by Violet Blue
He dropped the toilet seat and pushed her down onto it, kneeling and curling his body into a ball so that he could get his face between her legs. Vanessa’s eyes went wide as she spread her thighs for him and felt his tongue on her clit, pressing expertly against it as he began to finger her. She moaned softly, frightened but unable to stop herself, praying that the noise of the engines and the wind would cover the sounds of her excitement. Daniel’s tongue wriggled between Vanessa’s lips and lapped at her slick pussy. She whispered, “Yes, yes,” but he didn’t need any encouragement; he moved from her pussy to her clit and back again, building her up slowly until she was pulsing with anticipation. His hands moved up her body and caressed her tits. Vanessa arched her back and pressed her breasts into his grasp.
She felt his palms against her firm buds and then felt him working them with his thumbs, first rubbing, then gently pinching. Vanessa always came like a rocket when she felt a tongue on her clit and her nipples being pinched; it was as if the “stranger” knew this instinctively. “Harder,” she begged him, and he didn’t ask whether she meant harder on her clit or harder on her nipples; he gave her both, his tongue pressing roughly and rhythmically on her clitoris as he pinched her nipples so hard it would have hurt terribly if she hadn’t been so turned on that all she could feel was pleasure. She grasped at the aluminum handrails as the airplane bucked and swayed a little; was it turbulence or Vanessa’s orgasm? They came shuddering on her at the same time, pleasure overwhelming her as the sudden movement of the airplane tossed her easily up in the air. She felt as if she was floating in space, Daniel’s tongue and fingers her only connection to the world. She came hard, biting her lip to keep from moaning louder. Then came the sound of the intercom.
“Ladies and gentleman, the Captain has turned on the ‘fasten seat belts’ sign; we should be experiencing turbulence for the next few minutes. If you’re up around the cabin, please return to your seats at this time until the Captain has turned off the ‘fasten seat belts’ sign.”
“Quick,” she gasped. “Before they catch us.”
She reached down and pulled him to his knees, groping desperately at his belt and unzipping his pants. She reached in and found a very hard, very large cock tucked into his respectable silk boxers. With great effort, Vanessa bent forward and took it in her mouth, tasting the hard cock. All those years of yoga had finally paid off; despite the awkward position, she could get her mouth halfway down Daniel’s cock, and it tasted marvelous. She ran her tongue all over the head of his cock; he was already oozing pre-come.
There was a knock at the door.
“Excuse me, the Captain has turned on the ‘fasten seat belts’ sign. You’ll have to return to your seat.”
She reluctantly pulled her mouth off his cock, knowing that they had to work fast.
“Just a moment!” she called. “I’m feeling sick. I’ll be right out.”
She bent forward and licked his cock a few more times, then looked up at him, made eye contact, and whispered, “Fuck me.”
It wasn’t easy doing so. As petite as Vanessa was, he was rather large—in body, not just in cock. She struggled into position with her knees on the seat of the toilet, her ass in the air, her skirt bunched around her waist. She reached back, parting her lips with her fingers as she felt Daniel position himself behind her, his hard cock pressing urgently between her bare cheeks. Shifting, Vanessa felt her stockings catch on the edge of the aluminum surface and rip. She didn’t care; she pushed back against him and spread her legs as far as she could in the cramped space.
“Fuck me,” she repeated.
He was inside her in an instant, her pussy swollen and tight with arousal—but dripping wet. As tight as it felt, and as big as he was, it went in easily. She loved getting fucked from behind; she felt as if she could feel every vein of the big cock, every contour of his organ. He reached around and took Vanessa’s breasts in his hands, pinching the nipples and making her gasp as he fucked her from behind, faster and faster.
She managed to lean back, put her hand on his face, and kiss him gingerly as he leaned over. God, she wanted him. She wanted him everywhere.
“Do you want to give me more?” she whispered.
He looked at her, eyes wide, and nodded slowly.
Vanessa leaned forward, exhaling as she felt his cock slip out of her. She reached into the pocket of her blouse and found the tiny pillow of lube she’d placed there. Breaking it open with her teeth, Vanessa reached back behind her legs and found the hard cock waiting for her, then drizzled lube over its head.
