Mile High Submission

Bored on a flight? Maybe reading an erotica novel without any hope for an outlet was less than Ideal. Or was it?

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Plane rides bore me, especially long ones. The plane ride to Philadelphia from California was shaping up to be a complete bore. But I'm here because I recently took a job with a tech company after a couple years of being out of work. My alimony ran out. Its a sales and management position that required a lot of air miles. A co-worker was on the flight with me, but he was twelve seats ahead in front. Damn it! So now I'm bored and we haven't even taken off.

I had not brought any books or magazines, fail. My tablet was in the luggage, mega-fail, now what? As we pushed away from the tarmac, I remembered my I had my phone and decided to see if I could quickly download something. I Just made it to my account and I managed to hit download on one. Penelope Knutzake: Taken by the Alpha. Cute. It made it just before we took off.

"That's OK," I said to myself. "Not a good selection, but it's better than nothing." I ordered a drink and settled in to read. Hopefully the little screen would not give me a headache.

And read I did

A six-hour flight, and after almost four hours, I made it a good distance into the novel. The book had bored me to tears at first, but after toughing out the first four chapters, it got better. Then at some point it got juicy. Then really hot. A BDSM scene where the female character lets her partner lock her hands behind her back with handcuffs, and starts exploring her body with his hands while telling her how long he's loved her from afar. I'm not usually into that sort of thing. I have never understood how that stuff was sexy but these scenes were well written.

It's probably not a good idea, on the long flight, to be reading this sort of shit. It was making me horny. My eyes were tired, and I ordered another drink. I put my head up and glanced up at my co-worker several rows ahead.

His name was Jack. he was cute as hell, dark hair, apparently went to the gym a lot. Lacrosse!? That's right, I recalled now he was a Lacrosse and water polo player in college. Which, by the looks of him, was only a few years ago. I would love to eat him up. Between the drinks, the story, and my imagination, my crotch was off to the races. Soon the book and my thoughts of Jack became one.

Now he’s all I can picture, running his hands all over my body while he has me alone somewhere private. Tying me up, no choice but to trust him, and then… Oh. I have to stop, I needed relief. It’s all too much for me! My panties were soaked.

Usually, I am pretty conservative. I was married for 17 years; I have to say the magic was a little lacking from day one. I'd had vanilla for quite a while. Even that was dead by the end. But I know how to do me. During my marriage I got addicted to a little purple friend who never lets me down, if you know what I mean.

I had it with me in my purse. I didn't dare pack it for fear that my luggage would get lost. So I grabbed my purse and headed to the restroom at the back of the plane. Thankfully it was unoccupied. By now I was out of my mind with lust, I jumped in and closed the door.

Taking care of business

I practically ripped off my panties, and pulled up my dress. I was too frantic to fuck around anymore. I wanted to ditch the the blouse as well because I was getting too hot in the little fucking toilet. But, I remind myself not to get too comfortable here. This is a public restroom after all and I can imagine the air marshals have some rule about this. All I need is a little release, not a love feast. Try not to get too sweaty, Jan, I tell myself. But I make no promises. I dug around frantically in my purse for my vibrator. "There you are." I sighed in relief. I smiled.

I got into a semi-comfortable position on the toilet and then prayed to God the vibrator wasn't going to be too loud or that I wouldn't get too loud for that matter! But with all the noise in the cabin, I should be all right.

I turned it on and hit the magic spot with a practiced hand. My body filled with the pleasure of the promise of relief. I bit my lip as I concentrate on the vibrator touching my clit.

Just one, I promise myself. I just need one orgasm. Then I can wipe myself down and get back to coach for the rest of the flight. As anticipated, I’m almost there! Then the door opens, and a stranger stops in the doorway.

" Fuck!" I jumped up and tried to focus on the figure. Too big to be a kid at least. A man. I looked up at him horrified, only to realize it’s Jack, my coworker.

"Oh, Double fuck! "

The office affair starts

What’s he doing here? Now he’s going to think I’m some depraved pervert. So much for my conservative office rep, this will be water cooler news for sure. But to my surprise, He just looked at me, bemused.

