Nothing Good

Sasha looks forward, her hands in her lap. The people around her don't seem to notice her predicament, and her dread only grows. After what feels like hours, but is really only minutes, a woman with similar features to Sasha, but a smaller bust and ass, approaches from the front and sits in the man's seat.

Looking at her, Sasha sees that there appears to be a white substance on her face, then realizes what may have happened and scrunches up her nose in disgust and horror. The woman looks at her and says, "The man you spoke to earlier wanted me to give you a message. I'm sorry, but lean in and listen."

Sasha leans and the woman whispers something in her ear. She turns to Liam and says, "Play with my boobs."

He does, watching her bountiful bust jiggle enticingly, and Sasha starts to stroke his dick through his pants. Soon, she feels it hardening under his jeans and abruptly stops, then says, "I'm really sorry, but he says to keep yourself on the edge of orgasm while watching her," at which point she points her thumb over her shoulder at the new woman. "He says to imagine she's me and to know that you can't have her, and also to think about what I'll be doing with him."

Liam's face contorts in anger and fear even as his hands move of their own accord to expertly stroke his cock. As Sasha walks away, he looks to see the new woman. When she sees that Sasha is leaving she stares forwards with a bored expression and starts to idly play with her breasts. {Liam} watches and despite himself remains turned on, feeling the need to cum, but he can't bring himself over the edge. Frustrated, sad, and resigned, he simply watches and keeps on.

Meanwhile, Sasha approaches the man, who is now sitting in a first class seat. As she nears he looks up and says, "Why, it's nice of you to join us." Sasha sees that a flight attendant is sitting next to the man, and hears him say, "Alright, go do your job, but remember to act slutty from now on." She stands up and nods, then proceeds to unbutton most of the top buttons of her uniform before sashaying towards the back of the plane.

"Hey, you can't do that to people!" Sasha says angrily.

"Yes I can, and I will. Keep your voice down by the way, and sit next to me."

Sasha suddenly feels compelled to sit and does so, then earnestly whispers, "This is wrong, you must see that."

The man only weakly smiles and says, "I don't think that really means anything. Now, it sounds like you're fairly inexperienced, but here is what you're going to do: get turned on and wet, and touch yourself under your pants."

Sasha's right arm jerks up and down as she thrusts her hand into her pants. She looks around, terrified, and feels how wet she already is as her fingers delicately play with her clit.

The man sees her response and says, "The potential that people will see still terrifies and embarrasses you, but it's also a huge turn-on."

Sasha looks around and shudders at the onslaught of arousal, then says, "Fuck you, you can't do this to people."

He seems to simply find that amusing and says, "Clearly I can. Now, stop touching yourself and use your wet hand on to pleasure cock."

Her face drops even as her eyes convey more anger, but she takes her hand out of her pants and reaches over as the man unzips his jeans. She tries to stop, but still grabs his dick and starts rubbing it up and down. He leans back and lets it happen for a moment, but the thought that someone might see makes Sasha's face red even as it makes her get even wetter.

Finally, he looks at her and says, "Ever given a titjob? Answer truthfully."

"No, I haven't," she replied, looking at him in fear.

"All you have to do is rub my dick between your boobs, jiggling them sometimes and doing whatever seems to maximize my pleasure. And look at me silently with a smile. Obviously, you have to take your shirt off, but you can leave on your bra for now."

Sasha starts to panic as her hands lift her shirt over her head, but it also makes her moan softly in arousal, her legs rubbing together in need. She crawls between his legs and puts his dick between her tits, then starts moving up and down, looking at him with a fixed expression as requested. Her bra is tight enough to press them together, but she looks up and presses them together herself. He groans at the feeling, staring into her huge tits, which makes Sasha have to continue pressing them together. She jiggles them on occasion, but seeing how much he likes that starts to do it more and more. The thought of the others around them makes her horny, and her hips start thrusting.

Finally, the man looks into her eyes and says, "Cum when I do". He then orgasms, spraying his cum onto Sasha's chest, and Sasha starts to spasm as she cums herself. "Don't clean that off," he says once you've both come down from your climaxes.

Sasha looks at him and whispers, "I hate you! This is evil, please just leave me alone."

He sighs and just says, "Don't speak to me unless spoken to. Now, give me the information for the hotel and room you'll be staying at."

Sasha reaches into her pocket and pulls out a very folded and slightly wet brochure with the hotel information, then says, "We're on the third floor, room 314."

"Thanks," he replied with an evil grin. "Now, you're going to let me in to fuck you later. Say it sensuously."

"I'm going to let you in to fuck me later," she replied in a sultry voice while provocatively grazing her breasts.

"Good, I'll see you then. Don't try to get out of it or hurt me, and relay that to your husband as well. Also, refrain from touching your husband." He pauses for a moment, thinking, then says, "I think I heard him mention the pool earlier, so after you get to your hotel and bring your things to your room, get into the most ill-fitting bathing you suit you have and head there. Once you're there, sunbathe and tease as many people as you can, but don't do more than kiss anyone. Before going to the pool, tell your husband to lay on the floor while masturbating and thinking of you, and tell him to see how many times he can cum."

Sasha looks at him in horror as she gets dressed, thinking about what will transpire, and then the man says, "Oh! And I'm not so bad that I'll keep your husband on edge for the rest of the flight. When you get to him and the bitch I sent back there, tell them to both go into the restroom in the back, stare at each other while holding themselves on the edge of orgasm for five minutes, and then to have sex that feels better than anything they've ever experienced, ending in a mutual orgasm."

She looks at him stunned for a moment, but then grabs starts to head back. As she does she looks around to see if anyone saw anything, but it appears most people have headphones on and are engrossed in their phones. Suddenly, she sees a twenty something year old man look sheepishly at her and feels a rush of profound embarrassment. Soon after, her legs twist together momentarily as the thought nearly pushes her to another orgasm. She keeps walking and sees the flight attendant from earlier talking to a passenger, leaning over so as to expose the most amount of cleavage to him as she can. Sasha sighs, and approaches her husband.