Then there was Tina. She was a true southern belle that was turned on by broken English and accents. Not the brightest, but the woman fucked like a jackhammer when riding him. He had collared her on his last visit and promised to take her on the leash to a party when he next visited.
“Atlanta, this is one-five-niner,” Dan Knight, Gerhard’s copilot said crisply with his slight drawl. He was based out of Atlanta and had often been Gerhard’s tour guide to adult locations when in the USA.
Gerhard, as any good friend would, returned the favor when they partied in Europe. With how often these parties happened, it amazed Gerhard that they had never been pulled from flight status due to the amount of alcohol they had partaken prior to flights.
This trip, however, Gerhard’s favorite stewardess was on the plane. The term stewardess, of course, was no longer politically correct. When Lilyanne, the Brazilian stewardess from El Paso was involved, however, Gerhard was not overly concerned about political correctness.
“Atlanta, please come in, this is flight one-five-nine.”
Two weeks prior on a near empty flight from Berlin to JFK, Gerhard had come out of the cockpit, another politically incorrect title, to stretch his legs.
Lilyanne was in the kitchenette taking a break. “How are the kids?” she asked with her Latino accent exaggerated. Her eyes ran over him as she leaned against the stainless counter. The uniform navy skirt rode up her thigh, showing off perfectly shaped and stockinged legs.
Gerhard was a powerful looking man. Well-muscled arms stretched the short sleeves of his white uniform shirt. A little weight lifting for those and a little footy kept the legs in similar shape. He always felt the straight black uniform slacks were unfair with their near super-hero ability at keeping those legs hidden. He often wondered if these flights would become orgies if he were allowed to wear dress shorts. “They are good. Terrorizing their mother, as usual.”
“They must terrorize you when you are home, no?”
“Of course, but they are much better behaved when I am home.”
Her hand was up and snatched the zipper pull on his fly without notice. “Regardless, you need stress relief.” Tugging the zipper down, her hand was in and quickly pushed underwear aside to wrap her fingers around his quickly forming erection. With him as her tugboat, she pulled him into the lavatory unobserved.
It was by no means their first time together, just their first time together at 35,000 feet.
The navy skirt was lifted and Lilyanne bent over to allow her shaved pussy to eat Gerhard’s recently freed cock. Her skin always held that tan colour…even breasts, ass, and pelvis were the same tone.
“Atlanta, this is one-five-niner, come back?”
With how empty the plane was, Gerhard allowed himself to slam hard into her. Lilyanne had some serious lungs as she pushed her ass back at him just as hard. Her wet pussy usually made it a trick to keep their uniforms looking fresh, and this time was no different. They had each learned to bring a spare uniform, just in case.
His large right hand grabbed her brunette pageboy hair and pulled as they locked eyes in the mirror. His hips clapped against her ass, increasing thrust power with nearing orgasms. Good as this was, it had to be a quickie before anyone else on the flight noticed they were gone.
Lilyanne’s screams hit ultrasonic as she shook…and the plane rocked severely with a crash above.
“What the fuck was that?”
Gerhard snapped back to present realizing that was Dan’s voice, not Lilyanne’s orgasmic scream.
Everything went dark inside the cabin…all power gone. The scream of the plane itself grew as it descended in more of a dive than descent. Then the power clicked back on to show so many red lights flashing.
Training taking over as second nature, Gerhard quickly had the plane controlled and back ascending to the initial cruising altitude. Not truly much effort but one that he expected the passengers would be talking about for years after this trip. “Lightning?” he asked, finally allowing his eyes to glance around at other gauges.
Dan shook his head. “No storms.”
“What was it, then?”
Dan shrugged. “Meteor?”
A quick check of positions and Gerhard made his decision. “We’re landing in Savannah.”
They began procedures for an emergency landing.
Out among the seats, she stepped into the cabin of the plane. The empty flight made it relatively easy to get in unseen.
The few passengers were all chattering about the sudden drop the plane had taken and were too distracted to notice the modelesque six-foot-two brunette with black stiletto pumps, black leather mini-skirt that allowed just a hint of flesh over the top of her stockings and bright pink tank top.
Later, in the hotel room, Gerhard sat back against the head of the bed. “It was a metre wide in the cargo hold. No idea how such a hole got there.”
On her back, Lilyanne refrained from struggling against neither the bindings that held her hands beneath her, nor the ones holding her ankles together. “Asteroid?” Goose bumps dotted her body completely due to the overactive air conditioning.
“Was not a meteor, no.” He thought about explaining the correction but decided to just leave it. “We have no idea what caused it.”
“It was so scary.”
He nodded. The bed shook as he shifted onto his knees. “I know it was. I got us down, though.” He slipped a leg over to straddle her face. “I did it,” he reiterated with a wide grin. His soft cock lowered into her waiting mouth. It hardened quickly.
Lilyanne gagged but kept it in.
IV
Hilton Head International Airport, Savannah, Georgia
The man with the black fedora and green eyes read his newspaper until he caught sight of her. As he anticipated, she was very tall, confident and beautiful. With the egos involved, he knew they would make her body a physical specimen by human standards.
That they had given this body for the mission, however, meant she was not here to simply blend in.
