Robert Vickers - The Unwilling Stewardess

“Fine. Couldn’t be better. Except I’m so damned horny I’m about ready to come on the floor.”

“Don’t do that. You don’t want some jerk to have to clean it up, do you?”

“I was thinking of coming on the rug and then making one of them lick it up. I think I’d like that plenty.” The small man gestured toward the naked and obviously self-conscious stewardesses. He had forced both Vanessa and Darlene to do a striptease for him.

“I bet you got your rocks off plenty. You always did go in for the burlesque stuff.”

“I want to fuck one of them,” said Keegan in a low, ugly voice. “I deserve it. You been messing around with that blonde bitch. I want to sink my prick into that one.” He pointed his gun directly at Vanessa.

The dark-haired woman cringed and hunched up closer against the metal wall of the plane. She had her arms crossed over her chest to hide her tits and her leg was drawn up enough to hide the dark fur-red triangle of her pussy-mount. Her snowy white skin gleamed in stark contrast to the darkness of her hair.

“Yeah, I can dig that,” said Remington. “I wouldn’t mind fucking her myself. But my cock’s a little on the limp side. Unless…” He smiled broadly, showing broken teeth. “Unless the brunette decided she wanted to suck on my prick until it was usable again. And then we could both take the other stewardess at the same time.”

“What do you mean?” asked Keegan suspiciously. “I don’t want no sloppy seconds from you.”

“You won’t be getting them. I was thinking of both of us fucking her at the same time, you up her pussy and me up her asshole. I was finger-fucking the blonde chick’s butt while I fucked her and I got the idea from that. Pretty good, huh?”

“Yeah!” said Keegan, his little eyes gleaming with malice. “I could get off on that real good. And you need a boner for it, too. You, get over here and suck on his prick. Now!” Keegan pointed his gun directly at Darlene. The woman cowered back, not wanting to move.

“If he doesn’t shoot you in five seconds, I will,” said Remington. “When we tell you cunts to do something, you do it quick!”

Darlene hesitantly came over and dropped to her knees in front of Remington’s crotch. She reached out and took the limp worm of his prick with her fingers. She rolled it around for a few seconds as if getting the feel of it. It still felt slimy from Louise’s pussy-juices and the man’s cum.

“Stuff it into our face, bitch. Unless you want me to figure out some place extra-special to shove this.” He poked the gun down between her tits so that the barrel parted them enough to give her the message. She quickly pushed the pistol aside and shoved his prick into her mouth as she’d been told to do.

“Ummm, yeah, that’s more like it,” he moaned with pleasure. “Love the feel of a woman’s mouth moving all around my cock.”

She tongued him slowly, using her tongue to tickle and torment rather than get him instantly hard. The woman licked along the sides of his cock with her pink, rough tongue and then started sucking. This made his prick begin to stir almost at once. She sucked and bobbed her head around to give him a little face-fucking. Her velvety lips caressed the steadily hardening sides of his cock until he was almost fully erect and throbbingly hard in her face.

“Good, damned good, cunt,” he told her. “You don’t suck as good as Blondie, but you’re no slouch.”

“Hurry it up, Remington,” said the other man anxiously. “I can barely keep from creaming in my pants just thinking about fucking her again. I dig her a lot.”

His eyes never left Vanessa’s trim body which was pressed into a corner of the cabin. He greedily drank in her beauty, her firm, high-placed tits with the coppery disks of her areolas and the pointy red of her nipples, her trim waist, her flaring ass and her slender ankles. Those legs could crush a man if they wrapped around him in lust, he thought.

And they would soon. Or rather, both he and Remington would find out together how she responded to their pricks.

“I’m hurrying. Come on, honey buns,” he said to Darlene. “As much as I’d like to fuck your ass, I got other priorities. The bitch over there gets my cock this time.”

He finally shoved her away. His prick stood rigidly at attention, dancing around lustfully in front of his crotch. The woman’s spit made it gleam red and bold in the dim light inside the plane. There was no question she had gotten him hard in record time and that he had a raging hard-on.

“I can’t wait to shove this pecker all the way up her perky bottom. God, I love to ass-fuck a chick!”

“And I love cunt, too,” said Keegan. To Vanessa, he ordered, “Get your bod over here so we can climb in and get it on!”

“Not so fast, Keegan,” said Remington. “We’ll have problems with all those others. Baldy there, or the captain, might decide to become heroes. We wouldn’t want to have to damage the merchandise we’re selling back to the airlines. What say we have our cock-sucking bitch here tie them up?”

“Yeah,” said Keegan. “And I got just the idea of how she should do it.”

In less than five minutes, the men’s thumbs were tied together — and a slender thread circled their balls. If any one of them tried to get away, he would castrate not only himself but the other two men. And in the center of the ring was tied Darlene, forced to stay on her knees with her arms securely bound behind her back.

“Now,” said Remington, surveying his handiwork, “I think we’re ready to start some serious fucking with out dark-haired beauty. Move your ass, cunt, and get it over her pronto!”

He fired the gun through the ceiling of the cabin. The deafening roar made Vanessa jump even faster than she’d intended. Stumbling, almost falling, she hurried to the indicated position.

“Spread those legs wide. And I want you to grab hold of the overhead compartment handles. No, hell, I’ll tie you so you won’t go fucking up when we really get to fucking you.”

In less than a minute, Remington had secured the woman’s ankles to seats on either side of the aisle. Her hands were tied to the handles of the overhead racks. She was naked and spread-eagle for their fucking pleasure.

“This is a sight for sore eyes,” said Keegan. “And my eyes are nearly as sore as my prick from watching you strip for me. God, that was a sexy dance.” He ran down the zipper on his pants and let his long, hard prick flop out. It quivered hard and eager in front of his crotch.

“Shut up and get on with fucking her, Keegan,” said Remington. “I want to feel her nice, hot ass surrounding my prick. And I bet her ass is as hot as honey bun’s back there.”

Keegan moved up in front of Vanessa. The dark-haired stewardess watched him with eyes wide with horror. She could hardly believe they had strung her up like this. While she hadn’t seen what Remington had done to Louise under the wing of the airplane, she couldn’t have missed him staking her out naked under the burning sun. She at least didn’t have that pain and humiliation to endure.

She still almost fainted when Keegan’s long cock nudged her pussy-lips, and then rammed straight and true through her outer cunt-lips. He paused for a second when only the head of his prick was hidden in her pussy, then he shot all the way up her fuck-tunnel.

Her tight cunt-walls stretched to take his thick cock. Still, she almost fainted from the sudden fucking of her cunt. She wasn’t lubricated for the fucking — not yet. But the way the man’s cock pulsed and throbbed against her most sensitive tissues made her moan in pleasure. She couldn’t help it. And with the joy she felt surging in her loins came a gush of her thick, frothy cunt-oils.