Flying High.

It wasn’t my first flight; I’d been a keen traveller since a kid. Being from a typically middle class family, that is a family that was obsessed with appearance, opinion and gossip, we had to be seen to be ‘keeping up with the Jones’ or so to speak, so of course; we travelled.

America, The Caribbean, Asia, Africa, most of Europe, I’d been around so airports weren’t something knew, neither were the flights themselves. We’d had some turbulence coming back from a short flight from Scotland and dropped a fair few feet out the sky, so it wasn’t the journey itself. No what made this flight so, interesting, was the ‘in-flight entertainment. ‘

I was sat in one of the many unnameable cafés in the airport lounge drinking a skinny latte, sipping a bottle of water and attempting to read at least the first chapter of my holiday novel, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, which I was recommended. Let me tell you, it may be a classic, but it certainly isn’t an easy read.

Still ploughing through the pages with avid persistence, I sat bent over my book with my glasses on, looking what I hoped was intelligent and cultured when someone interrupted me, excuse me, may I? The voice was deep, gruff, somewhat harsh and unforgiving sounding.

I looked up expecting a forty year old businessman with a bad attitude, and was surprised to find a thirty something year old with chinos and a polo shirt and a little too much cologne.

“Um, yes of course” I rushed, giving him the once over. He’d a paper tucked under his arm, and a coffee to go in his hand. Why take a seat if you’ve got it to go? I didn’t ask, luckily for once managing to keep my thoughts to myself, and turning back to my novel.

I turned the page and became distinctly aware that I was being stared at, quite intensely, I glanced up to see said man, sat legs crossed, leaning back in his chair, holding his coffee, openly staring at me. I smiled and looked back to my page, trying desperately to find my place again and not show my flustered state. I glanced across the page to make it look as though I was reading. I realised he was staring straight down my top. My shirt was open just enough to show the top of my cleavage and bent over, I’m pretty sure he had a ‘bird’s eye view’. I leant forward further and felt the chain of my necklace, seeing him shift in his seat – Got you.

I sat up and back looking at him. He raised his eyebrows as to enquire whether I would speak or not when a girl walked over and gave him a kiss on the cheeky. He turned to her smiling, standing up and slipping an arm around her waist, walking off. ‘Typical man’ I thought to myself, staring after the couple. I was so bemused that I barely heard my flight being called. I picked my bag, straightened my skirt, hitched up my bra (for good effect) and drank the last dregs of my coffee before turning and leaving for ‘Gate 2’.

To my distress and amusement, Mr Polo shirt and girlfriend decided to join the queue, a few people behind me. On the plane, I found my seat and began loading into the overhead locker when they walked past, her first him following.  I tried to tuck in as much as possible, as he said excuse me, and brushed the palm of his hand across my bum. I gasped slightly louder than I’d hoped from the shock and enjoyment, and turned to look after him.

Having heard my intake of breath, he’d stopped and turned, ‘Do you want a hand with that?’ He said, taking the case and shoving it in the overhead locker forcefully, his arm muscles tensing and tightening the sleeves of his polo. I muttered a ‘thanks’ as he disappeared a few rows behind and sat down, stroking his girlfriends arm. ‘I must have imagined it’ I said to myself.

The flight took off easily and I tried to read again, glancing behind occasionally to see him. He sat gazing out of the window mostly with his head phones in. Typical, I though, Bet they’re too loud as well, sat ignoring his girlfriend muttering onto him. I read the inflight magazine, bought some peanuts and water and made my way to the bathroom at the back of the plane, wobbling down the aisle in my heels.

I went to the loo and checked my face in the mirror, my make-up looked reasonably fresh, my hair a nightmare. I took it down to redo my ‘updo’, when there was a knock at the door, I called engaged sorry and started repining my hair when the knocking persisted. I opened the door a jar and in pushed my polo and locked the door.

“Excuse…” I started to protest when he shoved his finger to lips and said, “Shh”. He pushed me back against the sink, pushing his body against mine in the confined space. I was completely dumbfounded unsure what to say, or do. He stared deep into my eyes, with the same half amused expression dancing over his face, as he moved his hands to my buttons and started undoing my shirt.

