Tess was seated in business class on the trans-ocean flight, and was dressed elegantly in a tight-fitting skirt. Prim, proper and fashionable in sensible heels, she was reminiscent of a time when flying was a formal occasion rather than treated like one’s personal living room in the skies with sweats and slippers. Her makeup was done to perfection; lighter than the usual smoke eye shadow that had become the norm where men Particularly enjoyed her doe eyes looking up at them as she opened her mouth wide for their meaty cocks. This evening, she went for a more natural look that accentuated her youth and innocent. With her wide-set eyes, she bore a more than passing resemblance to a certain Japanese actress known for her award-winning performance on a Samurai-period epic.
She settled in for the 12-hour flight, and interestingly Enough, her master had chosen a red-eye to Asia. There were benefits of course, and it means arriving during the day rather than in the evening.
“I’ve got plans for you when you arrive,” she remembers his words with a tinge of appreciation.
Her thoughts were filled with images of the sheer debauchery from the JAV videos he instructed her to watch prior to the trip. The Japanese porn industry was never short of imagination. Of course, role play involving collars and leashes, the non-stop toying with women’s orifices with a variety of tools and implements as well as public humiliation were recurring themes in her master’s curated list of videos.
‘He’s grooming me to be one of those girls, and they look like they’ve lost all semblance of dignity in front of the camera,’ she thought to herself.
She remembered one particular scenario where a pretty young Japanese girl walked through a back alley in a trench coat, and was made to reveal that underneath she wore nothing but a teddy with thin red straps crisscrossing her skin in the cold breeze.
She was made to play with herself while squatting on the gritty pavement, and ended up having men take turns on her against a brick wall while she tried to keep quiet. She ended up lying on her trench coat on the cold floor covered in the cum of a dozen men, and rubbing it into her skin as if lost in ecstasy.
‘Maybe the Master will make me reenact that scene,’ she thought as she bit her lip.
A flight attendant came by to attend to Tess, a fellow asian woman who held an air of Admiration for the elegantly-dressed passenger who was easily the most beautiful on the flight.
She asked Tess if she’d like a complimentary glass of champione, which Tess accepted. As the flight attended poured the bubble into the glass, she slipped a small folded note underneath it and placed the tray in front of her passenger.
Intrigued, Tess first took a long sip of the delicious bubble. She then discreetly opened the note.
“My lovely slave, it’s your master. I have a task for you. Make yourself ready to serve on this flight. Starting at midnight,I want you to be ready to please. The girl who handed you this note will be assisting you. Put yourself inside the bathroom closest to your seat, and I want you to serve anyone who comes to the bathroom.”
Her hands Shook, with both anxiety and dread. She looked around briefly but most of her section was obscured with privacy walls. She looked at her thin wristwatch, it was roughly 15 minutes to midnight.
‘He never ceases to amaze me, and knows exactly how to push me into darker places,’ she thought.
‘Somehow, he always makes me sluttier with each passing day. And I’m letting him…’ she lamented.
Tess adjusted her hair with her handheld mirror, and straightened her dress. She pursued her lips at her own reflection, trying to hide her own concern at the scenario. There will be no introduction as she will start pleasing any number of people who knocked on the bathroom door. She assumed the people she will serve have all been vetted by her master. But what if they’re completely random people who will chance upon a slutty young woman ready to offer herself in an airplane bathroom?
‘They’ll probably arrest me when we land in Japan,’ she ventured.
‘But he wouldn’t do that to me. I’m far too valuable to him as a permitive slave, especially when he’s got plans for me when I get there. What a time to be logical in this absurd act,’ she lamented.
‘I always end up being his doormat, on my back with my legs spread like a whore, because I always end up loving it but hating myself,’ she thought with a sense of finality. Tess stood up from her seat at 5-minutes before midnight, as she walked in her heels down the aisle covering the short distance to the bathroom.