She walked through the terminal, stopping for a moment in front of one sign that said, “Savannah Ground Transportation”. Her head cocked to one side before she continued out and through the glass doors.
Folding his newspaper, the man stood. He wore a black tie over a black shirt and a black two-piece suit over it all. That his clothes remained crisp and dry was odd in this humidity. Unlike the girl, however, he was trained well to blend in. His resemblance to Malcolm McDowell would have shocked anyone seeing him, and yet no one noticed as he followed her out the door.
V
Over the Atlantic en route to Savannah
She awoke in the cargo hold of the 777. Her transport was gone, having disintegrated as it was designed to do, leaving her naked on the deck.
If any human had seen the transport, it would have looked like a tall naked brunette model wrapped in cellophane hurtling in from space and turning towards the underbelly of a plane before puncturing it. Cloaking technology was a wonderful thing when it came to transport, however, and simply deflecting light rays had hidden the pod easily.
An hour previous, as she rounded Earth’s moon at a speed humans could not yet imagine, she had chosen her target on the HUD display…a flying craft that humans called an airplane that had begun on the European continent and would soon be landing in what they called North America. The flight plan had the Earth flight landing in Atlanta…a perfect city to begin her mission as it was big enough, but not too big.
Her plan had included picking a long-distance Earth flight that was nearing its end. In case things went catastrophically wrong, it had to be a craft with minimal fuel. Certainly a crash would kill all the humans on board but unless there was a massive explosion on impact, she should still be able to escape.
To protect herself from potential injury, she allowed herself to fall into stasis-sleep. It was the policy on such operations, when dealing with a body one was not completely used to. Many bodies and forms had brok
en when the mind tensed for the impact, and this alien body would undoubtedly do the same. Stasis-sleep would keep the mind from defending itself and make for a safer boarding of the airplane.
It had gone perfectly.
Sitting up, she waited for her head to clear. Her naked human body shivered and produced goose bumps for the first time. Her training had anticipated all of this.
The craft beneath her pulled out of a fast descent.
A pang of fear struck her. Had her impact caused too much damage? The hole behind her showed open sky as the air whipped from within the craft. The feeling of the craft leveling out, however, took the fear from her. A quick look around the cargo hold and she got up on unsteady feet. On the ground, the complications would come more from gravity, but she had been trained well for that. The bumping of the aircraft, however, still made it difficult.
The engine roar lowered, replaced by the louder wind sounds.
Tugging open the netting of one section, she tossed the first few small cases out the hole before beginning to rummage through suitcases.
Each suitcase was searched and then tossed out the hole. The idea was to leave no evidence and with the flight still likely being over the Atlantic Ocean, no one would realize they were missing items until much later. Even so, leaving DNA or fingerprints to be found would be awkward.
The fourth suitcase she opened was a jackpot. Stockings, a black leather miniskirt, stiletto black pumps, and a pink tank that was slightly too small…although human males would disagree on the point. Having memorized the route, she made her way up to the passenger area.
The few scattered passengers looked frightened. The men gave a few second glances, but no one noticed the newcomer…
…except one six-year-old boy. He found the entire event fascinating and cool, but had no realization of the fetish for rollercoasters that would develop as a result. “Mommy,” he said to the woman huddled in the seat with him. “That lady wasn’t here before.”
“Tommy, don’t point,” she barked and hugged him tighter.
Young Tommy watched as the woman in the too-tight pink tank top sat, but he said nothing more.
A voice came over the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Brohl. We’ve had a mechanical failure and are altering our flight plan for an emergency landing at Hilton Head Airport in Savannah, Georgia. Please make certain your seat belts are fastened and seats and trays are upright. Please follow the cabin crew’s instructions, as we will require passengers to assume crash position. We will be on the ground in three minutes.”
She guessed the voice was European. It took a moment, but from her study, she decided it to be German voice.
The crew checked the passengers at a near sprint. The craft whined as landing gear was lowered into position.
Pretending to be the subservient and frightened passenger, she followed the instructions of the cabin attendant named Lilyanne. The first stirrings of lust entered her head. Lust was definitely an unexpected reaction under the circumstances, but she identified it and put it aside until she could deal with it on the ground.
Complaints of mechanisms continued as the plane dropped faster than normal.
With all others in the crash position, she sat back up and looked out the window. Below were the green and then the grey of pavement to land on. She wished she could put herself into stasis again…she could, but was afraid of what would happen if she could not wake before she was deemed in need of medical attention. That happening would end this mission very quickly, alert the humans to aliens among them and leave her in the hands of human scientists and military…brutal apes that they were.
Rubber tires screeched. The plane jolted and became a skipping rock to the tarmac’s water. The second time, the plane stuck to the ground and the brakes slammed on with a tuba’s whole note.
She could feel the pressure in the brakes release as the craft slowed.
Emergency vehicles on either side escorted the craft taxiing to the gangway. With no smoke nor fire and only an one metre wide hole in the cargo, they allowed them to go to the terminal.
This, however, was not where she had hoped to start her mission. She walked from the plane, again unnoticed even by those trying to rush on to assist the passengers who might be injured. She continued right out through the secured area until she saw a sign.
