by Reed James
“Oh, yes! I'm such a bad slut!” moaned Maria, thrusting her ass out at me. Smack! “Sixteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
I could see her pussy peaking pink through the forest of her dark pussy hairs; the glistening gash beckoned me. Crack! Her right cheek jiggled.
“Seventeen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.
Her bush glistened with her passion, dewy drops clinging to her hair reflecting the blinking lights of the cockpit. Her pussy seemed to beg to be slapped.
“Don't you just want to slap that pussy,” moaned Sally.
“Yes!”
Sally buried inside me, another wonderful wave of lust shot through me. My hand fell, cracking the slutty copilot's left asscheek. Fingers churned my pussy. All my lusts and sensations were growing, brewing, threatening to explode and drive me wild.
“Eighteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
“Then do it!” hissed the Captain, pulling back and slamming back into me. My hand fell. Flash cracked.
“Nineteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
My eyes fell on that naughty, pink slit peering at me from between her thighs. It called to me, pleading with me to slap my hand right on her petals. Crack! Her cheeks jiggled, her ass grew more red, but I had eyes only for her pussy.
“Twenty, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”
“Slap the naughty sluts cunt,” Sally hissed. “Teach her a lesson. She needs to become a perfect copilot.”
“Yes! Discipline me, Mrs. Reynolds.”
It was so wrong. What had these futas down to me. I went from a faithful, new wife to a futa slut getting off on spanking a poor woman's beautiful ass in a blink of an eye. It was so hard to think as the pleasure built inside me, stirred by the plunging cock and fingers. Sally's flesh was pressed against my back, warm and writhing, electricity arching between our bodies.
“Yes!” I screamed.
Pleasure exploded within me, shooting lightning through my body.
My arm snapped forward. My hand streaked for Maria's pink pussy. A wet crack sang in the air. My palm came away damp with Maria's passion.
“Yes!” the bound copilot screamed, the manacles rattling as she bucked. “Twenty-one, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds!” Her screams were thick with her desire.
The slut came!
I made her orgasm just by spanking her. I had that much power. My own climax intensified, a storm of lightning cracking through me, the Captain's plunging stick and probing fingers were lightning rods, drawing more strikes. I pressed my back into Sally, her arms holding me as I swayed as the storm of rapture tossed me to and fro.
Crack!
My hand struck her pussy again.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Maria moaned, her legs buckling, dangling by her arms as she spasmed and writhed. “Twenty-two! Oh, yes! Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds! Thank you, thank you!”
Sally drove her cock faster in and out of my ass, prolonging my orgasm. I cried and moaned, my insides churned into jelly. I couldn't think or move. I could only tremble as the Captain used my asshole for her pleasure.
“Take it, futa slut!” she hissed. “Every woman want's to be my slut!”
“I do!” I howled. I barely even remembered my husband at this moment. All that mattered was the thick cock reaming my ass and giving me such pleasure.
The Captain grunted, holding me tight. Her breasts pressed against my back as her stick buried into the depths of my bowels. Warmth flooded me. Her futa cum. A last, flurry of lightning whirled through my body, and then the storm passed.
The three of us panted, coming down from our orgasmic highs. My mind was whirling. I didn't know how I could ever give this up and go back to my husband? I loved him, but how could I ever be satisfied by his regular cock again?
Sally pulled out of me, warmth rushing out of my ass and trickling down to my pussy. I fell to my knees, my emotions crashing over me. I had just bound my life to my husbands, and now, mere hours later, I had found something better. What have I done?
“She is a hot one,” Sally laughed. “Let's get you down, Maria. You were punished enough.”
“I was,” the copilot purred. “So well. She's a natural Domme.”
“Yes, she is.”
A sob escaped my lips. How can I face my husband?
“What's wrong?” Maria asked, kneeling down beside me. “Mrs. Reynolds, what's the matter.”
“I just got married and now I'm a futa whore. What am I going to do?”
“It was just some harmless fun,” Sally shrugged.
“But I love him,” I sobbed. “What have I done?”
