Robert Vickers - The Unwilling Stewardess

“It’s limp,” said Guy disconsolately. “And I’ve always wanted you to suck me off. God, what a chance and it has to be like this.”

“You two never got it on before, huh? See, something good can come from a hijacking. So get to it, vacuum-cleaner mouth,” he landed a light blow on the side of Darlene’s head. She gasped and almost fell. The radioman caught her.

“Suck!”

She sucked. The limp worm of Guy’s prick slowly stirred. She got into the sucking a little more. Her tongue swirled around under the man’s prick and teased it into a half-erect state. Sucking harder, she managed to pull more and more blood into the end of his prick.

When she started gnawing gently, the man moaned and shifted from foot to foot. His cock almost snapped to rigid attention in her mouth. She never stopped sucking now that his male musky odor filled her nostrils. The woman loved the smell. It turned her on like nothing else in the world.

Her face dived down toward his crotch, his cock thrusting deep into her mouth. When she burrowed her nose around in the crinkly mat of his bush, his cock was almost all the way down her throat. She loved to deep-throat men. And Guy’s prick was just about the right size for her. It was long and slender. She couldn’t handle cocks like Remington’s. They were too thick and choked her. But she could keep a good, long, slender prick in her throat all day long.

She gasped and gagged when the man hit her alongside the head with the barrel of his pistol.

“Not good enough. Get the other stud over here. You, co-pilot, get it into her mouth, too. Both of you, yeah, that’s it. Now suck, cunt, suck for all you’re worth!”

Remington shoved the muzzle of the gun between the naked cheeks of her ass. He poked deeper toward her sore asshole and got the barrel into her butt. She wanted to die from humiliation. Her asshole was filled with the barrel of a huge pistol and her mouth had two cocks in it.

She closed her eyes and wanted to die. But the click of the pistol cocking really got her to sucking. The only way she could keep on living was to please the man ass-fucking her with the gun. If she failed in any way, even if he only thought she was fucking up, he would fire the gun.

Darlene almost cried at the mental image of the bullet racing up her well-fucked ass and into her guts. He’d said it wouldn’t come out. It would rattle around inside her body. It would rip her to shreds, bloody shreds, and she would die horribly.

She sucked harder.

Both Joel and Guy sighed deeply. She licked from one cock to the other, hardly knowing which to tend the most. This was the first time she’d ever had two men in her mouth at the same instant. Her lips were pulled taut and threatened to stretch and split if either of them began face-fucking her.

Guy couldn’t help himself. He had been in the hot, wet confines of her mouth longer than Joel. His control was beginning to wane. He fucked forward enough to bury himself to the hilt in her face. She gasped and cradled his cock with her rough, eager tongue. But this left the other prick all alone. It felt like a fleshy, hot cigar stuck in the side of her mouth.

“Both of you face-fuck her,” commanded Remington. “One in while the other pulls out. God, are you bastards dumb. Don’t you know how to do even the simplest things?”

“Never had this done before,” gasped out Guy. “Not when another cock was in the chick’s mouth.”

“Shit, don’t hand me that. You flyboys are all studs. You get to fuck this high-class ass all the time whenever you lay over in those cities. Lay over, wow! I bet that’s exactly what you do, isn’t it?”

“It… it’s duller than you might think,” panted Joel.

“Not now. Suck, bitch, suck on my two friends real good or I’ll pull the fucking trigger.”

He jammed the gun a bit deeper into her asshole to let her know he meant business. She shivered from the steel pressing into her tortured, raped asshole. And then the brown-haired stewardess began sucking for all she was worth. The two men had started in and out face-fucking that left her with only one prick in her damp, oral cavern at a time.

This was perfect. If it hadn’t been for the gun rammed up her shit-chute, it would have been the greatest experience in the world for her.

But the way he twisted the barrel of the huge gun perverted the act. What might have been fun was terror for her. She sucked in hard and got a sudden blast of creamy, hot jism.

Guy had come.

She sucked harder on his prick, her fingers dancing on the hairy sac of his balls. She felt them dancing around inside, straining to explode. And the hot gush of his cum into her mouth was everything that his balls had promised it would be.

The fiery blast arched through her mouth and missed her tongue entirely. The second spurt was smeared all over her taste buds. The greedy stewardess could almost forget she had a gun barrel rammed up her ass when she sucked on the tangy cum-filled cock.

But it went limp too fast for her. She sucked harder and harder and felt his prick turning into a dead worm. It slid from her lips before she could do anything more to it.

“That’s okay, Baldy,” said Remington. “She has a real man’s cock in her mouth. Go on and fuck her face, co-pilot. I want to see you in action. You’re one of them trim studs. Bet you jog a lot. Let’s see how good you perform.”

Joel launched himself into her cum-filled mouth with easy strokes. She was able to fully concentrate on him. She sucked hard on the end of his cock and fingered his balls just as she’d done for Guy. But this was different. His prick was long, but it was also thick. She didn’t want to take him all the way down her throat. She might choke on his prick.

But the taste left over from the other’s cock still lingered in her mouth. She found herself unable to get enough cock. Something about being forced to give blow-jobs turned her on. Darlene didn’t try to figure out what it was. When she had been forced over the seat and raped up the butt, she had gotten off on it.

Now that the man had his gun barrel fucking in and out of her ass in a slow, agonizing rhythm, she found herself unable to get enough cock. She sucked even harder on Joel’s prick and the man arched his back, ramming himself all the way to the balls in her mouth.

“God, Darlene, I never knew you could give head like that. Your mouth feels so damned good all over my cock. I can’t stand much more of it.”

“Sure you can, flyboy. Try,” said Remington, enjoying the spectacle of the co-pilot being sucked off by the willing stewardess.

He continued raping her ass with his gun. But this hardly seemed to be what goaded her on. The woman felt the barrel working coldly against her aroused inner membrane but the real thrill came from the taste of the man’s prick in her mouth. She could almost forget all about the ass-raping as long as she could nurse greedily at the cock.

If anything, she had to concentrate on Joel’s prick to keep from thinking about the problems they were all in. The blow-job gave her an opportunity to forget that the hijacker might kill them all at any instant. He had fired the gun once already into the radio, smashing heaven knew what. It could have been a person just as easily.

She sucked harder.

Her tongue roved restlessly all over the tip of the man’s prick, feeling it jerk and buck with renewed lust. She swiped across the end and tasted the bitter drop of pre-cum beading there. She knew then that he wasn’t going to be long in coming.

Sucking even harder, she pulled his prick almost all the way into her mouth. Her cheeks caved in under the strain of sucking so hard and her tongue shoved hard against the man’s piss-slit. He moaned softly and started face-fucking her.