“Savannah Ground Transportation.”
A sliding door whooshed open and allowed her to pad out into the late morning sunshine.
“You need a ride?” The cabbie offering was a young African-American who held the door of his cab open for her. His eyes widened upon seeing the Amazon approaching his taxi.
She smiled and slipped inside.
He closed the door and climbed in behind the steering wheel.
“I am Jamal,” he offered.
She smiled wider.
“Might I be so bold as to ask your name?”
She thought for a moment of the sign. Prior to the mission, she had been uncomfortable choosing a name. It always felt better to improvise this part of the mission. Some of her trainers and colleagues argued that this was not the best habit but, with her success, no one ordered her to do otherwise. “Savannah.”
“Really? What are the odds of that?”
She giggled in an attempt to sound submissive.
“Where are we heading?”
Her first use of the voice synthesizer felt odd. “I’m not sure. Atlanta?”
Jamal laughed. “Atlanta? Do you know…?” His eyes found the mirror and saw the wad of bills she held up. “Well, Atlanta it is.”
“Well, Miss Savannah, it would seem we have some time to get to know each other.”
Her voice went so low and deep that Jamal did not hear her say, “Good, and I’m hungry.”
He shifted the car into drive but slammed it back to park with a squeal when the passenger door opened again.
Lilyanne, the crew member from the plane, tried to slide in. ”Oh, I’m sorry, I did not realize it was taken.”
Jamal, ever the businessman seized the opportunity. “Where are you going?”
Shifting over, Savannah also saw her own opportunity.
Lilyanne slipped in. She wore her dark grey uniform skirt just slightly too high, almost school-uniform high, and her red blouse was tight enough to show her bosom without giving cleavage away under the dark grey jacket. “The Crescent over on Tannery.”
Newly named Savannah felt the lust stirring in her again.
Jamal shifted into drive. “That’s on the way. Get in.”
On the short ride, Lilyanne and Savannah flirted heavily. Not only had seduction and flirting been well covered in training, but Savannah also had a strong ability in directing the human mind. She could not control it but knew how to implant ideas and directions. With this strength, Lilyanne invited both Jamal and Savannah to come up to her hotel room.
Lilyanne left them there to go check in and debrief with the pilot. The meeting took over an hour leaving Jamal plenty of time to lubricate with tiny minibar bottles.
Savannah met Lilyanne at the door with a passionate kiss and could taste something tart on her lips. Her heart beat faster as she led Lilyanne towards the bed and began pulling at clothing.
Jamal watched with his head beginning to lull in an alcohol infused haze. “Keep the stockings on,” he slurred.
Lilyanne laughed. “It’s fucking hot.”
“I don’t care,” he said. Pulling himself up to stand, he swayed as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.
Once all were naked, save the stockings, the women pulled Jamal to the bed and laid him back. Lilyanne crawled on and straddled his face. Savannah knelt at the edge of the bed and stared at his cock.
Much of her training had been on seduction and sex, but they had never given her anything that quite matched the texture and salty taste of the human penis. In her hand, it was not as rigid as she expected. Flicking her tongue along the length gave her that first delicious salty taste. Opening her
lips just enough, she pulled it into her mouth and was rather proud that she resisted the urge to bite it.
The alcohol left Jamal, other than his erection, as a useless blob on the bed.
Savannah tasted his pre-cum and recognized it as what she had tasted on Lilyanne’s lips earlier. Leaving the erection, she crawled up the bed and allowed her tongue to taste the pussy that Jamal was almost sleeping beneath. Another wonderful taste as she lapped at the clit and slipped her fingers inside of it.
Lilyanne moved off of Jamal’s face so Savannah had better access to thrust the fingers.
The warm and wet drenched her fingers and tongue as she played. Soon Savannah sensed the stirrings of an orgasm from Lilyanne, so slowed in an attempt to edge it to more power.
“Tease,” Lilyanne whispered and leaned down to kiss Savannah.
Pulling herself up so she could kiss Lilyanne upright, Savannah was surprised at the shivers caused feeling the erection brushing against her own pussy. Reaching down, she lowered onto it and felt another new sensation that, again, training had not prepared her for. Feeling her body being filled by him was much more enjoyable than she had imagined. Sliding fingers back into Lilyanne as well, Savannah began to push both of her partners towards orgasm.
Both began to moan.
Lilyanne put her own fingers to use, playing with Savannah’s swollen clit.
Savannah felt her own body start to lose control as well. Waves of pleasure brushed through her. The energy coming from her lovers caused her to refocus on feeding.
Lilyanne screamed her pleasure and Jamal moaned as his cum shot into Savannah.
Savannah was impressed with her control of them. Her first feed, to have two and get them to produce energy together. She had expected to have to kill one of them with her bare hands.
Instead, both of the humans began to age before her eyes. Jamal screamed as his skin went from the smoothness of a 30-something to the leather of a 90-year-old. Lilyanne collapsed, as her suddenly aging back could no longer hold her up and broke with an initial loud grotesque crack. With the added weight of Lilyanne, Jamal’s chest caved in with a puff of dust that shot up from the bed.
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