Maria hugged me. “So love him. He doesn't have to know about this. We'll never tell him.”
“Besides, it's hardly cheating with a futa,” the Captain said.
“But how can I ever be satisfied with his cock? You futas are so passionate and wild.”
Maria stroked her cheek. “So just love him, and when you feel the need for a futa, go and find one of them. They're everywhere. Satisfy your lusts and go back to your husband. Love and lust aren't the same thing. It's okay to get your rocks off with someone else.”
“More than okay,” Sally purred. She cupped my chin, turning me to face her cock. It was hard, glistening, and smelled faintly sour. “Now you got my cock dirty, clean it off, slut.”
I sniffed, tears running down my face. Anger filled me. How dare she try and have sex with me right now. But my eyes locked on her cock. I really was a futa slut. I couldn't control myself. Despite all my confusion and grief, my lips opened and I swallowed her dick, swirling my tongue around the sour cock.
I was such a bad wife, but I loved the taste of my ass on her cock. It was so degrading and filthy—something only a slut would do. A futa slut. That's what I was. Maybe Sean could understand the desires burning in my heart and accept me when I have to abandon him to find what my body truly craves—a woman with a big cock.
I sucked harder, flicking my tongue around her dick, sucking all the traces of my ass off of her. She wanted her stick cleaned, and I was eager to do it. I worked my lips, forming a tight seal, as I bobbed. My tongue swirled and teased. Salty precum slowly replaced the sour flavor as I cleansed her dick of my filth.
“Copilot, provide Mrs. Reynolds with some assistance. Her ass is quite a mess.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Maria lifted my ass until I was kneeling, Captain Sally's cock sliding in and out of my mouth as she fucked me. My asscheeks were spread, then a warm tongue slid through it, Maria moaning as she lapped up the Captain's spunk leaking out of my dirty hole. Her tongue found my asshole, swirling about it. I groaned into Sally's cock as that tongue worked into me. Wonderful pleasure shot through me as she sucked out the cum, then shoved her tongue past my sphincter, swirling around inside my backdoor.
I knelt there and let these two women ravish me, driving away my emotions with a storm of lust. The Captain's stick drove deeper into my mouth, her bulbous tip striking the back of my throat. Her hands tightened in my blonde hair covered by my wedding veil, and shoved her futa cock right down my throat. I felt so used. So dirty. My pussy burned, churning as Maria's tongue stirred my asshole.
“Swallow my cock, slut!” groaned the captain. “Work my stick! That's it, futa slut!”
Fingers teased my pussy lips, stroking my sensitive flesh and sending shuddering rapture through me; I moaned around the cock diving down my throat. My face was pressed against the Captain's groin, every inch of her cock in my mouth. I couldn't breath. I moaned around the cock, the blood pounding through all my body, pumping bliss.
“Love my stick!” the Captain grunted, then she pulled back.
I sucked air through my nose before her cock drove back into my throat and choked me again. My pleasure grew more intense as I struggled to breath. Maria's fingers stroked my labia, then spread my pussy open. I could feel the liquid warmth dripping out of me; my dirty juices staining the cockpit floor.
I should make Maria lick them up. I came.
The Captain's
stick buried down my throat. I moaned around it. My pussy clenched as my muscles went wild. I could feel my juices squirting out of me, splashing the cockpit floor, making an even larger mess for Maria to clean. I looked up at the Captain; she had a big grin on her face as she looked down at me, proud that her cock was impaled in my throat as I came.
“I think my cock's clean enough for your pussy, slut,” she laughed. “And I think your pussy is primed for what it craves.”
She pulled her cock out of my mouth. “Yes,” I panted, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm bled out of me. “I'm so ready for your hard cock in me!”
The Captain took her seat, her cock waving up above her lap, and gave her thighs a pat. “Then come sit on my stick and help me fly the plane.”
I was on my feet in a heart's beat. I glanced down to see a sticky puddle that had flooded out of my cunt. I grabbed Maria's dark-brown curls and shoved her face into the mess. “Lick it up, whore. We can't have a wet floor. Think of the safety implications.”
