MICHELE'S NEW LIFE - CHAPTER 15A free porn video

CHAPTER 15A: EUROPE—THE FLIGHT

Tim called one night all excited. He said he had conversations with Mr. R who presented a proposal that sounded like a wonderful opportunity that we needed to seriously discuss and decide if it fit within our established limits and boundaries. That’s one of the reason I love this man so much, even after all the changes our life has gone through and the familiarity of sex within our lifestyle, he was still paying close attention to the limits and boundaries. Knowing the proposal was from Mr. R, I knew the proposal would involve another sexual adventure. And given Tim’s stated desire to discuss it in relation to our agreed to limits and boundaries, I also knew that this one was not something we had previously encountered. There must be elements of it that were on the edges of my stated limits.

So I made a nice dinner with fish, rice and salad and opened a bottle of wine a little before Tim’s expected arrival. My sex life seemingly flashed before my eyes as I wondered what the proposal might be that Tim needed to specifically reference a serious discussion of limits. We had evolved so far in our minds, already. From riding naked on a motorcycle followed by walking into a convenience store naked, to being fucked by a strange, inexperienced dog in the park, to spending a weekend as a sexual object at Mr. R’s estate and other wonderful activities. But this was going to be new. I surprised myself when I realized my hand was between my legs and I found a wet pussy greeting my fingers. I decided I should dress appropriately.

Although it was normal (and expected) that I would be naked at home, whether inside or outside, I wanted this to be more for Tim with this discussion. I just knew it needed to be. So, with everything set for his arrival, I rushed into the bedroom and straight into the shower. Blew my hair dry and let it hang loose while still slightly wet. Tim loved my hair long and it was certainly getting long reaching below my shoulder blades. I trusted he would let me know when and how my hair should be trimmed. Wow, I realized that I had indeed reached that point in our relationship. My hair was also at his control. I then went to my top intimates drawer (it seemed I have more intimate apparel than anything else) and selected a different combination for him tonight. A light red. Thigh high stockings and a very short negligee that tied below my breast leaving my pussy fully exposed and my breasts nearly so. To that I added a dark red for a choker around my neck, lipstick, and high heels. I looked in the mirror and smiled. I never got tired of seeing how I looked dressed like this, knowing how men, any men, would react. Tim especially.

As I heard car tires crushing on the gravel of the driveway at the county road, I poured two glasses of the wine and moved the dinner to the table, lit the candles on the table and around the room and turned off all the other lights. I met him at the door with the glass and kissed him. I removed his jacket and then his tie, unlaced his shoes and removed them. As I stood, I playfully pulled my hand up his leg, over his crotch feeling his cock inside move, and up to his chest. “Welcome home, Sir. After your call I prepared a dinner to allow us time to have the talk you felt we needed.” I turned to walk to the dining room and he slipped his hand onto my bare ass and gave it a little pat. I turned my head over my shoulder as I continued and gave him a smile. “I hope my attire pleases you, Sir?”

“Yes, Michele. Your attire is very pleasing.” He reached out to stop me and pulled me into his arms, putting his glass down on the table. He embraced me, slipping one hand to my ass and the other around my back and kissed me. Passionately, and lovingly. He gave me several small kisses on the lips, my cheeks, even my nose as his hand on my ass moved to my side and up onto my breast outside the negligee, then back to my bare ass. He pulled me into him again and I pressed myself into his body, my crotch into his, my breasts into his chest. I felt him hardening under my body’s pressing. He pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, “Michele, you know you have always pleased me, always been more than I could expect. Whether as a lover, wife or submissive you have exceeded all I could imagine. I love you and cherish you.”

“Thank you, Tim! I mean, thank you, Sir.”

“You do enjoy this, don’t you? The submissive, allowing yourself to be controlled safely and protectively?”

“Yes, Sir. More all the time. Just hearing that the proposal from Mr. R needed discussion in relation to our limits and boundaries made me wet. I find I crave it. You know Sir that when you have me doing things with others or yourself or Cody that I orgasm frequently. But I hope you also know that I realize and accept my role and obligation to provide pleasure to the others, mine being secondary. But that action, that realization is such a turn-on for me that I also orgasm through the act of pleasing. Do you understand, Sir?”

“Yes, I do. And so does Carlos. That is one of the things that is so erotic and stimulating about you. You are very intentional about our pleasure. But, it is so evident that pleasing others has become so stimulating to you. Your orgasms are intense and frequent. I love you, Michele. Not because you have submitted yourself. I loved you, first. Your submission is just exciting.”

“Thank you, Sir. Can I serve you dinner now, Sir?”