“What the hell…” I began as he leant harder against me and I could feel his erection against my thigh. “I don’t…” I began again, when he continued, smiling more, un-tucking my shirt and revealing my black lace bra beneath. He held my shirt open, staring at my lingerie approvingly, before moving his hands gently over my breasts, caressing them softly. I was stunned, my pussy pulsing, breathing hard with anticipation. I didn’t know whether to stop him or not, my body was writhing under his touch, prickling with desire. He slipped his arms around my waist, so close to my face staring deep into my eyes, I could feel his breath on me, and he unzipped my skirt, letting it drop to the floor, sliding his hand down my stomach towards my thigh, and then back up, and up, and up.

I gasped out loud, gripping the sink, before trying to come to my sense, “Just… Wait…You’ve got a…”

He finally spoke, “Tell me you want me to stop”, he said once again in his gruff tones. He brushed my neck with his lips and let his fingers glide up to my crotch, feeling my folds through my underwear and my knickers moisten. He nibbled my neck hungrily and I leant back on the sink, my hands pressed hard against the wall beside me.  I wanted to tell him to get off, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t do anything, my legs shook, my cunt throbbing for him.

Suddenly he ripped my knickers in two, and pulled them off, making me start. I stared at them on the floor, in disbelief. He stood back, undoing his trousers and pulled out his hard cock. I protested once more, feebly, “I don’t think we…” He smiled, grabbing my hand and placing it on his penis. I felt how hard he was, took his shaft in my hand, and began to stroke it gently, as he watched me constantly. “You don’t want to, but you’re going to” he said, as I felt him further, tickling his balls, rubbing him harder. It was true, I didn’t want him, I didn’t want this, it wasn’t me. This isn’t what I did, yet I could feel myself getting wetter; feel the cum running down my thigh. I tried to push the image of his girlfriend to the back of my mind, when he slipped a finger under my knickers and delved into my pussy, tickling my clit with his other fingers. I soon forgot all about the girlfriend.

Then he grabbed my arse, pulled me forwards on the counter, and pushed my legs apart, resting one on the toilet, as he pushed his cock up against my dripping pussy, up and down my clit, to my arse, and back, teasing me. I stared at him, I couldn’t breathe, Couldn’t speak; the trolley was rattling outside the door, the flight attendant chatting. I daren’t make a sound.

He thrust into me unrelentingly hard. All the way to the hilt, I cried out biting the back of my hand in shock, feeling him fill me entirely. I grabbed his shoulders pulling him closer to me, he pulled out slowly and thrust in again hard, rhythmically, hard and slow, feeling my pussy tighten, digging his finger nails into my waist and arse, I  kept biting my hand, resting my head backwards, trying not to scream.

Suddenly he’d had enough of go slow, he lifted up his polo, and thrust into me hard, fast, pounding my pussy, making the sink top shake. I put my leg up over his shoulder and on the opposite wall, my court shoes rattling against the wall.  He leaned in closer, and I bit his shoulders hard, clawed his muscly back under his shirt.

He shagged my relentlessly, twisting my nipples as I began to cum, hard, cum running down his balls, as he throbbed inside me, shooting deep into my cunt, panting together. I flopped back against the mirror once again, wiping the sweat from my brow and looking up at him. His head was bowed, his chest heaving. He looked up, smiling his quirky half smile, and slowly pulled out of me. He pulled up his trousers, pulled down his shirt, glanced in the mirror running his hands through his hair before, raising his eye brows at me and unlocking the door.

I sat back staring at the door, my knickers ripped in two on the floor, my arse covered in my cum and his spunk dripping out of my cunt. Suddenly I came to my senses locking the door and turning back around to the mirror.  I stared at my make-up, run and sweaty, my hair definitely needed fixing, my clothes straightening. I sorted myself out, re-pinned my hair, and dressed myself, completely unsure of what just happened. I wiped the cum from my legs and tried to pull myself together.

I wandered back down the aisle towards my seat, pausing to let the trolley past again, smiling at the attendant. As I passed him, sat once again looking out of the window,  he glanced at me, winked straight faced, and stared once again out of the window, his girlfriend snuggled into the crook of his arm.

I sat down, flushed, glugged from my water bottle and grabbed the inflight magazine again. I didn’t know what to do, I flicked through magazines restlessly. I was half mortified, half excited. I felt cheapened, by shirt creased, my knickers in the bin by the trolley bay, but at the same time, it was a long flight, nine or so hours, and I knew I’d get up for bathroom again, and I felt my pussy throb once more.

Quote.

The Web is a dominatrix; everywhere I turn I get told to submit.

Poem.

I’ll be your sub but I must confess, the submissive role is hardly my best

I’m much better when in control, riding on top like a good little ‘ho

Tie me up? Well if you please; only if you promise not to tease

I can’t bare it when I’m all wound up, with your dick out of reach but so close up.