She lifted her hips and wriggled her ass, guiding his cockhead between her cheeks, helping him find the right place.
“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.
Disbelieving, he hesitated. Vanessa pushed back onto him, feeling his cockhead, slick with lube and with her pussy, pressing against her asshole. She pushed harder, and finally he started to believe she wanted it that way. The gentle roll of his hips met hers, and Vanessa’s eyes went wide as she felt his cockhead entering her.
“Oh god,” she whispered. “Yes. There. Right there.”
Without any warm-up, it was almost too intense for Vanessa to take. There was a quick flush of pain, melting into a wave of fear and an urge to pull off him. But Vanessa had been wanting it like this for as long as she could remember. It wasn’t just being fucked in an airplane restroom—it was being fucked like this, in the ass, on her knees, in the dirtiest way possible, her begging for it, asking for it, pushing herself onto this “stranger’s” cock. Despite the initial discomfort, Vanessa felt her ass relaxing, felt it opening to accept the shaft as the businessman slid it into her, as she pushed back onto him, impaling herself on his cock.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh god yes.”
As good as it felt, she never would have come again with him fucking her pussy. But now, as she felt his cock filling her ass, pushing down into her G-spot, she knew she was going to come—and fast.
The plane lurched, swayed. Another knock on the door. “Ma’am, are you all right?”
“I’ll be out in a minute!” Vanessa called. Then, under her breath, “Fuck me in the ass,” she begged. “Fuck me hard.”
He began to fuck her gently, gingerly. “Harder,” she moaned softly, and he started fucking her the way she wanted it. She reached down and started to rub her clit, faster, faster, in circles as he pumped her ass. She had to bite her lip hard this time to keep herself from screaming as she came—it was so intense she thought she might pass out, but it was just the plane swaying and throbbing with the turbulence, forcing their bodies together, forcing her harder onto his cock. She heard him groan behind her, felt his cock, so tight in her ass, pulsing as he came. She forced herself back rhythmically onto him, her body still contracting with her own orgasm as he finished his.
It was several more minutes before she could pull off him, struggle around, and kiss him. She fastened her bra, buttoned up her blouse, and pulled down her skirt. She could feel his come leaking out of her ass, slick and hot between her cheeks.
She kissed him one more time, then opened the door. Squeezing out, she saw the young, pretty stewardess standing close—not quite close enough to see that Vanessa wasn’t alone in there, but close enough to give her a head start.
“Are you all right, miss?” the flight attendant asked.
“I’m sorry,” said Vanessa. “I got a little airsick.”
“Well, let me help you back to your seat,” said the flight attendant, irritated. Vanessa made a show of being weak and wobbly on her legs, but it wasn’t much of an act. She could feel the come leaking down the backs of her thighs, oozing out of her. She glanced back just in time to see that he had slipped out of the restroom while the flight attendant was occupied. He was now ensconced comfortably in his seat, his tie knotted flawlessly.
As soon as she disembarked, Vanessa rushed to the nearest airport bar and had a stiff Scotch. She could still feel her ass—slick in the center, sticky on the ch
eeks, with trailing moisture drying slowly down her thighs, sticking her businesslike skirt to her flesh. Just the thought of it made her feel warm again, a surge going through her body as she thought of what had been done to her—in the restroom of an airplane, the naughtiest place possible.
She stopped in a nearby restroom and fished her extra pair of panties out of her carry-on bag. She slipped into them and felt much safer, though a very slutty part of her missed the feel of come dripping down the backs of her thighs. She rushed to baggage claim and found her red suitcase circling forlornly on the carousel.
Outside, she found Daniel already waiting for her in the rental car—an anonymous copper-colored four-door. He smiled as she tossed her suitcase in back, got into the passenger’s seat, and kissed him.
“Have a good flight?” he smirked, running his fingers through her hair.
Vanessa ran her hand down the red-and-blue striped silk tie Daniel wore.
“Out of this world,” she smiled. “But I can’t wait to get out of these clothes.”
“Me neither,” he said, and put the rental car in gear.