“Yes, you can. And while you are, answer me a curiosity question, please. You always refer to Carlos as Mr. R. Why?”

“Respect, Sir. If I am with him, he becomes my ‘Sir’ like you are when I am with you. But if I need to distinguish between you, he is ‘Mr. R’. ‘Carlos’ would seem too familiar.”

“Very good, thank you.” After I finished serving him helpings of the dinner and refilling his wine, I served myself and took the seat to the side of him so we were closer. Then, he started, “Now, about this proposal from Carlos.”

In generalities Mr. R presented the following to Tim: Mr. R had a need to be in Europe for meetings at his Berlin, Germany company. The meetings would take three to four days there. There was also an internationally known dog competition show in Rotterdam, Netherlands where six of his friends were showing their prized dogs. He thought it would be exciting to have me be the reward for any of them that became champions in their breeds. They were all large dog breeds. He suggested that all winning dogs and their owners have access to me the night of the Finals. Additionally, as an extra level of excitement for several of the owners, I would be restrained. Not that I had ever not enjoyed taking dogs but there was a psychological factor of restraint. Mr. R additionally expressed that he had always had a voyeuristic interest in the seeder side of Amsterdam and the live sex shows that existed there. Further, Tim would join us then the morning after visiting Amsterdam and he and I could have the time Mr. R required in Berlin for our own excursions and we could travel as we wished by train and join the group in Berlin for the return flight home. It appeared that I would be under the control of Mr. R for half of the European trip and the other half under Tim’s.

We found ourselves finished with the dinner after the generalities were presented as he understood it. I asked him to hold his thought for a moment as I took the dishes away and got the desert, a light raspberry sherbet. Returning and serving Tim his dish, he once again took the opportunity to slip his hand onto my bare ass and then between my legs. And when I parted my legs a little more for him and he made contact with my pussy lips, I knew he knew instantly that I was interested, more than just interested. He felt my wetness and raised his finger to my lips and I eagerly sucked the juice off.

As I sat down, I was aware of a damp spot on my chair and it briefly passed through my mind that tomorrow I should take a moment to clean this chair to avoid stains. But when I was seated, Tim started in again, “It would seem, my love, my darling, submissive wife, that the idea of this has some excitement for you. And that would seem to understate it.”

I blushed under all that red and I could feel it rushing through me. “Yes, Sir. It does. Certain of the details, as yet undefined, are certainly new to our experience.”

“Indeed, which brings us to the need for discussions and if there is anything to truly discuss.”

At this point we had finished our sherbet and Tim refilled our wine glasses and we moved to the family room. He indicated to me to sit in a large straight back wood chair with arms that had an embroidered cushion tied to the back. I knew immediately how to sit. He has used this chair on occasions for his amusement and visual stimulation. I leaned back into the chair and put each knee over an arm of the chair with my ass toward the front. This effectively opened my legs and my pussy to his view. As casually as I could, I sipped my wine and looked to him. Casually as I could because the obscenely, obviously exposed nature of my sitting was extremely arousing even in front of the man who has made love to me so much and routinely sees me naked as a matter of course. This blatant exposure of my cunt to him forced my mind to focus on my display. And that focus caused both a simultaneous blush and wild arousal as the woman of my upbringing came to the surface at the same time the woman I had evolved into came to the surface. And, as he pushed a couple buttons, the lighting shifted so most of the lighting was in front of me rather that behind, thereby eliminating most shadows and clearly showing me. And as I reacted to this knowledge and my excitement increased, I knew he could see my lips open and my moisture increase and slowly run down my lips and opening to the bottom of my pussy and then drop, one drop but collecting for another, onto the wood chair surface.

“So, Michele, my submissive, my beautiful wife, the idea of jetting off across the ocean in a private plane, naked and at the disposal of Carlos and probably Anthony, Marie and the pilots before even getting to Europe and then doing who knows what once there, it excites you. I can see your excitement, dear.”

“Yes, Sir. Oh, God, YES! It does. But, please, Sir. What elements of our limits are involved?”

“I don’t actually know if any are. But there are some that perhaps weren’t considered. For instance, you have submitted to Carlos now in the same way you have to me. But, does the aspect of going overseas only with him, or without me, have any impact on the limits or boundaries?”

I paused and studied him. Was this a trap? Was he wanting me to indicate that I preferred him or preferred his participation or protection above any other? I went with what our submission agreement was, but I intended to qualify my response for him. “No, Sir. I accepted submission to Mr. R in the same way as to you based on your recommendation and approval. Therefore, I accept his control over me in your absence within our limits and boundaries with the same trust that I have with you.”

