confused her and she felt someone grabbing her and pulling her back as the door closed, a tight hand gripping her lips.

"Keep quiet or I swear to god you'll regret it," a rough voice whispered in her ear.

"Mmm!" She whimpered, finally realizing what was happening. She heard the man reach behind and lock the bathroom door, as she had been too distracted to do, then he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them behind her back.

She turned to get a look at him in the mirror but he forced her head to look in the other direction.

"None of that, understand?" He told her.

"Ok! Ok!" She replied, tears streaming down her face.

How could this be happening? How could she be in such a situation, here of all places?

Some primal instinct kicked in and she flailed, but he held her tightly, her struggles no match for his brute strength.

"Enough of that," He demanded, sinking his teeth into her neck with such ferocity that she squealed against his hand, her eyes rolling back and her heart beating.

What was happening? What was her body doing? Fear rushed away and was replaced by excitement.

"Now then, one more peep out of you, one more attempt to fight, and it's over for you, get it?"

She sobbed, nodding her head up and down, and the hands let go of her face and arms, reaching down and pulling her shirt up. She lifted her hands, ready to submit, to get it over with, and he bent her forward, pulling the shirt up only enough to bind her arms together over her head, leaving it covering her face, blindfolding her.

"Mmm, what a good little girl," He smiled, reaching around and squeezing her nipples as she held herself up with her hands against the wall.

"No! Please!" She whispered, quivering at his touch, but her nipples hardened and she gasped, her breath quickening.

"Fuck!" She squealed, whimpering as he groped her, pinching her nipples and breathing heavily behind her.

"You've got some nice tits," He whispered, then his hands lowered, down her belly and to her inner thighs, rubbing against her pussy.

"Jesus Christ," He laughed, "You're so fucking wet I can feel it through your pants!"

Ella whimpered, squealing a little while she tried to clench her legs together, huffing and puffing, almost crying out of frustration.

"Spread those legs again!" He demanded, spanking her, and she shifted them a little further apart.

"You're fucking enjoying every second of this! Aren't you?" He asked, rubbing her pussy again, his rough touch grazing her clit as she moaned.

"No!" She whimpered, her knees buckling with excitement, her breath quick and frantic.

"Don't fucking lie to me," He laughed, spanking her again, and she quivered, biting her lip.

"Ok! Ok! Fuck! Yes!" She squealed, closing her eyes, her tears pouring down. "Yes! Fuck!"

The stranger behind her laughed a little, then slowly lowered her pants, exposing her well rounded ass for him, her little pink panties. He groped her, reaching underneath her and fingering her pussy.

She could hear the wet sounds of his fingers penetrating her, her pussy tensing up and gripping him inside her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she shivered, wondering how long he would tease her like this.

"Fuck, you're one dirty little whore, aren't you?" He asked, and she shook her head.

"No!" She gasped, suddenly hearing the loud smack of his hand against her ass and shaking from the pain.

"Tell the fucking truth!" He insisted, spanking her again.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck, I'm a whore! God Damn it!" She moaned, unable to fight it anymore. "Please, just give me your cock! God I want you to fuck me!"

She heard him laughing quietly, fingering her wet pussy, then his fingers pulled out and he grabbed her panties, ripping them apart.

"Open your mouth," He whispered, and she felt his hand reaching up inside her shirt and forcing her soaking wet panties in her mouth. She whimpered, tasting her juices on her new makeshift gag.

"That should keep you quiet," He told her, reaching between her legs and rubbing her clit.

Ella could feel her own juices dripping down her legs now as the strange man behind her forcibly thrusted two fingers inside her, over and over again. Her knees buckled and her head swam with excitement. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, her breath quickening until she couldn't fight it any longer.

"Umf! Umf!" She whimpered, her pussy contracting and her body shivering, almost giving up and falling down while she came, sticking her ass up to meet his touch.

"Fuck, you just came, didn't you?" He laughed, pulling his fingers out and wiping her juices along her back.

"Mhm!" She squealed, pressing her ass against his crotch, rubbing it from side to side.

"You're a hungry little cock whore, arent you?"

"Mhm! Mhm!" She whimpered, feeling his hard cock through his pants.

"I'm going to have fun fucking that wet little pussy," He laughed, and as she heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, something brought her back to reality.

"Mmm! Mmm!" She gasped, and he reached up, pulling her panties out of her mouth. "Please! Wear a condom!" She begged, and he laughed, smacking her ass with his cock.

"Ha! Fuck that, I'm going to fill your pussy with cum, and you're going to love it, aren't you?" He whispered, and she squealed, trying to pull away from his grip.

"No! No! You can't! I'm not on birth control!" She gasped, shaking her head, but he reached back up and shoved her panties in her mouth, then grabbed her ass and pulled it back against his crotch.

"Sounds like a personal problem to me," He laughed, groping her, then spitting in his hand and lubing up his cock.