Tonight
ELIZABETH COLVIN
I’ve been saving it for you. I know it’s a big fantasy of yours; you confessed as much after our long first night of making love, when we both lay tangled in the sheets. I’ve even showed you my cock, watching as you squirmed a little, contemplating what it would feel like to take it inside you. You seemed so titillated that I’ve done this before, that I seemed so casual about it. Maybe you thought I’d want to do it right away, and in one sense I really, really did. But I’ve saved it, waiting for the perfect moment to surprise you with it.
I know tonight’s the night. It’s a Friday night; both of us have had long days at work. While you’re downstairs making dinner, I take a long hot shower, feeling my muscles relax and my pulse quicken as I think about what I’m going to do to you tonight. I step out of the shower, towel dry, and take out the strap-on harness. As I fit the dildo into place and step into the harness, I picture you splayed before me, taking my cock into your ass. I can feel the pulse of my pussy as I buckle up the straps of the harness.
I put on a T-shirt without a bra and a faded pair of jeans just tight enough to display the long, hard bulge plainly in front. I go downstairs to the kitchen, where you’re chopping vegetables. Your butt looks so good in those boxer shorts you’re wearing; I get more excited as I come up behind you, put my arms around you, and grind my crotch against your ass.
You tense against me, then relax. I put my lips very close to your ear and breathe warmly. “I’ve got a very special surprise for you tonight,” I tell you, just as you realize what the bulge against your ass means.
You catch your breath, squirm against me. I reach down under the counter and feel your cock swelling in your boxers. I smile and kiss your neck, satisfied that I’ve had the desired effect. I back off and go into the dining room to set the table.
All through the delicious dinner, I can see the anticipation and nervousness on your face. I can see you shifting uncomfortably in your seat.
When we’ve both finished, I smile and ask if you’d like to watch some TV. You catch my drift right away; we go into the living room and recline on the couch. You relax into the soft cushions and I lay alongside you, careful to place myself in the superior position, atop you, leaning hard, letting you know that you can’t get away. I know you want this; I know you want it even more than I do. But even if you changed your mind, there’s a part of me that wouldn’t care. Part of me would wrestle you down, drag your ass up high in the air, and give it to you without lube, listening to you scream as I take your ass with all the force of a heartless, uncaring bastard, the bastard you so sweetly need me to become. I know there’s always a chance of you backing out, chickening out on me. And there’s a part of me that wants you to, so that I can date-rape you. You think you can flash that adorable ass at me in those tight boxer shorts and then not give it up, you tease? Not a chance. You’re going to put out whether you want to or not—you know it and I know it, and that’s why I’m so fucking wet.
You seem to be paying extra attention not to touch my crotch—maybe a little frightened of it? But I can see that your cock is half-hard under your boxers.
You pick up the remote and ask what I’d like to watch. “Start the DVD player,” I tell you, and you do. The wide-screen TV is filled with an image of a gorgeous guy down on his knees, using his mouth on a woman’s strap-on. He’s young, younger than you, and she’s a standard-issue porn bimbo. But her strap-on is huge, and he’s sucking her cock as if it’s the sweetest thing in the world. He’s sucking her cock as if he’s desperate for it. Her cock is peach colored, just like mine, matching her light skin tone so that it almost looks as if she’s a hermaphrodite wearing a leather cock ring. Almost like it’s a real cock. Almost like she’s going to shoot her come all over his face, down his throat. Or is it that she’s going to roll him over and shove her cock up his ass, filling him up with her magical sperm? My pussy is tense, so tense, swollen with anticipation and hunger, alive with all the possibilities of having a cock.
I feel you squirming. I put my arms around you and kiss your neck.
I’m a little afraid I’ve gone too far too fast; after all, I’ve done this before many times, and you haven’t. “Shhhh,” I tell you soothingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow. You’ll open right up for me. That ass of yours is beautiful. I’ll slick you up right before I ram my cock in you.” You tense at my aggressive words—but then you seem to relax, knowing I’ll take care of you. I always have, and I always will.