Now there really was no need for that; to smack my arse with a good hard whack

Did I enjoy it? There’s only one way to know, Give me it again, have another go

Shut up? But why am I not pleasing you, I’m sorry this is just all a bit new

I want to sorry, no, yes I’ll stop – You want me to suck on your rock hard cock?

Fucking hell I could hardly breathe; the way your hands were giving my neck a squeeze

I thought I’d choke more, splutter and gag, I guess I make a good little slag

Uh your hands feel so good, glancing the top of clitoris hood

Fuck I really am so wet, Is it time sir for my fun yet?

Oh god that stung, my face is burning.  No need to smack me just for yearning,

To have you cock inside me sir, to make me scream, and moan and purr

Can I have oh please sir please? I’m begging down here on my knees

I want to feel you inside my cunt, to get to taste your silky spunk

Fuck that feels so fucking good, better than I thought it could

Yeah choke me sir do your worst; Make me wait for it, tease me first

Thank you sir, Thank you, for fucking me, for finally letting me have it free

For pounding me so fucking hard, relentlessly ramming me without regard

Oh fuck I think I want to cum, Please sir please sir may I have one?

Sir, Fuck. I cant hold it, no…I’m trying I just want to scream though

Thank you, fuck, Ah my god, feels  so good cumming on your rock hard knob

In my arse oh god no, shit; you’ll stretch me wide with size of your dick

Fuck, shit, its so goddamn tight; ram it, harder, fuck my asshole right.

Yeah squeeze my tits my nipples too, pull my hair, slam me deeper onto you

Fuck why’d you stop, you want me to taste? My cunt, my juices and that, special place

Hmm tastes rather good, as you said, Sir can I, carry on and give you head?

Hmm fuck, give it here *Gargle, Choke, Splutter – near *

*Suck, lick, flick quick* God I love the taste of your prick

So how’d I do as you little sub? Well I told you I’m not one submissive love

I did enjoy the lack of control, of being commanded and fucked in all holes 

Next time I promise I’ll shut my gob, I’ll do anything for a bit of that glorious knob.

Definitely repeatable, we’ll do it again; I really did enjoy the pain,

There is one little thing I definitely prefer…I do rather like calling you sir. 

BDSM Surprise.

It was over a year ago now; I’d been to a bar with a friend, nothing out of the normal, a late night drink after work. The bar had been quiet, a few young couples, a few regulars. It was dark, the tables lit by small lamps, the barman busying himself with cleaning glasses and wiping down the bar. We sat down one end on stools, talking about work, life anything.

He kept looking over, the barman, giving me long sideways glances and grinning at me when I looked at him. I watched him follow me with his eyes to the toilet, watched him look me over, at my breasts, my curves, my sway as I returned. My friend left and I stayed, he came across, leaning on the bar close to me, “Another” He nodded at my empty glass, “please.. when do you get off” I asked bluntly, eating the olive off the toothpick from my martini glass. “Ten…” He smiled, looking down at the bar, at my pressed cleavage and back to my eyes. “I’ll wait” and I turned around on my stool. I saw him walk away smiling, he cleared a few tables, and waited for his replacement. He popped out the back to get his stuff, returning with his keys in hand; his suit trousers tight on his arse, his shirt slightly un-tucked, open to show a glimmer of chest hair.

We walked to his car and I climbed in the front seat. We didn’t talk, I stared out of the window, looking at my reflection, checking my makeup and staring at my lipstick. He suddenly stuck his hand on my leg, and pushed it up under my skirt to my cunt, “Do you like it rough” he asked, gripping my clit between his fingers. I gasped, turning to look at him, my eyes closing slightly, feeling myself getting turned on, “you could say” I replied coyly. His eyes were still on the road, he nipped me harder. “Five minutes” he said.

As we got to his house, he got out of the car; I picked up my handbag, opened the door, swung out my legs and stood. He was there in front of me. Suddenly his hand was over my mouth, turning me around. “Trust me” he whispered, breathing in my ear. His hand picked me up around my waist. I wriggled as struggled as he bundled me up the path and in through the front door. As he slammed the door behind us, he held me close to him, letting my legs touch the floor. I tried to stand on his foot, to scream at him, I bit his hand as his free palm ran up my skirt and inside my pants, sticking his fingers in me. I was wet. So wet, scared, and yet horny, feeling his strong hands on me. “Shhh” he whispered in my ear, “Relax” He walked me through to his lounge, let go of me, I stared at the floor, caught my breath, stood unsure what to do, to run, or stay, trying to get my bearings. Understand what was happening.