“Good girl. The first area would be the use of restraint after the dog show. We have not engaged in even mild bondage to this point. As I understand Carlos’ intent, you would be restrained in a supported kneeling position to be fucked but your head and shoulders loose to accommodate anyone/anything in front of you. So long as the restraints are not constricting and Carlos is always in control, this should be within our limits.”

“Agreed. Thank you, Sir. That was one that occurred to me, also, but at the same time I find myself extremely turned-on by the idea.”

“Good! Next, would be Amsterdam. Amsterdam is internationally known for wildly varied live sex shows and displays. None of us has any real idea what to expect inside one of these, but Carlos assured me that both he and Anthony would be accompanying you at all times. I think that falls into the trust issue that your protection will be paramount during any activities and also within our limits.”

“Yes, Sir. I agree. I don’t know what to expect there but I have total trust with you, Mr. R, and Anthony.”

“If Carlos instructs you to fuck or suck someone unknown to you, you will trust his judgment for your safety and protection as you would me?”

“Yes, Sir. That is my submission to him, isn’t it Sir? I trust that he has eliminated the negative potentials which allows me to focus myself on properly using my body to please whomever he chooses with my cunt, asshole or mouth.”

“Excellent, Destiny. Michele, remember that once you leave and until we meet again in Amsterdam, your name should always be ‘Destiny’. That is also for your protection.”

“I remember, Sir.”

“Now, when I join you and while Carlos and the others are in Berlin, I will be making plans for us. We will be able to travel by train and ultimately meet up with the others in Berlin. I will let Carlos know that he can finalize plans and let us know the details. This will be another big step, Michele. Your eagerness and excitement, already evident, is pleasing. Now, you can come here and please me more.”

And I did, of course. Eagerly. I opened his pants and took out his hardening cock. Despite our frequent play, his teasing me and exposing me, setting me up for my stimulation and put into regular erotic situations, he continues to be aroused himself. He continues to be excited no matter how many times he sees me in these situations. And to me that is a tremendous turn-on, knowing that I still have that effect on him and I can only imagine then what it must be like for a stranger who doesn’t regularly see me in these situations. As I took him into my mouth and he hardened completely, I sucked him and eventually took him into my throat, working my throat muscles to stimulate him until he eventually gave me his cum, the first spurt sent directly down my throat.

It didn’t take Mr. R long to pull the detail together. The following week he would be stopping in our city to pick me up and continue on to Rotterdam, Netherlands. The instructions were that I was to pack clothes for more than a week and plenty of the intimates. Anthony would be picking me up and bringing me to the airport. Tim selected my wardrobe for the trip and everything was short dress, skirts, tight tops and loose tops, no underwear and, of course, lots of high heels, thigh high stockings of various colors and styles, and a variety of very sheer negligees all of which would leave me fully exposed in front at least any time I moved. I was instructed to be dressed in pink for the trip. Naturally, that meant light pink stockings and baby doll negligee that left me fully exposed in front except for my breast which were fully visible through the material, and darker pink high heels and choker. Long pearls around my neck and dangling earrings completed the outfit with my hair curled and hanging loose.

When Anthony pulled into the drive and came to the door, I was waiting. Tim had taken the morning off to see me off. Anthony took my cases, the large suitcase that contained my real clothes even if many were scandalously exposing and the smaller containing the range of intimates. Anthony gave me an approving look up and down and smiled at Tim as he put the cases into the trunk. Tim took me into his arms and gave me a very nice, enveloping hug, stroking my back and ass, reaching under the negligee and patting my bare ass. I pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. “I am proud of you, Michele. This is another big step but you will do fine. Trust in Carlos and Anthony and serve them well. Always remember, to us you will be the most beautiful and exciting woman. I will see you in Amsterdam in three days. I love you, Michele. Have fun. I am hard just thinking about this adventure and I have a surprise for our time together. Bye, love.”

With that I got into the car with Anthony, the negligee falling to the sides of my legs and leaving my pussy exposed. Tim knocked on the window and I pushed the button to lower it. He said, “You are a submissive now. Remember when you leave the plane that you will be ‘Destiny’.”

“Yes, Sir. Don’t be concerned, Sir. I will be everything you would expect if you were present.” And with that I opened my legs as I was instructed to do while in the role.

On the way to the plane Anthony said that the plane was able to make the trip non-stop. Once in the air, which should be by noon, the flight would take about ten hours which would make it about 5:00 AM tomorrow. Once at the hotel, we will all get a little sleep but not too much so we can properly acclimate by maintaining their time schedule. We will tour a little before the dog show finals that night. The following day will then be Amsterdam as planned.

