Only I Can Answer That

The plane slowly and gently came to a stop. Refreshment slut pulled open our seatbelt, then pulled her pussy from my dick, and stood to straighten her uniform. All the flight sluts followed suit, checking their hair and wardrobe. We all stood up. The pilot compartment door rattled and opened.

The captain was a commanding. statuesque woman with jet-black, wavy hair. She briefly glanced at the flight sluts and nodded as they stood at attention, looking straight ahead. The pilot was stunningly beautiful. Her dark hair was set off by her alibaster complexion. She had to be at least 6 feet tall, and perfectly proportioned with long legs, slender, with dangerous curves. She wore an opaque body stocking with a short, pleated skirt in the trademark navy blue livery of SF1.

Her nipples were prominent beneath the skin tight fabric of her uniform, her posture impeccable on 5” silver heels. She extended her hand, and I thought to shake her it in greeting. But instead, she wrapped it around my hard on and began to jack me off.

“Hello, Master,” she said. “I’m the pilot, and this is my co-pilot,” indicating a very young-looking, large breasted sprite with strawberry blonde hair standing just behind her in the small cockpit.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face, and a privilege to meet you hand to cock.”

The co-pilot smiled and reached past the pilot’s waist to stimulate my cockhead with the light touch of her soft fingers.

Behind me, the coach sluts were filing out in a sexy queue, watching as my cock was pleasured by the two beauties from the cockpit.

The captain said, “We were wondering, if you have time before you disembark, would it please you to cum in our mouths? We’d really love to blow you.”

I pulled the stretchy body stocking down in the front to expose her full tits and gasped at their size and perfection. I nodded to the pilot and the cutey co-pilot, and gently pushed them to their knees, where they immediately started to blow me.

It was awesome getting a double hummer from two sluts who were so strikingly different from each other, and yet still so knock down, drag out gorgeous. The pilot alternated between sucking and tit-fucking, while for her part, the little co-slut bobbed her head up and down while cupping my balls in her warm hands. At the same time, I got to watch the sexy struts of the slutty coach passengers as they walked by me while I was getting a blowjob. Yeah, it was awesome.

It was so awesome, I came hard in the pilot’s cleavage, and the hot little co-pilot dove her tongue between the massive tits to lick it up. Just for good measure, I stuck my dick back in each of their mouths for a few more minutes of mouth fucking each, while they climaxed on their knees, and blasted a separate load for each of them down their throats.

They stood and thanked me, still stroking my cock, when I remembered that my Facilitators and I must be here for some reason, so I tongue-fucked the pilot’s mouth while fondling the co-pilot’s tits, and then took my leave of the two lovely, multi-skilled sluts.

A car was waiting, of course, and after a short ride through a city brimming with gorgeous, mostly naked women of all types in all colors of stockings and high heels, we pulled up to a large building made completely of glass.

Inside, there was a large chair and a few long divans scattered about an open space. The floor was mirror tile.

“This is your home, Master,” my left Facilitator said.

“With 200 million sluts for you to fuck all over this, your planet, you would waste valuable fuck time traveling to get to them all. Instead of that, they will all come here to you.”

The right Facilitator was bent over, with my dick in her ass, but she managed to explain between my thrusts and her groaning orgasms, “Each slut is required to visit Capitol City at least once during their 12-year life re-cycle of 18 to 30 years old. That means that you will be having at least 1 or 2 fresh cunts every hour, in perpetuity to fuck, finger, or masturbate on.”

“Yes, Master. Asses, tits, mouths, cunts... any hole is yours to use. You may do as you please, when you please, as long as you please.”

“And we will be with you always, guaranteeing through our link, that it is ALWAYS done to your perfect satisfaction.”

They guided me to my chair, and seated themselves on the dildos portruding from the armrests. I placed a finger on each of their clits and played with them. How I love the way they squirm to my touch! They each brought their own hands to my lap to continuously fondle my genitals every chance they could.

“Oh, Master,” right Facilitator purred. “You are going to be fondled, fucked, stroked....”

“Licked, sucked...” left Facilitator added.

“And pleasured forever. It’s the rules,” they both smiled warmly as we climaxed.

Approaching my chair now were 5 hot sluts in long, see-through robes that fluttered out from their perfectly formed bodies.

“And, right Facilitator whispered, there will be surprises.”

Left Facilitator agreed and said, “But, as your rules describe, they will always be pleasant surprises.”

With a sigh of satisfaction I never would have imagined, I gazed out onto my city of sluts through the glass walls of my palace and the 5 eager sex sluts posing in front of me, ready to serve my every dirty desire.

“Shall we begin?”

—The End