“Don’t stop on my account,” He said. I started to mount a defense, wait, what the fuck did he just say?

Then he just stepped in like nothing was wrong, and closed the door. My heart started racing. What’s he doing? The bathroom isn't exactly spacious, but right now I could not afford to complain and attract attention.

“You forgot to lock it, dummy,” he said, not in mean tone, but sort of joking. It was almost playful. He made a point of showing me how to lock it properly. like I was an idiot.

“There,” he said. “Now we won’t be interrupted.”

“You shouldn’t be in here!"

“Why not? It’s our only washroom in this section. It’s for everyone you know.”

“I mean—“

“I know what you mean,” he said.

He unzipped his pants. I flushed hot. I don’t know whether to be aroused or concerned. But right now I was both.

“What are you doing?” I asked him again.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “It will be just our secret, I was thinking about the same thing. Rubbing one out."

I should have left, but there was no room to get by him. He took his cock out of his pants, and he was huge! Porn star huge.

“Oh my god."

“I know, right? I get that a lot," he said. "I was very popular in college."

“How did they not make you check that at security?”

“You’re funny,” he said. “I like that.”

“God, You're fucking hot. Christ you make my ball throb," He went on "and I see you shave. I fucking love a shaved pussy. I have been looking at you for weeks now and imagined it.”

He's had his eyes on me? I make his balls throb? I would have asked him more but I could not speak nor could I keep my eyes off his dick as it got thicker and started to stand at attention. I tried to turn away, embarrassed. I was not used to having this effect on a man so quickly, not in a long time.

“Don't be embarrassed, ” he said. "He likes you, let's just do this, together. It will just be like porn on your phone."

He smiled and started to stroke his massive cock. Gazing into my eyes and then back to my pussy. I started touching myself again. Fuck, he had turned on the waterworks in my crotch. There’s something about a horny confident man that pushes all my buttons! So…what the hell, why not? He’s hot. I’m horny. He is clearly getting off on it! And that made me want to get off on it too.

I looked deeply into his eyes, which I notice for the first time are green, I love green. Then I turned the vibrator back on. We maintained eye contact as we pleasured ourselves. It was so fucking intimate, I had never done this with a man before. He was so fucking hot fisting that monster. It wasn't long before a decent orgasm overtook me. It was powerful enough, that I dropped the vibrator into the toilet. A total buzz kill as I quickly fished it out and put it in the sink.

" Shit," I sat there panting, my pussy throbbing from an orgasm that ended too abruptly.

“Good girl,” he said.

“Satisfied?” He asked.

“Yes,” I said. But I wasn't. I expected we would leave soon and I could just die in my seat. But he didn't move, he just looked at me and stroked himself.

"Take off your bra for me. For the full effect," He said.

A Mile High Proposition

The way he looked at me sent an 'Oh, shit' moment through my head. He wasn't asking. The way he growled the command made me take notice and I liked it. I took off my bra and let my full C size tits spill out, I watched his cock jump, he apparently liked what he saw. I could not believe it; this was crazy.

“How would you like to join the mile high club?” he asked.

“I…” my throat went dry. He wanted more?

“It’s okay to say no,” he said. “But something tells me you're not going to.”

“What makes you so sure of that?”

“I saw what you were reading earlier as I passed by your seat to ask the stewardess for a bag of chips,” He said.

“Oh…” I said, feeling embarrassed.

“Just a few sentences. I could tell by your breathing it turned you on,” he said. I didn't know what to say or where to go with this; I was just sitting there with my pussy exposed and inflamed.

“So how about it? Mile high club?”

“What if people catch us in here? Can’t we be put on a no-fly list or something?" I said, realizing how absurd that sounded.

“Does that worry you?” He asked.

“A little," I said.

“Hmm…all right. Well…do you trust me?” He said with a smiled. The smile was dark and sexy. Did I trust him, even with no reason to. Honestly no one ever asked me that. The fact that he did meant something, but what?

“I don’t even know you. We hardly talk at the office,” I said.

“I wanted to but your intimidating. But do you trust me?” He asked again a little more softly.

