The business woman and her assistant

Marnie stepped into the busy departure lounge and was struck by the noise and atmosphere. There were hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people waiting for their flights.

All trapped in here with you, said Uhazral sounding deviously dangerous in Marnie’s mind.

Undeterred, Marnie went for a coffee; heading towards the familiar green and white mermaid logo. It would be half sugar but it would be lovely.

Sitting down in the café chair, scanning the departure notices for her flight, Marnie felt the buzz of her phone. Two Snapchat messages for her attention and the first was from “Sis”. What would Katie be sending?

Without thinking, Marnie hit the ghost icon and was treated to 15 seconds of porn. A shaved pussy rode up and down on a cock, the loop end of a bright pink condom bouncing up and down. The second message, from “BF” showed Stephen kneeling on bed, his erect cock pointing towards Katie, while she, wearing her newly bought strap-on cock, pointed towards him. They’d drawn in a stick figure Marnie, getting spit-roasted between the two cocks and written “miss you already!” in a scrawl over the picture.

Wow. The idea of the two carrying on wild nights and kinky days without her wasn’t really a thought Marnie had considered before. She wasn’t sure how she felt out it.

The look of shock – perhaps revolution – on the face of the business woman in an expensive suit next to her gave Marnie reason to focus on other concerns. The woman, in her early 40s perhaps, hair tied up in a bun, had clearly seen her screen.

Beside the shocked business woman was a younger man. He looked embarrassed. He was witness in an ill-fitting suiting who looked to be fresh enough to be on his first day of his first job out of college.

Just has Uhazral had once let Marnie know what Cathy was thinking, back that day she put on the cursed necklace, the demon shared the thoughts of the woman.

She’s going to tell security about you. She’s going to label you a sexual danger and demand you’re banned from boarding the airplane, explained the dark voice inside her.

She doesn’t really care. All she wants to do is be able to describe in graphic detail what she’s just seen. She wants to see what her young, male, assistant does. She wants to watch his trousers closely, see if he gets an erection and if he does she’ll double-down on those details. Or if airport security does; she just wants to give the men a hard-on. She wants to examine your phone for more explicit photographs.

Shit, thought Marnie. Frustrated and annoyed.

Can’t you just take care of it? Aren’t you good for any practical help at all? Marnie challenged Uhazral back.

Your wish is my command.

Shit-shit. It was too late; Marnie realised her mistake. Thoughts and demands needed to be carefully marshalled around this corrupting demon. Already the warmth between her legs was building and already she found herself wondering about the young assistant’s cock as well.

“Come with me,” ordered the business woman. Marnie found herself standing. As did the assistant. This was going to be bad but it wasn’t in herself to resist any longer. Uhazral’s unnatural power was at work.

“There’s a business class lounge for one of the Arabian airlines this way. They’ve no flights for hours. It’ll probably be empty. Follow.” The business woman headed off at a pace, her power heels clipping on the airport floor.

Marnie found herself following in silence, her skin prickling with anticipation and her mind racing with desire. The assistant limped along as well, trying to keep up despite his evident erection.

The business woman nodded in the direction of a business man with an equally expensive suit, “See him, George. I’d have you kneel in front of him and suck his cock. I’d like to watch that.” Her assistant, George, just swallowed and said nothing.

“He reminds me of my ex. If so; he’d have two sons. I’d tie him to a chair and make him watch you get tag teamed by the boys,” the woman shared with Marnie. “I’d stroke his cock but not let him cum. He deserves that much.”

As she shared these fantasies, she hurried onto the distant and semi-private lounge.

“Oh, and her…” it was a woman who had caught her attention this time, “I’d tie her to the boardroom table and have you fuck her ass. George, you’d do it on videocall so the whole company could watch.”

The business woman glanced back at Marnie, “Whereas you and your sister would kidnap her for me. You’d fuck her in the back of an stolen fan with those strap-ons you like while I drove around and around the city”.

She’d only just finished speaking when a door slid open to reveal the entrance to a very posh business class lounge. At the desk waited an extremely pretty Arabian woman, wearing the uniform of her airline, a veil half covering her face in token compromise to Eastern and Western cultures

So innocent, murmured Uhazral.

All it took was a flash of a platinum card and the business woman had both Marnie and George whisked inside.

The lounge was empty. No other passengers, no other airline staff, just the desk girl on the other side of the glass wall.

“This way,” the business woman marched around the corner.

“Strip!” she ordered George.

The young man obeyed immediately, shoes off first, then socks, trousers and pants – anything to free his rock hard cock. He was a big guy. Marnie knew she was licking her lips and she knew she didn’t care.

As he stripped the still nameless business woman tore at the hanging blinds that covered the window; not to block the view in from the tarmac to the lounge but to rip off the thin rope-cord used to open and close the dangling strips of fabric. She’d made herself an impromptu whip.