Arriving at the plane he handled it different. Last time he dropped me off at the plane to minimize my exposure time and that was while it was still dark in the morning. Today it was nearly noon and Anthony parked right away in the hanger and popped the trunk. I slowly got out and stood next to the car seeing all the activity around the plane and the airport. He noticed my hesitation and smiled, “Yes, I know. I was surprised, too. Carlos and Tim agreed that this is the next step in public exposure and within your limits they said because there was little potential of creating an issue with the police from here to the plane. Tim said that if you needed it to remember, this is just the next step and something he didn’t need to remind me of, that you are the most beautiful woman.”

I sucked in my breath and reached for the smaller roller case. And in my heels and negligee, the breeze pushing it behind me and really exposing me, Anthony and I walked side by side to the plane steps. I noticed Marie and Mr. R standing at the top watching. Both wilh big smiles. When I climbed to the top, Marie gave me a big hug, keeping me outside a little bit longer. She said, “Michele, wow, girl. You have such nerve. I noticed you just looked straight ahead but you had everyone in the area stopped in their tracks.”

Anthony was putting both my bags in the luggage compartment under the plane and joined us at the top of the stairs and we went inside. Mr. R was relaxing in one of the seats with a drink and he got up to greet me with a hug and a very hungry kiss. “Michele, that was so hot. Walking across the tarmac so casually, chatting with Anthony, for all practical purposes being totally naked. I hope you have as much fun on this adventure as we intend to have.”

“Thank you, Sir. I fully intend to do everything I can do to make this a most enjoyable time for you, Anthony and Marie. And, Sir that will also apply to anyone else you should direct me to please.”

“Excellent, Michele. Now, while the last minute flight issues are being taken care of, let’s go over the requirements while you are on the plane. First, these are to be worn by you at all times when you are not sitting in your designated seat and they will be remotely controlled.” He handed me a vibrating egg and bullet. I took them from him, slipped the egg into my mouth and inserted it into my cunt which was already wet. I did the same to the bullet and had to work it a little more to push it past my sphincter, both with the small ring attached to the string just outside.

“Second, your duties on the plane will include serving us as may be required. This would be meals, drinks, refreshments and including to the pilots. Marie will be in charge of the galley but you will assist her and do the actual serving. Once we are all served, you can join us. Third, you will of course be fully available to us at all times either in the open or in the bedroom as the person may request. But you will comply wherever they wish.”

“Of course, Sir. That will be my distinct pleasure to make my cunt, ass and mouth available to you all. And later to any others you decide. Sir, I assume the pilots will also be included?”

“Yes, Michele, they are. But their options are far less flexible.”

“Of course, Sir. I will comply at any time and for any request.”

“Excellent. Now, fourth, and I already mentioned your ‘designated seat’. You will always sit in this seat. The four of us will generally be sitting in the foursome seating facing each other. But you must be very careful with you sit. You will notice there is a puncture in the center. Please put your knee on the seat to the side of the puncture.” I did as instructed and saw a bright red, contoured dildo rise out of the seat, pause, and begin moving up and down in regular strokes. When I took my knee off the seat, it paused again and then receded back into the seat.

“That is why you must be careful when sitting down. Put your hands down on the seat first to raise the dildo, position yourself, and fully sit down. The pressure on the seat triggers the action. After rising it locks the height and then starts its stroke. Please try it so Anthony can make any necessary adjustments.” I looked at Marie and Anthony and blushed, visible even under the pink I was wearing. I put my hands down on the seat, and then stood back up. I reached between my legs and took out the egg and then the bullet. Mr. R stopped me, “No, only the egg. Leave the bullet in your ass.” I reinserted the bullet and put my hands onto the seat causing the dildo to rise. I moved my cunt over the dildo and slowly sat down on it until I was sitting fully on the seat. It started its stroke and it was fine.

Anthony went between my legs and reached under the seat. “Michele, this is the highest it will go on this setting. I assume you are comfortable. I will adjust it upward for full penetration. Let me know when it hits you at the top and I will adjust it down a little. By the way, in case you are wondering I can also lock the mechanism so this is just another seat. But not for this flight.” He had slowed the stroke to make the adjustment and then reset the stroke speed to what he said was medium. Oh, my! All of the sudden the stroking dildo started vibrating, too. Combined with the vibrating bullet in my ass, this was getting me on my way very quickly. But even if I wasn’t sitting on this I would have a vibrating egg in my cunt. Or, a cock. Hell, the way this was getting started, and we were still on the ground, I had no idea any more what might be in store for me on this flight.