She felt his cock pressing against her pussy lips and she squirmed, whimpering and struggling, but there was nothing she could do. He penetrated her and she groaned as his cock stretched her pussy.

Had it been that long since she'd been fucked? Or was his cock truly that thick? Whatever the case, she could barely take the pain of of him slowly pushing his cock inside her. She held her breath, huffing and panting, as she finally gave up, arching her back and lifting her ass up, pressing back against him as his cock eased all the way inside her.

"Mmm!" She squealed, the pain giving way to a rush of pleasure and warmth. He grabbed her ass, pounding her tight little pussy while she groaned, fucking her wildly.

"Fuck, what a slut!" He laughed, and she nodded.

"Mhm! Mhm!" She whimpered, bouncing back and forth, spreading her legs a little and eagerly accepting his cock.

"You're going to cum again, aren't you?"

"Mhm!" She groaned, his words pushing her through the last barrier and into another orgasm, this one starting big and rushing over her, ebbing and flowing, waxing and waning, but never quite receding.

It was the longest orgasm of her life. She panted, groaning and whimpering. unable to form coherent thoughts or words, unable to rationalize the pleasure she was feeling. She felt like an animal, bent to his will, like being used and fucked was her only purpose.

Tears flowed down her face as she rode the endless orgasm. He bit her neck and groped her ass, rubbed her clit and squeezed her nipples, his sweat dripping down onto her back.

"Fuck! That pussy's so tight!" He finally gasped after what felt like an eternity.

"Are you ready for my hot cum inside you?" He whispered, and she nodded.

"Mhm! Mhm! Pwease! Pwease!" She begged through her gag, lifting her ass up as high as she could, and then it finally happened.

She felt the first shot, squirting inside of her and warming her insides, then another, then another, his cum filling her pussy and dripping out as he continued to hammer his cock inside of her.

Over and over, again and again, it was almost an endless torrent of cum, until finally he groaned a little and his cock slid out, limp and wet.

"Fuck, you're a filthy little whore," He laughed, pulling the panties out of her mouth.

"I am! Oh god, I am!" She groaned, feeling his warm cum dripping out of her pussy.

"Thought so," He laughed, pocketing her panties. "I'll be keeping these, a nice little souvenir, ha!"

The door slid open and closed and he was gone. She slowly pulled her shirt back down, turning to the door and locking it behind him, fearful of being found again.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and her lipstick was smeared, her black eyeliner running down her face from her tears. She had a mixed reaction to it all, some strange concoction of shame and pride, excitement and guilt.

She looked down and saw his cum dribbling down her legs. She grabbed some toilet paper and wiped it up, scrunching it up and throwing it in the toilet, and then more came. Again and again, she wiped it clean, but no matter how much she tried, her wet little pussy kept leaking his cum.

"Fuck it!" She groaned, smiling at herself in the mirror as she lifted her yoga pants, his cum soaking through and sticking to her inner thighs.

She washed off her face and sighed, wiping away the smeared make up, and took a deep breath, then turned to the door and opened it.

The walk back to her seat was grueling. She could feel her cheeks blushing, and while most of the passengers were either asleep or not paying her any attention, the ones that did stare at her seemed to have a knowing look.

Which one was her attacker? Which one was the man that had just used her like a piece of meat? She couldn't tell, but every eye on her seemed to know, every face smirked and smiled, staring her up and down, almost fully aware of what she'd just done.

She got back to her seat and plopped down, realizing cum was still leaking out of her, the sticky goo almost trailing down all the way to her knees. She whimpered quietly, then sat back, trying to relax, trying not to think about how much she'd enjoyed being forcibly fucked, having all those eyes staring at her knowingly.

She put in her earphones and closed her eyes, listening to music as she drifted off to the thoughts of being used, until a finger tapped her on the shoulder.

She opened her eyes and saw a young, blond stewardess beaming at her.

"I'm sorry, miss, but it seems you caught the eye of another passenger, a handsome one at that!" She giggled, pulling down her tray and setting a glass of wine in front of her. "He wanted to send you a drink, and he even gave me a little note for you!"

Ella blushed, smiling and taking the note.

"Um, thank you," She replied, and the attendant bounced off.

The two old men next to her grunted and rolled their eyes, then turned away from her. She tore through the little piece of tape holding the note closed, trying her best to keep it turned away from any prying eyes.

"To the filthy piece of meat in seat 38D,

I enjoyed our little rendezvous, so much so that I couldn't help but tell my friend all about it. He saw you walking past and wants your body all to himself as well. Drink up and hurry back to the bathroom. I would ask politely, but we both know what your answer is."

Ella blushed, her breath quickening almost frantically, looking around to make sure nobody had seen the note.

It was so degrading, so presumptuous, she couldn't believe how brazen and demanding he was, and yet, he was right. Her body was flushed with anticipation, her mouth dry with excitement.

She took a deep breath, downed the entire glass, and unbuckled her seatbelt.

