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The airport at Dubai was modern and clean, and the luxury associated with the premier Arabian destination sparkled in every little corner. I was finally back in my clothes, and Tamara guided me to a VIP lounge and told me to take whatever snacks and drinks I wanted before giving me a quick kiss and heading off to join the rest of the crew for their transfer to their hotel.

There were only two other people in the lounge. He was a young guy with a cute, blonde shock of short hair and a soft, oval face and wore a light grey, skin-tight suit with a pink t-shirt underneath. His companion at the other side of the small table, whom he talked animatedly with, was a strong looking lady about twice his age and almost a full head bigger than him. She wore a purple, form-hugging dress, but her most noticeable features were a wide jaw and piercing eyes between brown, jaw-length hair. Every so often, I felt them flicker towards me with a strange, calculating expression, and the way her wide lips curled into a knowing, almost disparaging smirk when she looked over rewarded me with a mixture of strange fascination and aroused trepidation. Her eyebrow quirked upwards and her tongue trailed lewdly over her dark painted lips.

She lifted her hand and crooked her finger, beckoning me over. I had expected some chance to relax and collect my thoughts between flights, but the greedy look in her eyes promised none of that. I set down the glass of water and got up from the bar stool.

The guy’s eyes were now also fixed on me, and I nervously walked to their table. The woman looked me up and down while I approached, and grinned. Once I stood in front of their table, I parted my lips to greet them, but before I could do so, she grabbed the pink plastic card that again dangled in front of my chest and pulled me forward, forcing me to bend over the table rather awkwardly.

“Hello there, beautiful,” she purred and eyed the card, tilting it this way and that. “So that’s what it looks like. I’ve been dying to finally take advantage of the service.”

“Hello, Ma’am,” I replied a little meekly. “I’m - gosh, this is embarrassing - a little sore down there already. I don’t know if…”

“Balderdash! A good slut’s always ready.” Tilting her head and licking her lips seductively, she nodded towards her young companion. “I’ve just promised Jimmy here something special. You wouldn’t want me to disappoint him, would you?” She pulled a little harder on the card, and my only possible reaction was to lean even closer. Wisps of breath caressed my lips.

“No, Ma’am. Of course not.”

“Good.” She smirked at me again, a wicked, sensuous, devilish smirk that seemed to reach directly between my legs and stir that heat once more, and leaned forward too so her lips were just an inch from my ear, whispering, “He’s the son of my neighbor. She’s an uppity, sanctimonious bitch, always the loudest at church and the most derisive about others, but I’ve spied her spread her legs for my hubby. I’ve promised myself to corrupt her son in all ways I can come up with, and you’ll help me.” Her lips nibbled on my earlobe and my knees shook.

“I need to fetch something,” she suddenly declared. “Jimmy, why don’t you keep Crystal here entertained for a few minutes. Just stick your hand under her skirt and rub her muff, she’ll like that well enough. Crystal, you just stay like you are and don’t move.”

I froze, then slowly looked over at her companion. He appeared just as unsettled by her orders as I was, but then his lips spread into a grin and the tip of his tongue peek out of his mouth. With glee, he reached his hand and touched the back of my thigh.

I couldn’t contain a soft moan. His eyes widened, and from the giddy joy in his eyes I surmised that he hadn’t touched a woman like this very often, if at all. His fingers trailed upwards, and I spread my legs a little to allow him access. The woman got up and strolled across the lounge towards a counter behind which a beautiful, lithe asian girl was thumbing through papers.

Jimmy’s eyes widened again when he touched the slick skin of my naked mound. He halted for a moment, studying me, but when my eyes fluttered with the sparkles of delight spurred by his touch and I pressed my pubes against his strong fingers, he lost all shyness. His fingers started to rub in circles, exploring the contours of my pussy.

“Oh yes,” I whispered and started to gyrate my hips in a lewd dance of appreciation.