Mr. R continued while I was being stroked by the dildo, “Finally, Michele, while on the plane you will continue to be the lovely friend of all of us but also the submissive you are by the name ‘Michele’. But, as a reminder, once we leave the plane you will be known to all as a submissive traveling with us for our enjoyment who is ‘Destiny’.”

“I understand, Sir. Thank you that consideration and my protection.” But as I said that, I gasped out my reaction to the seat. The pilot came over the speaker to let us know that he would begin his taxiing for takeoff and to take our seats. I wondered how this was going to feel with the added forces of takeoff and later the landing. I was sure the landing would be intense. As it turned out, even the takeoff with the sudden lift of the plane pushed that unrelenting device into my cunt and body even deeper than it already was and I shivered. And as everyone watched me closely, I felt the bullet and the dildo vibrations intensify, I pushed down on the arm rests and my legs went straight out in front of me, my feet bumping into Mr. R. My legs tightened and they could see my muscles constricted in my thighs. Then I gasped and moaned and cried out as I came on this dildo. Even with my eyes squeezed shut tightly in the midst of experiencing this first orgasm, I knew the others were intently watching me as I shivered, my legs still tight, my head falling forward and then shooting back against the seat back. And that very knowledge of being watched in such close proximity made me orgasm even harder and longer.

As I started recovering, I opened my eyes and looked to each. I blushed fiercely, “I am sorry, Sir. It was just so intense.” I noticed the vibrations were reduced, again.

Mr. R responded, “Nonsense, Michele. You are not under any kind of orgasm control. You should enjoy this, too. We all have experienced how intensely you do orgasm. Believe me when I say that it is a most marvelous thing to watch.” Marie and Anthony quickly agreed.

Apparently, the pilot had already announced that they had reached a safe altitude to allow us to move about and release our seat belts. I only guessed that when Marie asked me to assist her in the galley. I was still feeling the glow from my orgasm and stopped to go through the sequence I needed to follow. I put both hands on the seat arms and slowly raised myself off the seat enough to eliminate any pressure which caused the dildo to stop stroking. Then I slowly raised up more but at the same time the machine under the seat was withdrawing it and it came out of my cunt, pulling my lips out with it and at the same time a sigh and moan escaped my mouth as the dildo left me empty. I looked around for the egg and blushed yet again as I found I had left it sitting out on top of the support next to my seat. Anthony watched very deliberately as I aligned it carefully so the string and ring would be outside and I slipped it back in. It went in even easier this time as my cunt was now not only very wet from my orgasm, but also still gaping open. Immediately, I felt it start vibrating and I had to lean onto the seat back and take several breaths until my body adjusted to this stimulation. Marie came up beside me and gave me a supportive hug. I noticed that both Mr. R and Anthony were adjusting their hard-ons. I wondered how long it would be before one or both would want to use my body for some relief.

In the galley Marie moved me to the outside wall and leaned me against it. “Get your equilibrium, Michele. I have some things to get together, sliced fruit and juices, and then you can take them out to the guys. God, Michele! Carlos is right, you know. You are so hot when you orgasm. I nearly came just watching you.”

“Marie, I thought the previous flights were sexually amazing. But that was nothing compared to what I think this one is going to be. One part of me wants to be so embarrassed. Another part of me just relishes it, longs for it. If it is as stimulating to you guys as you say, then it is even more of what I am meant to provide you and it becomes a further extension of my purpose. Does that sound crazy?”

“Perhaps if applied to me. But knowing you, dear, no, not for you. This is what, who you are. You are amazing, Michele. Here, feel.” She took my hand and slipped it under her skirt which she was raising with her other hand. Her panties were soaked through. “Realizing how wet I am, maybe I did cum …”

But I haven’t taken my hand away. I am still rubbing her through her soaked panties, feeling her slit and her clit. And she spread her legs as I encircle my other arm around her neck and pull her in for a kiss. But not just a kiss, an attack with my mouth and tongue and she responds immediately, anxiously, with her own urgency and need. As we kiss, I pull her skirt up to her waist before returning my arm to hold her to me. My nearly bare breasts pressed into hers even though they are encased inside a blouse and bra. As my hand continues to work between her legs, she moans and sighs into my mouth. When I move her panty to one side and slip one and then two fingers into her wet and ready pussy, she groans her pleasure and whimpers her need for more. In the midst of our kiss, our lips pressed together, she whispers urgently to me, “Make me cum, Michele! Please, please, Michele, I need to cum, I have to cum. God, I want to cum on your fingers now.”