Intimidating? Little old me? My mind was buzzing with the question. My thoughts went to the story. I wondered how much had he read? My clit was starting to throb, the words just spilled out.

“Okay. Yes, I trust you,” I said realizing now I was starting to feel vulnerable.

“OK,” he said removing his belt.

“Turn around," he said. I did as asked, submissively and immediately, like the woman in the book. Was I really doing this?

He pulled my hands behind my back and secured them with the belt. The belt cinched down a bit tighter than I expected.

“Owe. What are you—“

“Shh…” he said, kissing my neck. “Relax. Just trust me. Your in control. remember that. Just say no or stop.”

"You mean like a safe word?"

"Something like that, but we won't get too formal this time. I can't believe your it this."

I could not believe it either and I’m not so sure now. But, then, suddenly, he grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled. It stung a bit, but I involuntarily made a noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

“You like that I see. Your perfect. I never imagined.”

He’s not wrong. I love my hair being pulled. It's has been so long since anyone did it, I had forgotten how much I liked it. It raised goosebumps all over my body. I have always had a serious fetish for hair pulling. I learned that in my freshmen year of college. I had a roommate that liked to brush my hair, Missed her little sisters or something. She would almost make me cum getting out the tangles, not that I told her that, I would almost have considered it a lesbian relationship. I loved it so much.

“Now,” he continued. “If we get caught, you can say I forced you.”

I looked at him in the mirror horrified. “Wouldn't you get in really deep shit for that?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. I guess we should hope it doesn’t come to that then. And now, I have to trust you too.”

“Okay,” I said.

My pussy wet, the air thick in this cramped space, and I am about to fucking pass out. What is this guy doing to me? He turned me around and pushed me to my knees. Pushing his cock to my lips. I remember this part in the story, the guy used her mouth as his cum dump.

“I gag easily,” I warned him.

“That's OK.” He said. "Most women do on me."

He put his hand on the back of my head and I swallowed hard. Then he pushed his cock into my mouth. He didn't push me too far. I was grateful for that. I showed my gratitude by expertly using my tongue to roam around the tip of his cock, maximizing his pleasure before I bobbed my head up and down.

“Mmm…where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

He released me to let me answer as I gasped for breath.

“I used to suck a lot of cocks,” I said. "In college, I didn't want to get knocked up. Made me sort of an expert."

He pushed my head back down on his cock. Deeper this time. I had forgotten the frat parties and the fun I used to have. He pushed deeper until I gaged just a little. Then he pulled out.

"OK? Want more?"

"I'm OK. Yes. More!" Right now, the way he looked at me made me feel kind of proud in a weird way. He pushed me back onto his cock, going deeper this time. Fucking my mouth. I choked a little and tried to pull away this time he didn't let go.

"Relax, swallow," He said. I did what I was told and swallowed rhythmically. It helped and I was able to clam the reflex. It seemed natural to push him a bit deeper. I felt his cock get a little harder, a little bigger. He was close. I wanted that load. But then he pulled out again.

"I can do better," I said not believing I just said that. "Let me do it again."

“Well, your ex-husband is a fucking fool. I’d want to keep you for myself forever. I would never let you go."

It’s such a sweet thing to say, during an otherwise torrid experience. I don't know whether to thank him or cry. I didn't ask or wait for him to push me back down. I opened wide and swallowed as much of him as I could. I found myself bobbing up and down a bit, more down than up, gagging to get him down my throat as far as I could. I felt the head of his dick throb, and he moaned. A salty taste to be sure but he didn't cum. I would have stayed on him forever, but again I needed air. I was still determined to suck him dry. He pulled me back again, brushed back my hair. I loved this I wanted more, I never wanted to stop.

"Please. Let me finish you. I'm yours. Cum for me."

“Would you like that?” he asked. “ To belong to me?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“Good. Then get up here,” he said as I stood up confused.

He turned me around and pulled my hips back. He felt around a little and touched my sticky starfish. Then he reached further forward until his fingers probed the folds of my pussy.

“Mmm…you’re dripping wet,” he said and slid his cock back and forth wetting it on my pussy and then sliding it up the crack of my ass.

