Public. First Class to be specific

You walk up to the First Class line of the nearest plane and cut to the front.

“Hey!” growls the particularly portly fellow behind you, “What the heck do you think you’re doing?! he says, huffing with indignation. The other people in the line grumble their agreement.

“Why are you cutting in line?” you say. “I was already here.”

The ire of the line quickly turns towards him. The man sputters angrily, trying to make excuses, until a flight attendant walks up to him. After a quiet discussion, he shamefacedly walks to the back of the line.

“Do you have a ticket, sir?” asks the steward scanning tickets.

“I don’t need a ticket.” you say haughtily. “I’m John Doe, the owner of SkyBlue Air.”

“I’m sorry, sir!” says the steward, “I didn’t recognize you. Please go right ahead.”

You walk up the ramp and into the plane, taking your seat in the most comfortable first class seat that you can find. To your amusement, it turns out that you’ve taken the fat man’s seat. He tries to make a fuss, but you calmly direct him to the back of the plane. Eventually, after your chair’s TV shows the safety procedures of the plane, you feel the rumbling of the plane taking off.

When the fasten seatbelt sign shuts off, you push your seat back, watch some movies and relax. First class is pretty nice; spacious seats, good food, and the flight attendants waiting on your every need. You admire them as they pass by until one in particular catches your attention. You call her over to assess her more closely. She’s an asian woman, her dark hair tied into a neat bun. Her uniform, a sky blue coat, pencil skirt and tights, clings to her C cup and hips.

“What’s your name?” you ask.

“Scarlet, sir. Is there anything that you need?” she says. You see some tension in her smile. Your intuition tells you to probe further.

“Be honest with me. How do you feel right now?”

“Honestly? I think you’re a creep,” says Scarlet, scowling at you. “I was trying to be professional about it. Most of the time, other people have the decency try and ogle me secretly. You don’t even do that, pervert.” She’s got some sass to her. You’ve made a good choice.

“Okay Scarlet, you are going to be my **** from now on. Call me Master from now on,” you add.

“Yes… Master,” she says reluctantly, “What do you want me to do?”

“Strip and give me a lapdance. We’ll work from there.”

Scarlet sighs and unbuttons her coat. Next, the undershirt and skirt come off. “Alright, that’s enough actually.” you say, leaving Scarlet in her black bra and tights. She then sits on your lap and start to grind against you, pushing her breasts into your chest. Her technique leaves much to be desired, but her obvious discomfort is hot enough to make up for it. As your manhood hardens, it pushes against Scarlet’s crotch, a sensation that she can obviously feel, judging by her squirming. Soon enough, you’re ready for the next stage.

“Alright, Scarlet. It’s time for a blowjob.”

She gives you an exasperated look, but gets down on her knees and slips your pants off. When your enormous cock is exposed, Scarlet is momentarily taken aback. Her eyes widen in surprise and you can see her mouth the words “So big,” before she glances back at you and her expression falls back into a frown. When she finally puts it into her mouth, her blowjob is just as passionless as her lapdance. “C’mon, deeper! And add some enthusiasm!” you admonish, causing her to gag a bit trying to deepthroat you.

“Scarlet?! Oh my God, what are you doing?!”

You look up to see another flight attendant staring in shock at Scarlet, balls deep on your cock. She tries to look up, but you hold her head down, keeping her in place.

“Is there a problem?” you ask the new flight attendant while you get a better look at her. She’s dressed in the same outfit as Scarlet, blonde hair in a similar bun. Her B cup is appreciable, but her ass and child bearing hips are what you’re really interested in.

“Yes, there’s a problem! Airplane staff aren’t supposed to be doing... this sort of thing with passengers!” she practically screams at you.

“Don’t worry about it, Scarlet here is my personal ****,” you say, calming her down. “Actually, you’re pretty sexy too. You’re now my **** as well. Call me Master from now on.”

“Er… Ok. Thank you, Master?” says the blond. “I’m Moira, by the way.”

“Alright Moira, go and tell all the staff the situation here. Don’t want to have any more mistakes like that do we?”

“No sir! I mean Master,” she says, saluting to you, before walking off.”

“And bring back a bottle of the best wine you have,” you call after her before she’s out of earshot.

You’re very near to cumming, and a bout of turbulence pushes you over the edge. You shoot your load down Scarlet’s throat. Once again, you grab her head and shove it down as far as you can, the tip of your prick rubbing against the back of her throat. She chokes on the stream of cum shooting out of you, feebly slapping your thigh to let her up. You don’t relent, and eventually, so much semen fills her mouth that some of it comes out of her nostrils. Eventually, you finish and let go of Scarlet. She staggers backwards, coughing and spitting, before finally catching her breath.

“Will that be all Master?” she asks you, wiping her nose. At the same time, Moira returns with the bottle of wine.

“Ah, Moira, just in time. Scarlet, eat out Moira’s pussy,” you say, taking the bottle from Moira’s hands. This time, she doesn’t even bother to look at you. Moira, for her part, doesn’t seem all that perturbed, spreading her legs and ripping a hole in her tights to give Scarlet easier access. Following your order, Scarlet bends over and starts to lick Moira’s exposed clit. This position, gives you an unobstructed view of Scarlet’s behind. You pull aside her panties and spread her asshole wide. She tries to turn around, but you firmly order her to continue until Moira climaxes, no matter what. That done, you take the bottle in hand and ease it into the hole, wide end first. Scarlet groans as you wedge the bottle in as far as you can. Only the neck of the bottle is still exposed, wiggling absurdly like an excited puppy’s tail.

“Wow. I didn’t expect that to fit all the way,” you say. “Do you have something to tell me, Scarlet?” you ask her mockingly. Even with her tongue glued to Moira’s slit and a bottle of wine shoved up her ass, Scarlet still has enough dignity to roll her eyes at you.

You uncork the bottle, saying “Pour me a glass.” As Moira finally gasps with pleasure, Scarlet tries to aim her wine bottle butt-plug so that most of the drink gets into your glass. She mostly succeeds, surprisingly, making you further question what she did before you met her.

“Will that be all, master?” Scarlet snaps, groaning as she straightens. Moira looks at you awaiting any orders for her as well.

“Get me a blanket, and then your done for now” you say, dismissing both of them. “When you go back, though, go to this address,” you quickly scribble your address on a scrap of paper, “and wait for me there. You can tell your boss to keep paying you, care of me. In fact, give yourself a raise. However much you want.”

“Thank you, master,” the pair of them say, going back to their regular duties. When Scarlet returns with your blanket, you catch her attention again.

“Wait, Scarlet. Keep that bottle in your ass until you land. Then get a bigger butt plug and don’t take it out until I tell you. Or if you need to poop,” you add as an afterthought.

Exhausted, you sleep for the rest of the flight. You only wake up when the stewardesses come back with the final meal before landing. Come to think of it, where is this plane heading? You got on the first flight leaving, without looking at the destination. As if they had heard your thoughts, the pilot starts talking through the plane’s speakers.

“Excuse me, passengers, excuse me. We are now landing in…”