My tongue is inside her mouth and fighting for depth and then I take her tongue between my teeth and lips. I am sucking on it like I expect it to cum for me. All the while my fingers are pumping into her pussy, my thumb rubbing her clit occasionally, not always, but as accent to the sensations in her mouth and pussy. And then she slumps and cries out but it is lost in my mouth, barely audible outside the galley. Her legs start to buckle and I turn her and push her against the outside wall for support as I pump my fingers into her taking her through her orgasm. Her head falls forward into my shoulder, she is breathing heavily, occasionally gasping as the last of the jolts of orgasm move through her body. As she recovers, I slide down her body keeping her skirt at her waist and I pull her soaked panties to her feet and off one foot. I push her legs further apart and push my mouth into her open and wet pussy. I am licking and sucking her juice off her pussy lips and the upper parts of her legs, slipping my tongue inside her lips to get more if I can pull it out. She finally takes my hair in her hands and pulls my head away and pulls me up to her and she smashes my mouth with hers.

“Good God, Michele! You do such amazing things to my body. I wonder if Carlos will let me keep you in my bed forever.”

I smile at this, “Marie, you have the body and the personality that inspires me to please you. And, no, I think he, Anthony, Tim and others have their own ideas of how I should be used. But thank you for saying that. I love you, Marie. I hope you know that. And I love how your body, your being responds to me when I love you.”

She hugs me tight and we just stay that way until, “But we better get these refreshments back to them.”

I bend down and remove her panties from her other foot, raise them to my face, smell them and then suck on them while looking her in the eyes. She gasps and nearly swoons. I smile as I lay them on the preparation surface, “They are too soaked to wear, dear. Just be careful not to flash anyone in that skirt.”

But then I remember my own stimulation as both vibrators kick up a couple notches, “Oh, dear. Ugh … hmmmm … I think I am being buzzed by someone. I better gets these to them now.” I turned and started out of the galley but looked back and blew a kiss to Marie. When I turn, both men are watching and see it. As I approach them, I see Anthony manipulate the remotes and the vibrations reduce slightly. I sigh and close my eyes at the change and continue to them. Both men have smiles on their faces as I put the items on their side tables.

Anthony asked, “May I have a kiss?”

“Of course, Anthony.”

After the kiss, “Hmmmm that must be what Marie tastes like. Very nice.” I blushed. And when I hear something behind me, I turn and see Marie behind me, also blushing brightly. Anthony continues, “I am sorry, Marie. That was meant to tease Michele, not you. Please forgive me.”

She said, “Nonsense. Of course you suspected what the delay was and you both know the attraction we have for each other. But that will still be the only way you’ll taste it, again.” And all four of us laughed.

Relaxed, I started to sit down to join in the refreshment when I remembered the seat. And despite my exposure, my recent orgasm, I still blushed once more as I slipped my hand between my legs and removed the egg, put my hands on the seat, waited for the dildo to reach height and penetrate myself on it and then feel it pumping inside me. I was still holding the egg and moving it to the other hand as I reached for a piece of sliced pineapple, causing the dildo to slide along the wall of my cunt. I look around and finally put the egg in an empty glass. Everyone was again watching me. Mr. R remarked, “Anyone think our poor Michele will get used to these new furnishings?”

Marie said, “No, I don’t think so. She is going to be in overload for most of the trip. And blushing each time.”

Mr. R, “Blushing … I love it about this wonderful woman. So sexual, so openly exhibitionistic, and yet she still blushes when she thinks about the acts she seems to so comfortably execute.”

Sometime later, after we have had some fruit and juice and we are talking and reading, I am leaning back trying to relax and focus on some reading but I cannot. My breathing is quickening and I feel my body rising again toward an orgasm. I look around but cannot see who is manipulating the remote but the damn vibrations are alternating, high on the dildo and low in my ass and then reversed, then low in both, and high in both. And combined with the steady, incessant stroking of the dildo into my cunt, my body reactions were increasing quickly. Looking over at Mr. R and Anthony, both trying to be nonchalant but still being obvious in trying to rearrange their cocks as they stiffened watching me.

I caught Mr. R’s eye and smiled, then blew him a kiss. He now looked directly at me and I said, “Sir, I think I should take care of that problem for you. It is still a long flight. Should I take you to the bedroom or suck you where you are?”

His eyes widened, “You are a bold wench, aren’t you?”

“Only to provide you pleasure, Sir.”