“On your hands and knees, George, face the slut.” George complied, naked, his long shaft daggering towards the carpet as he faced Marnie.

“Like this miss Elizabeth?... Ouch!”

The rope-cord-whip smacked against his bare backside. “No talking unless I allow it.”

Elizabeth sat down in a comfortable chair and beckoned for Marnie, “On my lap, you slut, sit sideways and facing me.”

Marnie did as instructed. Competing emotions raced against each other. This was thrilling. This was weird. Was she controlling this? Did she have any control at all? On the plus side – Elizabeth was not reporting her to the police for being a sexual deviant. On the negative side – her body might very well explode, thanks to Uhazral, unless it got cock soon. Perhaps leaving Stephen behind had been a bad idea.

“Crawl, do a lap of these sofas!” Elizabeth punctuated her order by lashing young George again, “I’ll remove a strap for each lap you do.”

The naked man, on his hands and knees, began to crawl around the executive club floor. As he completed the first lap, Elizabeth, with Marnie comfortably settled on her lap, threw off the first halter strap.

Marnie felt the business woman’s finger tips brush against her now exposed breast. At last, some sexual contact.

George kept going, his cock wagging around, back and forth, as he shuffled on the floor.

Elizabeth dropped the second strap from the dress. Marnie’s clothes fell into a pile around her and on the business woman’s knees.

“Come George, heel and kneel.” Elizabeth barked another instruction to her suffering assistant. He did as instructed, returning to kneel in front of his mistress, his eyes devouring Marnie’s exposed breasts.

“Lean back,” ordered the business woman to George, “More, more… put your hands behind you… more!”

George did his best to comply, sitting on his knees, leaning further and further back, his hands on the floor behind him – a position designed to thrust his long cock out in front of the two women.

“He’s mine,” Elizabeth said to Marnie, “but I’m going to let you fuck him”.

Good! Marnie felt her body respond immediately, her pussy already soaking with anticipation.

“While we watch!” Elizabeth sounded thrilled.

It took a second for Marnie to catch on. “We?” She tore her eyes off George’s impressive dickmeat and looked up. There was someone else in the lounge!

The business man looked to be in his late sixties, more than a little over weight, balding and clutching a brief case like a shield. His face was red, staring at the scene in front of him, his mouth agape in wonder.

Elizabeth gave George another nasty lashing with her improved whip.

She doesn’t understand, explained Uhazral. She thinks this is normal. He, however, is about to scream. I can fix him too.

Marnie squeezed her eyes shut and thought for just a second. What other option did she have? Do it, she instructed the corruptor.

The business man’s demeanour changed immediately, “I’ll buy the first fuck,” he offered Elizabeth, “Ten thousand for the girl on your lap.”

“Sold!” Elizabeth was excited, her fingers reaching up to brush over Marnie’s pert nipples. “Sir, if you’d just sit there. Naked.”

The elderly man stripped as quickly as George, casting his own clothes on the ground on top of the pile made by the assistant. His body was not similar. Where George was young and fit, muscled and flat, blessed with a huge cock and now marked with lashes from Elizabeth’s whip the newcomer was flabby and with an unremarkable cock.

It would do. Marnie struggled to accept her own thoughts. It wouldn’t do at all… it was too small, no, wait, that wasn’t it, she didn’t want to fuck this old guy. She wanted to fuck George. Both? Could she have them both?

The man sat down to face the scene of debauchery and spread his legs. His cock stood up proud between them.

“Go to him,” ordered Elizabeth, “Sit on his lap, impale your cunt and ride that bastard.”

Marnie found herself following instructions. She slid to her feet, causing her dress to fall away completely and walked naked over to the elderly man.

His hands went up to greet her, rough and wrinkled on her hips. “You’re worth every penny,” he stated, pulling Marnie towards himself.

“Do it!” urged Elizabeth from behind a prostrate, still painfully erect George.

Marnie felt her willpower crumbling, caving in and folding up. She lifted her knees up, positioning them on either side of the unfamiliar man’s lap and sat down on his cock.

Bliss.

The stranger’s cock thrust inside of her hot folds.

Marnie lifted up, looking over her shoulder to where George and Elizabeth watched, and thrust back down. At least this position gave her some control. She could fuck this old guy as quickly or as slowly as she wanted.

She knew what she wanted. She wanted cock now, quickly and roughly. Leaning forward to press her chest against the guy’s face, Marnie rose up and thumped down again, again and again, pounding her body against his.

Hands reached around from behind her. Male hands. George groped her breasts.

Even as the older chap’s cock filled her pussy, Marnie could feel George move into position behind her, lining his larger cock up against her backside.

“Fuck her from behind,” Elizabeth gave the instruction and it was done.

Two cocks. Marnie was filled with two cocks as she sat astride a guy old enough to be her grandfather.

George flinched, thrusting forward, pushing harder and deeper into Marnie as Elizabeth gave him another lash of her whip. “I said FUCK HER!”