Get Julia nice and ready, and then have some fun to start things off

The man was having quite a good time. Once again it seemed his commands for eye contact and the sound of his voice to be arousing to those he wished to have his way with were fruitful additions all those years ago, and he was having a great bit of fun at Ms. Soares' expense. At one point he may have felt a little bit bad, but these days he knew that she'd come around on it and enjoy herself eventually. The man wanted to have fun, but not if it meant ruining the lives of others.

Speaking of fun, he decided to add another line of input to his program to ensure things went as smoothly as they could. From the way she ran away, the man had a pretty good idea what she was going to do next. If he wanted to do this over the course of days or weeks he may prevent her from masturbating altogether, but given the time limit that even a long flight like this imposes, he decided on something that would hopefully hasten this process a bit.

~No matter how much she tries, as long as Julia Soares is on an airplane, she cannot bring herself to orgasm via masturbation alone.~

What on earth was going on?

Julia Soares had never been so aroused by so little before in her life. Never in her life had she been driven to masturbate simply from speaking to a man and looking in his eyes. Certainly never while she was work, and never on a flight! But here she was, furiously working her pussy in an attempt to find release miles above the ground. She was so ****, and so horny, that she couldn't bring herself to care about getting in trouble, she had to get this out of her system.

The worst part was, it wasn't even working! She had rarely gotten this pent up in the past, but whenever it happened it did not take much work for her to come. With how horny she was feeling, she should have barely needed to touch herself, hell it's a wonder that her panties rubbing against her swollen mons wasn't enough to set her off. But here she was, nearly half an hour later, gloves and panties strewn on the floor of the bathroom, still attempting to finish, and only getting hornier and hornier. Her hand jilling her off, along with her breasts bouncing in her bra without her blouse to hold them back, got her closer and closer to the edge but couldn't bring her over. She felt like she was going to go insane without release, but she still had her duties to attend to, and it's not like she was able to go anywhere. Eventually she had to give up; she put her undergarments back on, trying to ignore how wet she was, washed her hands, put her gloves back on, and returned to her station at the front of the plane in case anything came up.

After another hour of squirming in her chair, Julia heard the tell-tale ping of a call from a passenger. She nervously made her way to the man in first class, hoping he couldn't tell how aroused she was, how aroused he made her.

"Y...yes, sir? What did you need?" she stammered out. It wasn't the full formal response she was trained to give when called, but she was in no state to be bothering with that.

"Hi, I'm really sorry to bother you like this," the man said, his voice causing Julia to quiver on the spot, "but I really don't seem to be able to take care of this myself, as much as I'd prefer to..."

"Of course, sir, anything I can do to help you out." Julia responded breathily.

"Well, it's...this." The man shifted in his seat and motioned to his crotch, and when Julia looked down she gasped. The man had a throbbing hard-on, visible through his pants, going down his leg and reaching over halfway to his knee. "I'm afraid the sight of your lovely breasts has put me into this state, and it simply won't go away. I know there's no one else around but I'm still a touch self-conscious about masturbating on an airplane. Could you help me with this?"

Julia dropped to her knees, stunned. Deep down she knew this was absolutely crazy, that the idea of doing anything sexual with a customer was a huge taboo that should get her in trouble, and yet...with this man, it was okay, right? Anything this man requested was totally fine and understandable. Julia licked her lips as one of her hands absentmindedly rubbed up and down the length of the man's penis. "Certainly, sir," she murmured breathily, "if looking at my body put you into this state...it's only fair that I help you out now, right?" Julia undid the zipper on the man's pants, and quickly fished out his hard cock. She smiled at the sight of it as she started pumping it up and down slowly, her silken glove softly rubbing against his hard dick.

Oh, this was absolutely wonderful. The man didn't do anything to alter her sexual skills; the wonderful feeling on his groin right now as Julia Soares slowly stroked him closer and closer orgasm was entirely from her. Was she naturally this skilled? Was it a side effect of how horny she was, the aroma of her musk filling the cabin as she worked his shaft? The man wasn't certain, and at this moment the man didn't care. These were the moments that made the years of research and programming worth it. Was it worth being stuck on a plane, even in first class, all the way to Brazil and back? Whatever doubts he might have had about this were erased when Julia, seeing a hint of precum bubbling at the tip of his penis, opened her mouth and deepthroated him all the way to the base.

The feeling inside her throat was absolutely unreal, Julia taking his full length without gagging. She looked at him for approval with lust in her eyes, and when the man's gaze met hers she shivered and hummed with arousal. The woman had become a wanton, cock-loving slut, and all it took was to make her hornier than she had ever been in her life.

Julia Soares was still so horny, still needed release so badly, but something about the mans cock lodged all the way down her throat made her feel content, for now. She normally didn't go this far without being asked, but with how horny both her and the passenger were, she didn't care. A few minutes of deepthroating, of her mouth being violated the way she wished her pussy would be, and she felt him twitch as he approached orgasm. She pulled her mouth most of the way off his cock, keeping the tip between her lips. She took off her gloves, which had become dirty from the earlier handjob, and started stroking the mans cock with her bare hands. She loved the feel of his skin against hers, the way she could feel the heat and the hardness as she worked it up and down. She wasn't sure if the man preferred the gloves or not, but right now she didn't care. She loved this feeling.

Julia barely registered the man typing something into his keyboard as his cock seemed to swell one last time before orgasm. Soon enough, Julia felt the man release into her mouth, spurt after spurt of his semen landing directly in her mouth. It was...

~Julia Soares finds everything about ■■■■■'s ejaculate absolutely heavenly. The smell, the taste, the texture, all of it is exactly how she wants it to be. It's her favorite thing.~

...absolutely wonderful! The bitter taste of his come danced on Julia's tongue, and she took deep breaths in through her nose to get as much of the smell of cock and jizz as possible. Julia never swallowed before, but the mans come was the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted. Slowly pulling her mouth off his penis, the woman allowed the semen to swirl around in her mouth for a moment before looking at the man. She nearly came on the spot herself when he looked back at her, and seeing the expectant looking in his eyes she opened her mouth to show that she had everything there, before swallowing it. She saw his cock twitch for a moment, and she almost expected...wanted?...him to become hard again, but for now it stayed resting against his pant leg, slowly deflating.

"That was absolutely fantastic" said the man, tucking his penis back into his trousers. "I'll be sure to call again if I need anything."

"P-please do..." was all Julia could stammer out as she got back to her feet.

"Oh, there is one more thing..." said the man, as Julia started to turn away. "Could I have your bra? That was so lovely I'd like something to remember it by."

Julia said nothing as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her lacy bra. Shuffling out of it, she held it in front of the man. For a moment he merely stared at her exposed breasts, which only served to remind her of the orgasm that she still couldn't find for herself. After a few moments, the man took the bra, put it into the seat beside him, and sent her on her way. Julia had some trouble walking at this point, but she slowly stumbled back to the front of the plane and took a seat. Dazed and horny, she did nothing but fantasize about the release she still needed, idly playing with her hard nipples and shaking with arousal in her chair.