The Captain laughed as her copilot's pink tongue licked across the floor, slurping up my pussy cream. “You are a wild one. Your poor husband has no idea what he's in for.”
I grinned at her. There were definitely going to be some changes. I had a taste for power.
“You need to see Yurika at Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor in Honolulu. She'll smooth things out between you and your husband.”
“Really?”
She winked at me. “She's a specialist when it comes to these matters. She's helped a lot of futas and futa-lovers out over the years. Now come here and grasp my flight controls with your naughty pussy.”
“Yes, Captain,” I grinned, stepping carefully over the control console, trying not to nudge the throttles. I sat on her lap, facing away from the Captain and staring out at the night sky. Her cock nudged my pussy lips, then I sank all the way down on her, groaning as she filled me up. She was so big; I couldn't believe I fit her entire stick in my ass.
“This is the only way to fly,” she grinned, her naked breasts pressing into my back, two hard nipples rubbing against my flesh.
“Uh-huh,” I moaned, shifting my weight, sliding that long shaft around inside me. She was so deep inside me. I almost felt like she was pressed into my cervix. So wonderfully deep.
“Isn't that a beautiful moon,” she panted, nuzzling my neck as I lifted my weight up with my feet planted on the floor and hands pressing on her seat's armrests.
A beautiful, silvery moon shone down on the wine-dark expanse of the pacific, the waves rippling like diamonds beneath us. She reached over, flipping a switch, and the cockpit went dark, lit only by the instruments—a constellation of orange, red, and white stars.
“So beautiful!” I moaned and I wished I was on my husband's cock, sharing this moment with him, even if his wasn't nearly so long or satisfying.
Her hand reached around me, finding my right breast, and gave my nipple a tweak. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on her stick. “Work my controls,” she hissed. “Fly my plane!”
“Yes, Captain!”
I rose up and down faster, my flesh clinging to her stick, nerves rejoicing to be touched and stroked, flooding my body with so much bliss. The chair creaked as I slid up then dropped back down, a grunt escaping my lips. Up and down, churning my passion as I stared out into the darkness. I wanted this experience to never end.
Sweat ran in rivulets as I worked my body, trickling between my heaving breasts. My legs and arms burned, but I didn't' care—I kept fucking my futa lover, pushing through the fatigue, pleasuring her stick with my naughty cunt.
“Hold on,” the Captain moaned.
“What?”
“Turbulence,” giggled Maria. “You are in for some fun.”
The plane suddenly bucked and dropped. No longer did I have to ride the Captain's stick, the rough air did all the work. I bounced up her cock, then slammed back down, stretching my poor pussy out and giving me such intense pleasure stabbing through me. Over and over I was bounced and tossed, and the rapture that burst inside me was intense.
“Yes!” I screamed as I bounced up. “Gonna cum!”
I slammed down, my back pillowing against Sally's tits while her cock drove to the very depths of my pussy. My eyes bulged. The pleasure was intense, rippling through me. I rose up again, then crashed back down. I was out of control, the turbulence didn't give me a break. My pussy went wild as orgasm after orgasm roared through me.
“Love it!” laughed the Captain. “Work my stick, futa slut!”
Fingers tightened on my nipple, pinching hard. Another yelp burst from my lips. The futa cock inside me erupted girl-cum. Flood after warm flood washed through my naughty hole. I rose up, then came down, cum squirting out of my pussy around her shaft. I bounced up again, sliding up her wonderful, cumming cock until on the tip remained, spewing gobs into my pussy.
She held me when I fell back down her girth, pinning me to her lap as the turbulence faded to a low rumble, her breasts sticky on my back. “Wow,” I panted, shifting my poor, abused pussy on her shrinking cock. “Wow.”
I couldn't think of anything else to say.
“Uh-huh,” panted the Captain. She nuzzled my neck. “You really know how to handle the controls. Maybe you should fly for Aphrodite Air.”