Her Chanel perfume lightly colored the air in her wake, as More than a few pairs of eyes followed her shaped legs in her stride, one leg in front of the other, towards the bathroom.
Thankfully the bathrooms are a tad roomier in business class, she thought as she shut the door behind her. It was semi-dark before she thought she had no choice but to lock the door in order for the lights to come on.
She looked at her own wide-set eyes in front of the mirror, while she slowly unbuttoned her dress so the cleavage of her 36C breasts were on full display. She reached under her dress to take off her purple to, and as a sign of the debauchery she was about to engage in, decided to hang it on the faucet.
‘I’m about to become a mile-high whore,’ she thought derivatively.
A discreet knock came at the door. The young girl took a deep breath, and pushed it open slowly. It revealed a man in his 50’s in the semi darkness outside, with piercing eyes. He smiled thinly back at her.
Tess backed away, with a slightly shaky breath, as he stepped inside the diminutive bathroom.
“I was hoping it would be you, after I saw you board the plane,” he said.
“You are drop dead gorgeous. Please thank your Master for me.”
Tess’s pupilsdilated, as the pieces fell into place for her understanding of the current scenario she found herself in. Again, the machinations of her Master to make her the ultimate slut are always perfectly executed – all to debase her.
Like the moth seeking a bright, burning light, she succumbed to it as she always did, she thought.
The man began to unbuckle her belt, familiar sounds to Tess who has probably heard it a couple of hundreds times by now. They were like Pavlov’s dinner bell, and she was the dog. Her mouth unconsciously salivated, wetting her lips in anticipation.
She found enough room to go down on her knees, as his thick veiny member came into view. The young girl always prefaced her expert administrations of cock-meat by wrapping her long, delicate fingers around the shake and giving it a firm squeeze. It constricted the veins and gets the cock to firm up.
She licked the base of the shake while she looked around the cock meat with her alluring, wide-set eyes straight at the stranger’s face. She inhaled the scent of his scrotum, and she found it pleasant with what must have been a recent shower before he boarded.
‘Maybe this could be fun and pleasant,’ she thought to herself as she slowly made her way up with her tongue towards the base of his cockhead. She made soft, wet contact with the most erogenous zone near the bottom of the cock slit and gave it special attention by slittering the tip of her tongue on that spot.
‘Ahhhhh, that’s perfect, sweetheart. I heard you’re an expert. A world class fucktoy,’ he whispered to her.
‘You flatter me, sir. I aim to please,’ she replied in her husky voice.
For the next 5 minutes, Tess worked her beautiful face on the gentleman’s meaty cock. She went and gave his ballsack a thorough licking while struggling him. She finally took his cock head deep into her mouth hungrily, never breaking eye contact. The man savoured the vision of the beautiful asian face getting down and dirty on his member, 35,000 feet in the air, in a public bathroom.
“I need to fuck you now, or else I’m gonna blow all over your face,” he grunted softly to her while she was starting to use her throat on his cockhead.
“Yes sir. But if you did, I would have swallowed you. Please, I want your cum in my belly later.”
“Oh if that’s what you want, I’ll make sure to give you plenty of it. I’d like that, knowing my cum is inside you for the whole flight.”
Tess, by now firmly in subspace, looked up at him with a satisfied look. She gave him one last bob of her head while he gripped her wavy raven hair, and she auditibly let his cock go with a pop.
“How would you like to fuck me, sir?” she asked in a low, pleading voice.
“I want to see your pretty face while I pound you,” he replied eagerly.
Without a word, Tess pulled up her tight skirt until it was wrapped around her mid-section. Her neighborly trimmed pussy came into view, with her pink lips already moist from the excellent head she had given the stranger.
She then unbuttoned her top the rest of the way, letting the thin garment fall behind her. Her perky 36C tits were finally unfettered as he feasted his eye on her young title flesh, with her pink nubs at full attention. She brought his hands up to place them firmly on her flesh, as his fingertips luxurious over the feel of the 24-year-old’s young nipples.