He stood in front of me, looking deep into my eyes, running his hands down my arms, and suddenly grabbing my wrists together, pulling my arms up above my head. He slipped a rope knot over my hands, and slammed me into the wall behind, held in place with his hard body. He yanked my arms higher; I stood on tip toes, trying to take the strain, as he bit my neck, hooking my hands onto a coat-hook. He moved his hand, walking behind me out of view, when he returned I spat at him, staring at his fine figure, feeling scared and excited – feeling his power over me. He smiled at me, looking me up and down, “Pretty little thing” he said running his hand up my side, over my curves, and down over my bum, I bristled as he touched me, trying to pull away, my skin tingling at his touch.

He produced some scissors from his back pocket, suit trousers. He cut my top up the middle, my skirt down the side, ripped my tights. I screamed and squealed wriggling as his hands glanced my body, feeling myself getting excited, trying to fight the feeling. He cut the centre of my bra, and pulled it off, leaving me standing in my underwear and shoes, tied to the wall. My nipples were hard in the cold air, my cunt twinging. I felt totally exposed, vulnerable as his greedy eyes looked over me. He grabbed my nipples with his fingers and squeezed, I gasped looking away, telling him to get off, not meaning a word of it. I fought wriggling as he flicked them, twisted them, my cunt getting wetter.

He walked over to a desk in the corner of the room, shifting through the draws, before nodding to himself and turning back around. He had a ball gag in his hand, and a cane. He looked at me, “Trust me” He stared at me, his head on his side, his implements in hand. I nodded, slowly staring at the cane.  Suddenly he strode across the room towards me. I screamed, wriggling, as he strapped it around my face, forcing my mouth open, the spit dribbling down my chin. I panted with anticipation – I didn’t want to give in. My jaw was stretched, my mouth aching, my teeth lips wrapped around the rubber.

He picked up the cane, and started to laugh, tapping my legs gently, as I flinched. “You wanted this, you wanted to be here, you chose to be, now you don’t want it” he ran his hand slowly up my thigh again, to my wetness, running his fingers up and down my slit. “I think your lying” he growled, “You love it”. He whipped my thigh hard, I yelled out, my legs shaking, trying to wriggle away from him. He hit the other side of my leg, my pussy wetter still, I moaned with pleasure, stopping myself, trying not to give in.

“You will yield to me” he whispered, whipping me once again, “you know you will”, He stroked my breast and whipped my nipples hard with the cane, I screamed, enjoying the sting, the shock, the lack of control. He kicked one of my feet out with his, splitting my legs so I hung off my arms ; all my weight in half in the splits. I yelled as my arms jolted taking my weight, straining on the rope that held me. He began to pat my cunt with the cane, tapping it, teasing.  “How hard do you reckon you can take it” he laughed as he whipped my clit, I screamed, trying to stand up, wiggling my bum away from him. “Give me a number” he said, “No” I whispered, my arms pulling in their sockets. “A number” he tapped the inside of my thighs, “Fine, 6” he said, whipping me hard on my cunt. I shrieked, rocked my pelvis backwards, my cunt on fire. “Another”… “4” I cried, tensing for the cane. He smacked my cunt again, softer than last time, I breathed through the pain, stretching my back. “Another…” I paused before whispering, “9”, He grinned at me, “say it again”. “9” I repeated. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him, standing to the side of me, lifting his arm up, he smacked the cane into my cunt. I screamed my legs collapsing further, my eyes watering, my cunt wet, the pain turning me on.

He disappeared behind me once more, left me hanging, my arms ached, my cunt was wet, throbbing for a cock. I stared around the room, at the deep leather sofas, the wooden stairs, the bookcase crammed with literature. He came back with nipple clamps, crocodile clips, clasping my nipples hard. He kissed my breasts and nipples, sliding the clips over my nipple and tightening them, I squealed out loud, the spit running down my chin, the teeth cutting into my skin. He smacked the clips, flicked them, gripped my breasts, running his hands over me, staring at me as I tried to stare back at him, ashamed, and unnerved.

He unhooked me, surprising me and I dropped to the floor, hard onto my knees – my hands under me. He stood in front of me, undoing the buckle at the back of my head, fluffing my hair, and pulling it so I looked up at him. He unzipped his trousers. He unzipped his trousers. Pulling out his rock hard cock, slapping me around the face “Tell me you don’t want it” he mocked.

