She’s A Winner

While the flight slut who brought the ice cubes (and who was also a freshly fucked, fully functional Facilitator) finished stripping, I thought that now would be a good time for at least one addition to the Rulebook. I had the time to think of a few, in between pleasure waves from all 3 Facilitators and the extraordinary session of cocksucking and ice massage they provided. After rejecting most of the ideas because they were either too complicated, or because the sexual intensity of my situation prevented the necessary focus on anything other than what all these hot fucking sluts were doing to me, I settled on a simple one that was foolproof.

Rule: The word, “strip” means removal of all clothing EXCEPT stockings, high heels, and garter belt (if applicable).

I liked stockings and the way they complimented sexy legs, and all the females on this, my world, had fabulously sexy legs, the kind of legs any man would happily jack off to for hours, as often as possible, and shoot cum all over them. But, I wasn’t just any man. No, I was the ONLY man, so if I wanted to jack off on one of my millions of slut’s legs, then those legs were going to be stocking clad.

I am also a big fan of high heels. What they do to a woman’s posture, stride, and overall shape never fails to generate brain porn for me. Yes, high heels are a “must have”, at all times.

Garter belts, while not always a requirement for holding up stockings with stay-up elastic, nevertheless are a triumph of form over a sometimes unnecessary function. The way the straps stretch and frame the succulent curves of the female ass makes it a damn shame to take them off, when leaving them on is such a dick twitching visual thrill. So, if a female is wearing one, this new rule would make it understood that getting “naked” for me does not mean taking off the garter belt.

I set the Rulebook aside just as Facilitator right was jacking off my load into Facilitator left’s mouth. Refreshment slut was happily displaying her tits to enhance my orgasm, which I thoroughly appreciated.

24B chose that moment to enter through the passage from coach into First Class, escorted by yet another uniformed flight slut, a dark-haired, creamy skinned stunner with the bluest eyes I ever saw.

“This is 24B, Sir,” Blue Eyes began. “We, your slutty staff, who are only here to make your flight on SF1 the most pleasurable experience possible, most especially for you, Sir, have conducted a little survey among the rest of our lovely passengers in coach. While they watched the activities taking place up here in First Class on our complimentary in-flight closed circuit, high definition tv screens...”

“Whoa! Wait a second!” I interrupted. “You’re telling me that the rest of the passengers, everyone in coach, was watching me fucking and blowing my wad over and over again???”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied. “I hope it is alright. All of the passengers in coach are totally drop-dead beautiful, with big tits, perfect asses, long shapely legs, and they were all watching and masturbating to it non-stop. Your Facilitators assured us it would be ok..”

“OK?! Fuck! It’s hot as fuck! I would have enjoyed watching THEM!”

“Ah,” she smiled, clearly relieved. “I’m sure we could arrange that if you like. But, as I was saying, we handed out a little questionnaire and asked everyone who wanted to fill it out to do so. It was 100% voluntary, of course, but I’m very happy to say that all but 2 of the coach sluts handed in their survey.”

“Why do you think 2 of them did not?” I was curious.

“Well, it’s not so much that they refused. It’s more like they were so involved in masturbating and cumming that I don’t think they really were aware of much else. Our complimentary electronic devices, combined with the visual stimulation of seeing your cock shooting cum, was all the 2 of them could focus on.”

“I see,” I chuckled, with more than just a little pride. “So, tell me about this survey.” 24B stood quietly watching my shining dick sliding in and out of the Facilitators mouths, as they took turns orally trading the throbbing tool back and forth between them. Refreshment slut was grazing her nipples lightly back and forth on my balls.

Blue Eyes continued while she slowly began to pull up the hem of her skirt to show me some more leg, just as a pleasure wave vibrated over me, making my toes curl and bringing forth a satisfied groan from me, as well as all 3 Facilitators.

“The survey was a simple one, consisting of a single question: If you could go to First Class right now for the pleasure of servicing the Master’s cock, the only cock in the world, how would you do it?”

Another pleasure wave engulfed us, just thinking about how wonderful it is to be in a reality where such a survey could actually exist. This place just kept getting better!

“After looking at all the responses one by one, seeing how they ranged from fucking hot to amazingly fuckably hot, I must tell you, Master, choosing a winner was hard.” She groaned when she said “hard”, and with her eyes half closed, she slowly, teasingly, inched the hem of her skirt just a little higher. Her stocking tops were now visible, as well as a glimpse of her mouth-watering thighs. Blue Eyes had some sexy fucking legs, the kind that deserved to be jack-off material. “I have to admit, Sir, that as I was reading through them one by one, I masturbated almost constantly, and lost count of my orgasms. You have some very slutty cunts back there in coach, Sir!”

“So, 24B here must have been pretty special, I imagine,” I said. 24B certainly looked special, with her big tits bulging out from the top of her red lace corset, slender waste, and super-short black leather skirt.

“Her response was so unique, so original, so XXX rated, that even with all the other truly hot responses from all those other truly hot, horny, masturbating cunts back there, hers stood out. Like her tits stand out. Do you like how her tits stand out, Sir?”

“Yes I do.”

“Please, perv then, stare at them all you want, Sir. That’s what they are for! Now, 24B, please tell our beloved Master how you responded to our little survey.”

She seemed a little shy. Her head was tilted slightly downward, but she looked up at me with her green eyes as she softly spoke. “I wrote: If I could go to First Class to service the Master’s beautiful cock, I would give him a blowjob.”

“Oh? Please 24B, I mean no offense, but I have been getting blowjobs practically non-stop for 2 days.”

Blue Eyes had her skirt completely pulled up around her waist now, and was slowly stroking her finger up and down her slick cunt. “Please let her explain, Master.”

24B took a timid step forward and handed me a small folded piece of paper. I took it gently from her hand and looked questioningly first at her, then at Blue Eyes, who was smiling beautifully at me, showing her perfect white teeth and very close to cumming. “Tell him,” she said, closing her eyes again and arching her back, thrusting out her big titties and bracing for the climax. Her nipples were swollen and highly erect.

“I want to give you a blowjob, using only my asshole on your cock, Sir.”

While she said this, I’d opened the folded paper to find a beautifully sketched picture of my cockhead engulfed by, presumably, her perfectly lovely little pink asshole.

Blue Eyes shuddered, gasping into her orgasm.

As did I.