He stood up, stepped between Anthony and me and pulled me up. No going in stages to stop the machine and slide it out of me. When he pulled me up, the stroking dildo literally suctioned out of me leaving a fine string of my juices temporarily attached to the dildo and my cunt lips. He walked me straight to the back of the plane to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. I turned and unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out of his pants and slid the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Then his undershirt. Slowly sinking to a kneeling position on the floor, I kissed his chest and stomach. I removed his shoes, then his socks. Now … I knelt up straighter and in the process pushed my mouth into his crotch, feeling the hardness of his cock underneath. I looked up to his face and his eyes. I smiled as I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, removed them to his feet. He put his hand on my head as he lifted first one, then the other foot for me to remove his pants. Finally, I put my mouth to his crotch, again. I could clearly see his arousal under his shorts. I mouthed his hard cock, kissed it, all from the outside. As I did, I took hold of the elastic waist of his shorts and pulled them just a few inches, still mouthing his cock. Then a few more inches and the head of his cock was shown and I kissed it. While kissing it I moved his shorts down further, mouth and kissing now. When I took the head into my mouth, I pushed his shorts off and down his legs. As I sucked his already hard and throbbing cock, he stepped out of his shorts.

Now I had him naked. My Master on this portion of the trip. But whether he knew it or not, he was mine, his cock was mine, I was about to consume it totally. The buzzing continuing in my ass and the events so far had me on fire. And I was going to use this cock for my pleasure, too. I kissed his cock head one last time and slowly stood. I kissed him and looking him in the eyes, “Sir, how would you like your slut to satisfy you? What position would you enjoy today?”

“I want your ass, slut.”

“Hmmmm, excellent choice, Sir.” I leaned forward slightly and reached behind, found the ring attached to the string and pulled the bullet and it slowly came out of the hole Mr. R was about to refill. “But Sir, what position would you like when you use my ass?”

“Damn, you are hot, aren’t you, woman?”

“Oh, yes, Sir. I hope I don’t break your cock in the process.” I smile at him with a sly, wanton look in my eyes.

“All fours.”

I immediately assumed the position in the center of the bed and he came up behind me, pressed his hard, rigid cock to my sphincter and pressed, pushed, and so did I. Like taking a knot from one of the dogs, both of us pushing, wanting the same thing, penetration and my being owned by the act. No lubrication. I have only the juices that have seeped from my cunt into my ass crack. I am ready if that is what will happen. But Mr. R pulls away and enters my cunt. He is pounding me, driving deeply into me. Then he is out again. And at my asshole. Again pushing against my sphincter and I am more enthusiastically pushing back in return. Now it will happen. He is lubricated by my cunt and we push together and he pops through and into me. He stops and I stop, breathing heavy, panting from the exertion, the need. Then I push back at him and he starts up pumping into me, driving his cock into my asshole. My need is heavy, I have been stimulated since getting onto the plane. I have cum but I need to again but I want Mr. R at least with me if not before. I hold back, I deny myself, I focus on his cock and not on my throbbing ass and cunt. I must hold off, I must, I must. I push back at him, I hesitate and create jerky motions to change the sensations along his cock and I feel him stiffen more, more rigid, pulsing and jerking. I feel his cock grow slightly in my tight fitting ass. He is there and I am impossibly holding back, but no more. I release and my release causes my body to constrict, tighten, spasm and that causes my ass to tighten around his cock. It also manifests itself vocally in my cry of lust and release. He pushes in but the added friction sends him off into his own climax.

I am exhausted, I am finished. I collapse onto the bed and Mr. R comes down with me. We are still joined, cock to ass. Neither of us tries to part, we just lay still, gathering our senses again. But I feel him slipping out, softening, shrinking, and retreating from my ass. And when he is out, flopping against my thigh, I feel his cum running out down onto my leg. I feel him stroke my back, kiss my neck and whisper something I didn’t make out. I feel him pull a blanket over me and the lights go out and I am in darkness. And I surrender to it and fall instantly to sleep.

I awake only an hour and a half later but refreshed from a short sleep. There is still at least half the flight left. I search and find the anal bullet, it isn’t vibrating, and I insert it, easier with the cum now in my ass. I look in the mirror and see my negligee is a mess so I just take it off. Now in stockings and heels. I reenter the lounge walking to the side table at my seat and retrieve the egg. I look everyone in the eye, insert it into my mouth and then into my cunt. “I know someone is controlling the remote but these are both turned off.” I walk toward the galley, “Anyone else need something from the galley? A stronger drink, perhaps?”

I got three orders of drink. As I prepared them, I was duly impressed by the selection of alcohol that Mr. R stocked on his plane. All of it top shelf. I brought the drinks out and besides the polite ‘thank you’ from everyone, Mr. R asked, “What are you doing up so soon? I put you to bed and you come right back out. And what happened to the negligee?”