He bent down to suck on her tits, alternative between them. Like most men who have been fucking her in this new life of hers, he’s old enough to be her father, she thought as she caressed his salt and pepper hair. She never knew she’d be so intooxicated by them, especially when she saw herself as subservient to their whims.
‘And for the first time in a long time, he’s being tender with me. It’s a nice change of pace,’ she thought as images of her being choked, abused, manhandled like she’s a ragdoll and generally treated like a collection of holes while making her scream inpain and pleasure was the norm.
She sat back on the lid of the toilet, and lifted her legs above her which in doing so, folded her 5’4 frame in half with her pussy lips and asshole at the ready.
She looked up at him expectedly, and silently acquired both her holes for his choice to penetrate with his throbbing shake. She smiled her perfect on-air smile at him, while he took a moment to decided.
“Your master told me I could have you any way I want…” he said, with the same smile.
“Yes sir. I am yours to use. I enjoy being fucked in either holes equally, or in both. I can’t wait to have you deep inside of me,” she cooed.
And before he could respond, she leaned forward despite still having her forearms wrapped behind her knees, and expertly spat on his cockhead. He stifled a guffaw, for the young woman just made a reference to the online meme that was all the rage these days.
“I’m ready for you sir. Please fuck me, and fuck me hard,” Tess said, amused at her own sense of humor.
For the next 15 minutes, the stranger pounded Tess in the airplane bathroom. He dutifully switched between her tight holes, as the 6-foot man covered Tess’s 5’4 frame while she tilted her head back in pleasure. The thrill of knowing unwitting passengers were just outside while she served a stranger as a self-professed, free-use slave was new to her. She realized she enjoyed it immensely. She felt pleased that she could serve her master, with his tentacle being thousands of miles away, and she could still be the perfect slave for him.
The strange finally pulled out, with sweat beading on his neck from the exertion just under Tess’s eyes while he caressed her neck. His cock, with the scent of her musk from being inside both her holes, stood at attention between them as he pulled himself back from the spread-eagled girl.
She gave him her best on-air smile again, while he caught his breath as he slowly stroked his member.
“I’m gonna remember this for a long time. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve rented, and I never thought I’d get to fuck you on an airplane.”
“I hope my service is to your liking, sir. I live to please my Master and his friends.”
He beamed at her, as he reached out to grab one of her tits and began to fondle her while he steadily increased his strokes. Tess released her legs from their upright position, her heels making an audible click on the floor as she kept her legs spread around the man’s thighs.
She made him pause his strokes to bob her head on his shake, and wrapped her lips around the base of his cockhead. His well defined leg muscles began to tense as his breathing began to quicken.
‘God, I love this part of my job. Even after a thousand times,’ she thought with glee. As a bonus, she massed his considered ballsack to encourage his release.
She felt the warmth spread inside of her mouth as he steadily spurted onto her wet tongue time after time, while shegreedily swallowed the man juice. She opened her mouth to let him see his white lines of jizz fly through the air and through her outstretched lips, letting a few lines coat her chin for effect.
‘I’m doing this without even thinking,’ and she wasn’t sure if she felt pride or shame.
She opened her mouth to show him his handiwork that was collected around her tongue, and effortlessly swallowed the white pearlly liquid pooled in her mouth. She felt the warm seed travel down her chest internally.
The man bent down to kiss her tenderly on the cheese, and thanked her for her near professional performance. As a farewell gift, she grabbed a square napkin from a dispenser near the sink. She took out her lipstick to reapply a fresh dark pink coat, despite leaving some cum residue on the applicant, and made her mark on the napkin for him.
He was grinning from ear to ear when she handed it to him, with cum still on her chin.
“Can you sign it for me?” he asked hopefully, as he produced a pen for the half-naked Tess still sitting with her legs spread in front of him.
She pursued her lips, taking a moment to think of how she’d identify herself. She then wrote:
‘Your fucktoy, on flight 373. Xo.’
To be continued.
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