I moved my face away, “No…” I said feebly, looking at his cock, “suck it” he demanded, smacking it into my face. “Now!” I turned my head towards his cock, and opened my mouth, he shoved his cock deep into my throat, as he grabbed the back of my head and pulled my hair, he groaned as his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged as he fucked my face, my throat gargling, pulling his arse into my face, my eyes watering.

He pulled back, I gasped catching my breath, Tell me you want it, He teased, waving it in front of me, “I want it…” I said meekly. He sat down next to me, pushing me to the floor, his hand tight around my throat, I could barely breathe. He begin to run his fingers up my centre, to my clit and arse, feeling the cum on is fingers, I groaned, moving to try and slip his fingers inside me. He laughed, “Naughty little slut, not  yet”… wriggling more and more he flicked my clit as his other finger rimmed my arse gently, I started to moan, arching my back, pulling my legs up towards myself, spreading my cunt further for him, pushing my throat harder into his hand.

I began to beg, “I want it”… I screamed, pushing my body further onto his fingers, and stretching my open mouth towards his cock… He threw me over, my face slamming into the wooden floor, pulling me up onto my knees, my arms tied in front of me. He rubbed his cock up and down my arse, I groaned, pushing backwards, desperate for him. He pressed his finger around my arse, and dipped the tip into my tight hole, I squealed, pushing backwards, as he gently tickled me, before shoving his hard dick deep into me, and pushing two fingers hard into my arse. My arse stretched, feeling it tight around his fingers, my cunt yielding to him.  “Oh god…”  I yelled as he filled me entirely, and began fucking me, hard fast, brutally. Pulling my hair and stretching my head backwards he fucked me stronger, so hard I thought I’d break, my knees were raw on the wooden floor, my eyes watering, “Yes yes, yes” I heard myself scream, he spanked my arse hard, sliding another finger into my arse, stretching me further, ramming them in and out with his cock pounding my cunt. I wanted to cum, desperately wanted to cum, but I held back, I tried…

“Now who’s my little slut” he laughed, pulling my hair hard again, “Say it” he yelled, “and I’ll let you have it…” I was silent, biting my lip, trying to resist, my cunt throbbing, my arse stretched, “Say it…” he screamed again,

“I’m your little whore” I whispered, pushing myself back onto his cock harder, “Louder” he said again, “I want to hear you beg for it…” I turned my face towards him as best I could, my cunt dripping, desperately close, “I’m your slut, please let me cum” I screamed, “What” … “Sir, please let me cum, Sir!”

He thrust harder, pushing me back down, bent over me, he reached round grabbing my nipple clamps, squeezing, and flicking them, biting the back of my neck before clasping both hands around my throat and pounding me further. I cried out, my cunt throbbing, burning with desire, cum running down my legs till finally I came violently, shaking and moaning, “Yes” I screamed over and over, feeling my body give way. He pulled out and pushed me over, as I lay on my side in a ball, quivering.

He came over my face, in my eye, on my cheek, it ran down my mouth and I couldn’t help lap it up, sticking my tongue out to try and get some of it, and swallow it. . He walked off, and left me there, shaking on the floor, in a pool of my own juices, quivering, unable to move. He walked off, leaving me on the floor; I looked after him, watching his feet walk away.

He returned with a cup of tea, sitting down on the floor next to me, pulling a blanket over my shoulders, kissing my forehead. I sat up, bewildered looking at his face, his deep intense expression, the slight smile on his lips. I took the tea sipping, and smiled, to myself, to him, at the situation. “How was it?” He asked – his tone suddenly softer than before… I looked up at him, I didn’t have words, my cunt still ached. He handed me a tissue and I wiped the spunk of my face, out of my hair, off my eyelashes. I put down the tea, laid back into his arm, closing my eyes. ”Next time” I said finally, “You can fuck my arse like that”.

Poem.

Lay back and spread yourself

For me and all to see

Leave yourself beautifully exposed

Let you inhibitions free

Slide your hands down your tum,

And up and down your thigh

Slide over your special spots

Wave your modesty goodbye

Slide your fingers out and in,

Back and forth they’ll glide

Turn your face towards me,

Let your innocence fly

Relax and just give in to pleasure

Forget I’m there with you

Tease and love you perfect centre

Till all your pleasure runs true

Quote.

Nothing is more public than the sexual act, and nothing is more sexual than public sex.