“Sir that was an hour and a half ago. There are people to please and things to do. And the negligee was a mess. But, seriously, I would like to make a toast to the best friends a submissive slut could possibly want.” We clinked our glasses and took a drink. I waited until Anthony had most of his drunk and I asked, “Anthony, can I interest you in some recreation in the bedroom?”

“God, woman, I don’t know how you do it but I am more than wanting. You have had me hard since about the time I picked you up at your house.”

I took his hand and pulled him up and led him back to the bedroom. Closing the door I asked him, “How would you like me, Anthony? I want you, too. Anyway, any hole. You name it and I am yours.”

“You on top of me, please.”

“No ‘please’. Just tell me, okay? So, on top it is. Let me undress you, Anthony.”

And I did. Slowly, deliberately, relishing each new area of skin being exposed. When he’s naked and I have covered him in my kisses and caresses, I urged him back onto the bed, onto the center to give us more room. He was already hard, needing of me, that was obvious. But I still took him into my mouth, licking his cock head and the length down to his balls. Sucking his cock head into my mouth and then taking more, more, until his entire shaft was lost in my mouth, right to my throat. And I teased him, making him wait for me to mount him, licking him, sucking him, nibbling on the head of his cock. I sat up, looking into his eyes, not smiling now, intensity in my look, desire, no not desire, lust. Lust for him, for his cock. I meant for him to know it, to see it in me, my want, my lust for taking him into me, to take his cum into me. He shivered as I gazed at him stroking him. I smile, finally. I moved up his body to his midsection and straddled him. I leaned in and we kissed and at the same time I stroked his cock with my pussy lips which were wet and open, ready for him to enter me but I kissed him, stroked his cock with my pussy lips, my wetness covering his cock.

Finally, I was sure to him as his cock continually jerked in response to my touch, I moved further up his body and slid back down. Without using our hands, his cock jerking up at the initial contact, my pussy lips open and ready, he slid into me and I sat back and down onto him, fully, completely, entirely penetrated, in one motion. Both of us gasped at the effect it had on each of us. As I moved up and down, teasing, slowly despite his urgency, he held my breasts and nipples, I held his mind, his senses, and I was messing with both.

He was needy, wanting his release. He had endured all the visual stimulation he could tolerate without his own satisfaction. His body required release, he was driven by that need. But he wanted me on top and that put me in control. I have had numerous orgasms, my body was adjusting to the constant stimulation and I was planning to prolong this, keep him on edge, make him demand his release if he needed it badly enough to admit.

I rode him, slowly up and down, taking him deep and shallow. Pausing frequently and holding him to the bed to restrict his ability to take control and influence his climax. I checked the clock. I was curious. How long would he allow me to play him, tease him, restrict his climax? Ten minutes and he was biting his lower lip. Fifteen and he was straining to drive his hips into me to get his cock more attention than I was allowing. Twenty minutes and his eyes were rolled back in his head, his mouth open, his body stiff and still he couldn’t cum but the tension was unbearable. I leaned into his chest, his cock almost slipping out of me, “Anthony, do you hear me?”

All I got back was, “Ugh huh”.

“Anthony, you seem distressed. What is wrong?”

His eyes looked straight at me but it took several moments before they actually focused on my eyes with any recognition. “Ohhhh, god, Michele! How are you fucking me but keeping me from cumming? How is it possible that you are sliding up and down me but you stop, slow just enough to hold me off? Damn, woman, please, Michele, please, let me cum. I need to cum. I feel like I’ll go crazy. Please.”

“Your wish, Anthony. You know all you have to do is ask of me and I will give it.” And in the next instant I was riding him up and down like I was intent on driving his cock through my body and I leaned into him, still bouncing my hips, and whispered the nastiest stuff he could do to me sometime if he wanted.

And he shuddered. His body went totally tense but many of his muscles never stopped twitching and quaking. His eyes rolled back, his mouth opened and his breathing stopped, for just a moment, as he came. I felt it. His cock jerked tremendously inside me and then I felt the spurts coming through and out of his enlarged cock. And, as I felt that inside me, my hands pinching my own nipples and strumming my clit, I came, too. Again.

This time I was the one to give him a kiss and whisper my love. I pulled the blanket up over him and turned the light out before quietly exiting the bedroom.

I didn’t particularly want to but I was too tired to remain standing, so I went to my seat, pressed down on it and settle onto the dildo as it started stroking into me. Mr. R and Marie were dozing so I allowed myself to, also. Have you ever tried to doze or sleep with a machine insistently stroking a dildo in and out of your cunt? What I found was … you have to be exhausted and physically drained. And I was …

* * * CHAPTER 15B: EUROPE: INTERNATIONAL DOG SHOW will follow * * * Thanks for reading.