“I know.”

“You must want it bad.”

“I do. God, I want all of you.”

"How?"

"I don't care."

He positioned his cock at the entrance to my ass. I expected him to slide down more but I realized that wasn't going to happen. The bathroom was too small and I couldn't bend forward anymore. He pushed at my back door and stopped.

“Do we need to stop?”

"No. Please fuck me."

"Your sure? Just a few inches maybe?"

"Yes, Yes. Fuck me. Whatever you want."

I had never felt anything like it. God the pressure was intense and then he pulled my hair again. I gasped and felt his cock invade me deeply. Holy shit, he was already inside me as far as anyone ever had been, in any hole. But there was more!? He squeezed one of my tits with his hand.

"Good girl," He said. His praise meant everything to me. I pushed myself back inch by inch, for a moment I thought he would tear something inside of me. But then I had taken it all. He gave me a moment to get used to it as we became one. He put a finger into my mouth, and I instinctively suck it.

“Mmm,” came out, how good he felt inside of me. I didn't care if it stung a bit, I loved pleasing him.

“You haven’t had a proper fuck in a while, have you?” He asked as he started to fuck me.

“No,” I said breathing heavily.

“I can tell,” he said. “Even out there, I could feel the desperation coming off you.”

“You could?”

“I could practically smell it on you. I knew you needed this. I was getting crazy signals from you,” He said.

This was the way it should be. How often do your fantasies come turn. I was thinking about him when he first came in. Now he was taking my virgin ass. Pulling my hair as he rode me. It was like he read my mind. I was hypnotized by the cock I was impaled on. I had never felt so complete. The orgasm hit me. It was a surprise. I could barely breathe.

“Mmm…oh…god…”

“There’s a good girl. I can feel it pulsing inside you.”

I gasped as the waves of pleasure took over. He held my waist with one hand and kept pulling my hair with the other, guiding me to bliss. I ground on his cock to show him my gratitude. To show him I’ll give him anything he wants. He’s certainly earned it.

“My turn, open your eyes look at me," he said.

“Yes,” I breathe.

I brace myself to be fucked hard. We were facing the mirror and our eyes locked. But it was slow, deliberate and sensual.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled. His cock was so deep in my stretched ass. He thrust several times and then I felt it. It’s like no cum shot I’ve ever felt before, like he had turned on a hose inside me. He panted and shook, I could feel him in my core, and another orgasm hit me. Maybe it was the continuation of the second one, I couldn't tell, but I was in heaven feeling his cum fill my ass.

“Kiss me?” I found myself pleading.

He wrapped his arms around me as he kept cuming and I turned my head to French-kiss him furiously. We kissed for a while, and then finally his cock, spent, slipped out of my ass and I could breathe easily again.

he exhaled. “I needed this too.”

I smiled. “I could tell. Has it been a while?”

“Spend the night in my room?” He asked. "Please I want to know more of you. Mind and body."

I nodded. "All week. I want you in me all week."

He didn't untie me right away; he seemed to like holding me like that. I didn't want him to let me go either. It’s the first time I’ve felt appreciated in a long time. A stream of cum leaking out of my ass as we stood together. I loved the way he caressed me, both of use soaked in sweat.

Finally, he untied my hands and put his belt back on. I wanted to cry because I don’t want him to go. He sensed it I think.

"It's OK, only a couple more hours and I'm all yours, every inch. I promise. Dinner? When we land? Anything you want."

I smiled and we kissed. Then he left the restroom, leaving me alone. I wanted more. God, I was still horny, my pussy still begged for attention. Feeling desired for once will have that effect on a girl. I also realized I never once came close to saying no to him. What did it mean? Was this the start of something totally new? I didn't dare to think this was going to last, but my heart wanted it to. I had never felt like I had a soul mate but I think now I know. I had just been soul fucked.

I eyed the purple vibrator in the sink. I quickly washed it off. The thoughts of what he would do to me in the hotel were unbearably delicious. I finally got the BDSM thing, submission, the whole thing.

"Okay," I say to myself. "Just one more. The world can wait! "

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