The walk back to the bathroom was almost terrifying. Her heart was practically bursting out of her chest, every thought in her head screaming at her, asking her what she was doing, telling her to turn around, to shake it off and go back to her seat, but she couldn't. She was in a spell, she had been taken and used and fucked, and she wanted more.

She took a deep breath pushed through the doorway to the bathroom.

She whimpered a little, biting her lips, then shook it off. She grabbed her pants and pulled then down to her knees, exposing her ass, the lifted up her shirt over her face and bent over, arms against the wall, ready to be taken again.

After a long moment or two of waiting, hoping desperately not to be discovered by the wrong person, the door slid open quietly, a body stepping in behind her, laughing as he closed the door and locked it.

"Fuck, you really are a filthy little whore," He laughed. His voice was different, a little lower, a little more surprised, like it was all some funny game.

"Yes, yes sir, I am, god, I'm sorry, I don't- I can't- I just, fuck, please fuck me," She whimpered, unable to spit out any rational thought.

"I absolutely will," He laughed, spitting on his fingers and spreading her cheeks, pressing them against her ass.

"Wait! No! Not there!" She gasped, shaking her head. "You can't! I've never, I'm-"

"Ha, you think I'm really going to fuck your pussy after my buddy just wrecked it? Fuck that!" He laughed, then his fingers forced their way inside her ass.

Ella gasped, shaking her head.

"Please! No! Not there! I'll suck you off! Please!" She begged, then felt his hand reaching up her shirt and stuffing her cold, wet panties back inside her mouth.

"Fuck, keep quiet, whore," He told her, pulling his fingers out. She heard him spitting on his hand and lubing up his cock.

"Mmm! Mmm!" She moaned, feeling the tears roll down her cheeks, but it was useless.

He spread her ass cheeks and pressed his cock against her. She squirmed but his grip on her was like iron and there was nowhere to run. He pressed against her ass, slipping and his cock finding its way inside her sopping wet pussy, and she sighed, but it was only momentary. He pulled out and pushed at her again, this time his cock held strong, slowly and forcefully penetrating her ass.

"Mmm! Mmm!" She sobbed as her ass spread. She shook with pain as he forced his way in, his cock was noticeably smaller, but it still hurt. He grunted, laughing a little as he bottomed out and pulled back, in and out, in and out.

"Fuck, your ass is tight!" He whispered, pumping into her as she sobbed and quivered. "What? You didn't actually think I'd want to fuck your filthy little whore pussy after my friend did, did you?"

She huffed and puffed as the pain ebbed, slowly starting to enjoy his cock in her ass.

"Mm mm!" She shook, her limbs flexing as he pounded her little ass.

"A filthy whore like you? I bet you get fucked like this all the time," He huffed, smacking her ass, then he reached his hands around her and started groping her tits, squeezing her nipples.

"Mmm!" She moaned, drool dripping down her chin, the mixture of her pussy juice and cum dribbling down her leg.

"That's what I thought, you fucking love this, you're just a worthless little butt slut!" He laughed, and something about the way he spoke to her, how degrading he was and how humiliated she felt, being used, not even being forcibly taken, but offering herself up like a piece of meat, excited her to no end. Her head swam with pleasure and her body calmed down, she began to lift her ass up and push her body back to meet his cock.

"Mmm!" She groaned, and he took his hand off her right nipple and found his way down to her pussy, rubbing her clit.

"Mmm! Mmm!" She moaned as his fingers flicked and played with her.

"Fuck, you're going to cum from being fucked in the ass, aren't you?" He laughed, rubbing her clit faster and harder.

"Mhm!" She nodded, squealing, huffing and puffing, and finally exploding with pleasure.

Whereas before, her orgasm was one long ride, this one was like a burst of thunder, hitting her hard and fast and knocking her out of her senses. She groaned and squirmed, feeling his cock filling her ass with cum before losing it and blacking out.

When she came to she was collapsed on the toilet, curled up. She still couldn't see, her shirt was wrapped around her head, but she felt the stranger's hand reaching up inside her shirt and pulling the panties from her mouth.

"We're going to put these up on the mantle," he laughed, smacking her thigh. "Fuck, you're a filthy little whore!"

"I am!" She whimpered. "I am! Oh god, I am!"

She heard the door open and close and she regained her senses enough to lunge forward and lock it behind him. She was spent, through, she couldn't handle another stranger's cock ambling through the door and using her again.

She curled up, hugging her knees, the tears streaming down her face as she regained her bearings, quickly realizing how painful it was being hunched up on the small toilet.

She stood up and pulled her shirt down, groaning with each movement. She was sore and worn out, cringing as she slowly straightened up and looked down at herself.

Her inner thighs were coated with juices and cum. She reached for the toilet paper, then remembered how futile it was before, and shrugged. She pulled up her yoga pants, crusty with dried cum from before, but now soaking up the warm, wet juices on her legs.