“Maybe,” I laughed. “At least I'd have fun training as a copilot.”
Maria giggled. “Yep.”
The Captain gave my nipple a pinch. “You better get back to your seat. We'll be landing in an hour. You'll want to get cleaned up.”
“Yeah.” I hesitated, a though popping into my head. My husband hadn't come looking for me. In fact, he had passed out the moment he drank the free champagne the futa flight attendants had handed out. “Did you guys drug Sean?”
“No,” Maria answered. “We enchanted him.”
I blinked. What did that mean?
“Time for you to leave the cockpit, Mrs. Reynolds.”
“Right.” Maria helped me climb out, cum running down my thighs.
“Thank you for spanking my pussy,” she whispered in my ear. “I loved it.”
“You're welcome.”
I exited the cabin and found the two flight attendants helping the double-fucked redhead clean up. All three looked like they had quite the party out here. I found my clothes in the lavatory, pulling my panties up with the Captain's load still buried in me—I was such a naughty bride. I wiped my face down, then snuggled up against my husband when I took my seat.
He stirred soon after, yawning. “Damn, how long was I out for, Irene?”
“Most of the flight.”
He stretched. “Umm. Boy it smells a little funky in here.”
I shrugged. “That's air travel.” I gave him a kiss on the lips. “I was told about this amazing massage parlor in Honolulu we should check out.”
“Sure,” he smiled.
I snuggled up against my husband, but my eyes were on the flight attendants and my thoughts were full of the cocks they could summon. I was forever going to be a futa slut whether my husband liked it or not.
Hopefully, he'd love it.
“This is the Captain,” Sally's calm voice said over the intercom. “We'll be beginning our landing in Honolulu in fifteen minutes. Please return all tray tables and seat backs to their upright and locked position. And thank you for choosing Aphrodite Air, we hoped you enjoyed flying through the friendly skies with us.”
“I did!” I giggled. I couldn't wait for the flight back home.
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Rhonda May winked at me and her hand squeezed mine. I wanted to float away. What a delicious touch. She stepped back from the counter and turned to the machines. She went to work on the drink, adding shots of espresso, pouring in skim milk, and m
ixing in chocolate. I watched her ass as she worked, her hips shaking back and forth like she was dancing to a song only she knew.
“I really am glad I let Annamarie talk me into this,” Rhonda May said. “She's the other owner. She's amazing. You'll love her, too.”
“Yeah,” I croaked. If she was anything like Rhonda May, I just might love her.
Fantasies flashed through my mind. I pictured Rhonda May walking around the counter with my drink. Now you have to pay, she would purr.
How? I would answer.
With your mouth. Her jeans would unsnap and she would wiggle out of them. Her pussy would be shaved and wet. Rhonda May would grab my head and yank me down. She would hump her face against mine. I would tongue her and moan in delight as I devoured her pussy. My tongue would flail all over her pussy, drinking down her juices.
That's it. Pay for your drink, you little slut. Eat my pussy and love it. Every slut that comes in here has to eat my cunt.
Yes, yes, yes, I would moan in my fantasy.
“Only one more thing I need to add,” Rhonda May winked at me. “It's our special spice.”
“Oh, sure,” I nodded. I needed to stop fantasizing about this woman.
“I can't add the special spice out here.” She leaned forward. My eyes looked down her cleavage. “It's a trade secret. I have to do it in the back. But if you're good, maybe I'll show you one day.”
I wanted to be good. “How do I do that?” I asked.
“By filling out your punch card,” she beamed. “Every ten drinks allows you to witness the special ingredient.”
I nodded my head, my body trembling. Was this really happening? It was like she was flirting with me. I shuddered as she took my steaming drink and headed through the swinging doors to the back. I was so curious what the ingredient was. She made it sound so mysterious.
I craned my neck, trying to get a view through the round window set in the swinging door. Rhonda May stood in place, her hands out of sight. Her right arm moved like she was doing something repetitive. Her eyes closed and she licked her lips.
I thought I heard a throaty, sexual moan.
