Robert Vickers: The Unwilling Stewardess

His powerful hips thrust his cock fast and hard into her mouth. She tensed her velvety soft lips so that she maintained a perfect vacuum seal. The feel of his aroused cock-flesh against her lips made her pussy drool obscenely. She almost wished — almost — that Remington would move that barrel from her ass and stuff it up her cunt where it was needed.

But she was more than happy with the cock driving in and out of her mouth. She shoved her tongue hard against the crown of his prick to regulate the fucking. She wanted it at a slower pace, a more stimulating one for her.

The man couldn’t control himself any longer. He started shoving into her face so hard that her lips burned with the friction from the fucking. She almost choked as his prick raced all the way into her mouth, and thrust down into her throat. She swallowed hard and the man’s prick slammed balls-deep into her face.

He pulled back out.

She felt his cock growing. She hardly thought it was possible, but it got so large it threatened to rip her lips apart. With two cocks in her mouth to suck on at the same time it hadn’t been this crowded. But she wasn’t going to complain. Not now, not when his cock was at the bursting point.

“Oh, suck, Darlene, suck good, honey. God!”

She felt his prick lurch and then came the salty torrential outpouring of his cum. She sucked hungrily, swallowing every single precious drop of his jism. The creamy jism poured over her tongue, exciting her even more. She would have liked to suck all day on it, but the prick went limp too soon.

“God,” said Joel again.

“Yeah, I agree,” said Remington. “She’s got one hell of a hot mouth. A hot ass, too.” He gave the gun barrel a savage jerk and pulled it out of her ass with a wet plop. “But enough of the fun and games. Time for money stuff. How’s the request for the gold coming, Captain Jack?”

“Captain Jackson,” corrected the man. “And it’s in the works.”

“Good. Get us to Libya as fast as you can and then we’ll figure out how to get it. But this trip is going to be fun. Lots of fun — for me!”

Darlene shivered in dread at what he really meant.

“Hell, it’s taking long enough,” said Keegan. “When the fuck do we get there?”

“Not much longer,” said Captain Jackson. “We’re over the Libyan desert now.”

“I still don’t understand how come we were flying over so much jungle and shit like that when we should have been over the Mediterranean.” Remington kept glancing over the captain’s shoulders at all the instruments, as if he could read something from them.

“We had to fly over the African jungle and then up into Libya. Didn’t you see enough water all that time?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I hardly noticed, though, because of all the good service — and servicing — your stewardesses were giving us. Damned find chicks you folks hire. My compliments to the asshole who owns this airline. He knows first-class tail when he sees it.”

“Yeah,” said Joel glumly. “He manages to keep pretty stewardesses. In this case, it sure worked against our best interests.”

“Listen, clown, you’re not needed. I can blow your head off. Or even better, have one of those chicks suck you off and when you come, I’ll blow your head off then. How’d you like to see your blood all over Blondie, here?”

Remington slipped his pistol up under Louise’s dress and raked the gunsight across her trembling cunt-lips. He had stripped all the stewardesses of their panties so that they would always be available should he or Keegan have a yen to fuck them.

Louise felt the cold steel barrel and wanted to cry. Only through incredible restraint did she keep from breaking down altogether. The man seemed to have taken a fancy to her. And that didn’t benefit her in the least. He had fucked her two or three times, once in front of all the passengers. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

At one time, she had thought it might be a kick to fuck in a public spot, to have the constant threat of being seen add to the zest she normally felt when a virile cock entered her juicy twat. But it hadn’t been that way when Keegan had forced the others to watch, while Remington raped her.

She had wanted to die after that.

Only a grim need for revenge kept her going. She would get even somehow. She had no idea how she would do it, but she would. This determination was the only thing keeping her sane.

“Hey, Captain Jack, there’s a landing field. Go on and land.”

“Okay, but remember, you shot out the radio. This is going to be a dangerous landing. Everyone strap in.”

Louise started to go back into the passenger section to do as the captain ordered. Remington stopped her.

“Not so fast, Blondie. I think I want you to enjoy the ride with me.” He sat down on a small jump seat and unzipped his pants. His prick came leaping out, rigid and eager for pussy.

“What are you doing? This might be dangerous. You heard the captain. You can’t want to fuck while we’re landing. You have to have your seat belt fastened for your own safety.”

“Sit on it,” he ordered. “And I’ll worry about the seat belt. Goddammit,” he snapped, “so do it!”

She sat down on his prick. His cock forced its way up between her puffy outer cunt-lips. She shuddered as the thick plum-tipped head vanished into her cunt-hole. The long, hot shaft throbbed with lust.

He fastened the safety belt around her lap, effectively pinning her to him. With his prick bucking and struggling in the hot, wet confines of her pussy, she was trapped.

He put the gun alongside her head and cocked it. She tried to shy away from it, but both the seat belt and the cock in her cunt prevented her moving too far.

“Don’t get any cute ideas, Blondie, or I’ll blow your fucking head off. And that would be a shame. Any chick who’s got as tight a cunt and as sucking a mouth as you shouldn’t die so young.”

The stewardess closed her eyes and wanted to die. It had to happen, she thought. And what a way to go. She had always thought it would be the best of all possible ways to kick off is she could do it while she was fucking. Now she wasn’t so sure. She felt her cunt-oils leaking around the thick plug of cock-flesh, but she didn’t get that much of a thrill from its presence all the way up her cunt.

The airplane landed, braked and jerked hard, slamming her forward against the seat belt. She sobbed out in pain as the nylon strap cut cruelly into her flesh. But as she was crammed backwards as the jet engines reversed thrust, she found herself being ground down powerfully into the man’s crotch.

His cock had never seemed longer. It penetrated deeper into her body than any other cock ever had. She thought her cunt-lips were being bruised by his crotch. Keeping her eyes so tightly closed only added to the feeling ravaging her young, trim body.

She sighed but she didn’t relax when she heard Captain Jackson say, “We’re down. And safely, it looks.”

Louise only wished that were true. They were down. There wasn’t any way she would dispute that. But safe? When Remington’s cock twitched and jerked with lust in her raped pussy? The captain had to be joking!

“Ummmm, I like just sitting here, Blondie, with you wrapped all around my cock like that, but I got business to perform. Right? Up you go.”

She quickly got up as soon as he freed her from the seat belt. What bothered her the most was not knowing whether it was relief or torture having his long, hard prick slip from her cunt. She felt so empty and aching inside without it. And yet knowing that the man was forcing her to take him balls-deep into her pussy caused her to shiver with rage.

“Hey, Blondie, I didn’t say you could go. Suck on my cock. Get all that pussy-gunk off my prick. Lick it off. Now!”