We sink into the couch and begin kissing, my nipples hardening under the T-shirt as you run your hands over them. I stroke you through your shorts, feeling how hard you’ve gotten—hard, insistent, as you grind your hips against my hand. You want me to jerk you off? You want me to suck your dick? On any other night, that’s exactly what I’d do—I’m as hungry, as savage, as much of a little piggy as you are. I want to suck you as bad as you want to suck me—but you need it more. So tonight I’m the one who’s going to get sucked. You’re the little cockwhore, down on your knees servicing me. You’re going to swallow me, deep throat me, and then you’re going to roll over and put your ass in the air.
Your hands feel good on my breasts, but I want you to feel the tool that’s going to violate you, make you mine. I take one of your wrists and push your hand down into my crotch. Your fingers curve around my bulge, stroking it as if it were a real cock, your body tensing as if every stroke of your hand reminds you of how it’s going to feel sliding down your virgin throat, being pushed up into your virgin ass. I moan softly as if it was really my cock; the feel of pressure on the base of the dildo is rubbing my clit and I almost think I could come. I almost think you could jerk me off. And the best thing about my cock is that when I shoot my load it doesn’t go soft. It just gets harder, and I get hornier than ever. I stroke your cock as you stroke mine—and then, to my surprise, you bend down and unzip my pants.
You look up at me, a little scared, a lot hungry. God, you look like a fourteen-year-old girl about to suck her lover’s cock for the first time—just like I was, ten years ago, when I did it the first time. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—your gorgeous face, about to be penetrated by my hard cock. Your gorgeous face, not knowing if it belongs to a fag or a whore or a little virgin girl—just knowing, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that it belongs to a cocksucker.
“You give head, baby? You suck cock? Yeah, I’ve been wanting you to suck my cock since I first laid eyes on you. Suck it. Come on, don’t be shy. I won’t tell anyone. Just suck it. I know you want to.”
And you do, looking up at me a little scared at first, but then giving in as a rush of sudden hunger comes over you. You take my cock in your mouth and swallow it.
It’s been a long time since I had a lover who was willing to play this way with me; I feel my pulse pounding as I watch you savoring my cock, sucking it. I coax you
on with dirty words: “Oh, yeah, you look so good sucking that…you’re so pretty with your mouth around my cock.” The dirty talk seems to heighten your interest, and you slip your hand down between the straps of the harness to work two fingers inside me, pressing up against my G-string. I run my fingers through your hair as you bring me closer to orgasm, getting still closer when your thumb works its way under the base of the dildo and presses my clit. I could almost believe my cock is real, that you’re sucking me off and I’m about to come in your mouth. The thought sends an explosion of hunger through me and I come, unexpectedly, all of a sudden, in an intense rush of sensation. “Oh yeah,” I tell you. “I’m coming in your mouth. Swallow it….”
But I’m far from satisfied; my cock doesn’t get soft when you suck it off. Rather, my appetite for more of you has been heightened, and I guide you onto your back so that I can lift your legs up over my shoulders and raise your ass off the couch. I put my mouth on your balls, totally ignoring your cock though my mouth is watering for it. Tonight I want to pleasure you another way.
I lick lower and part your cheeks gently, reaching down to take the dental dam from where I’ve placed it under the couch, getting it out of the plastic bag, stretching it between your cheeks. My tongue finds your musky, puckered hole, wriggling inside as I feel it loosening up. You moan as I lick my way up and down your crack. I can tell you’re ready for me, and I smoothly reach under the couch to where I’ve stashed the towel and the lube. I spread the towel on the couch, then lean back and look at you.
“You want this?” I ask, glancing down at my cock. “You want me to fuck you in the ass?”
You nod, hungrily.
“If you want to get fucked, get up on your hands and knees. Put that pretty ass of yours in the air.”
You do it, positioning yourself over the towel the same way I’ve done more times than I could count. You gasp as you feel the cold dribble of lube between your cheeks; I rub more of it on my hand, warming it before sliding one finger into your asshole. You’re really very tight; it excites me that you’ve never done this before. I put more lube on the head of my cock and rub it all over, then gently nuzzle my cockhead into the cleft between your buttocks.