Oh Yes

By the time I was halfway down the first side of the aisle, there were sluts behind me in the seats on the other side of the aisle that were playing with my ass. I could feel their hands caressing. I could feel warm, wet tongues licking my crack, and slender fingers probing, seeking, finding and massaging my prostate. All the while, there would be another new, half naked slut seated in front of me with sexy legs crossed, worshipping my cock.

The Facilitators would whisper in my ears, telling me what dirty girls these all are, how they crave my cum, how I can take them any way I want.

If I was getting a particularly fine blowjob, I would reward it by having that slut turn around with her knees on the seat so I could fuck her pussy, her ass, or both.

I had already started my way up the other row of seats. I had cum over 70 times, and every one of them felt like the first one I’d had in months. At least, physically. Mentally, I was completely sex crazed. I was fucking mouths, fucking tits, pussies, asses. I was being jacked off into stockings. Everywhere I looked, my eyes were filled with the most erotic activity I’d ever seen. Sluts in lingerie were cumming continuously, hard orgasms that were triggered simply by the act of worshipping my cock.

My eyes were glazed, I was practically drooling. By the time I had run the complete gauntlet of over 100 slutty coach babes and returned to my seat in First Class, I was babbling about how hot they all were, with the almost sexually insane idea of starting the gauntlet all over again, which I knew every one of those dirty girls would have loved to have happen.

I was spared from acting on that impulse by the pilot’s announcement.

“Attention, Sir, and all sluts. We are about to begin our descent. Please return to your seats. Place trays and seats in the upright position and fasten your seatbelts. Flight Sluts, please prepare the cabin.”

Blue Eyes looked at me over her shoulder. She was currently standing about a foot in front of me, giving eye candy by displaying her beautiful ass and legs. “Please, Sir, as a safety precaution, would you mind rotating the coach seats back to their original orientation?”

“Of coursh...”I was still a bit sex-fogged, but on my command, I watched on the coach monitor as the seats pivoted 90 degrees and realigned, and frowned a little at the loss of such a wondrous sight as all those hot legs were, once again, hidden from view.

Refreshment slut and Blue Eyes escorted 24B back to her assigned seat in coach, and promised to return before final approach to insure our readiness for landing.

I buckled in with my Facilitators once more in their “upright positions”, still massaging my dick with a double handjob. I noticed they had crossed their legs and smiled. They are so good to me.

Nevertheless, First Class, which had been crowded for a while with quivering females, seemed suddenly, almost empty and quiet.

I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, listened to the distant roar of the jet engines mounted on the wings some 20 rows behind me, and enjoyed the throbbing pleasure in my cock, as it was handled by true experts.