“Wow,” he gasped. “Mrs. Jennings, I mean, Amalia, told me that there would be some crazy stuff going on, but I would never have expected something like this.” The motion of his hand turned into a lovely back-and-forth rhythm, and I felt the heat between my legs increase. “What’s it with that card, though?” he wanted to know, nodding at the plastic dangling from around my neck.

“It means I’m a… oh god!” I gasped in pleasure, because right at this moment, one of his fingers was pushing inside me, pushing aside the slick, hot walls of my pussy which had never before been this sensitive. “...a Mile High Slut. Fuck, yes, push it in, push it in!” His finger was long and thick, and it had ridges from all the work he obviously did. “Fuck me with it!”

He complied eagerly. Here, in the middle of the lounge, a young guy was finger-fucking me shamelessly, and god, how I loved it!

“But what does that mean, Miles High Slut?” he inquired while his eyes kept staring at my face in fascination.

“I’m a slut, and everyone…” I had a hard time concentrating. His finger moved faster and faster in and out of my pussy, making my thighs shake and my hips rock back and forth. Heat welled up and filled my lower body. “...that is, everybody from a select part of the airline’s passengers and crew can use me at their pleasure. For their pleasure. Do that again, please!” One of his fingers had brushed my clit. For a novice, he sure had brilliant hands.

“Wow.” I could see the wheels inside his mind turning, no doubt imagining all the things he could do with me.

The feeling of cool air on my bum cheeks startled me. I had been so focused on our conversation and the wonderful ministrations by Jimmy’s hand that I hadn’t noticed Amelia’s reappearance. She had flipped up the back of my skirt and was now giggling shrewdly.

“You seem to both be enjoying this,” she stated with a soft laugh, and I moaned in disappointment when Jimmy’s finger stopped its movement - then once more when it was withdrawn, leaving me hot and unfulfilled.

My whimper drew a chuckle from her. “You’ll get your runny snatch filled soon enough,” she promised, “but we’ll have a little change of location.”

I tried to turn around, a protest on my lips, but her hand pressed down on my lower back and held me in place. “No worries, I’m aware of your itinerary. You’ll not miss your flight.” She took my wrist and gently pulled me upright, smiling at me. “There’s enough time for a little fun in the back room though.” She nodded towards a door in the back wall. “Let’s go.”

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me close, and a moment later, we were walking towards said door. I giggled when I noticed her hand gripping the bulge at the front of Jimmy’s trousers. He didn’t mind being led there by his cock, though his steps faltered a few times when his neighbor squeezed it through the fabric.

She let go of me to open the door with a key she had no doubt acquired while she left me alone with Jimmy and ushered us inside. The room we encountered was - there was no other word for it - grand, a veritable dream of a bedroom, made for debauchery.

In the middle was a huge bed with dark red, silken linens and posts on all four corners to which soft looking leather shackles were attached by gleaming silver chains. One wall was filled with a ceiling-high self that held all kinds of sex toys - dildos and vibrators in all shapes, sizes and colors, straps and harnesses, I could even spy clamps and gags among the selection. Another wall held rolls of rope and more shackles, from feathery pink wraps of fabric to wicked looking metal rings. The third wall had a shower and a toilet stall - everything so you wouldn’t need to leave the room.

“Oh wow,” both Jimmy and I breathed out in astonishment.

“It’s quite the thing, isn’t it?” Amelia asked rhetorically. “I think we could have quite a bit of fun here. But we shouldn’t dawdle. Both of you, undress.”

I didn’t need telling twice. Getting naked in front of strangers, or almost-strangers, was becoming second nature, and I was still aroused and in desperate need of relief from Jimmy’s wicked finger. My dress went over my head in a practiced motion, I quickly folded it on a board next to the entrance, and then I was free to watch Amalia and her neighbor.

She wasn’t wearing any undergarments either. Her big breasts spilled out as soon as she unclasped the straps of her dress behind her neck, and I watched her slide it down with bated breath.

She was - and that expression didn’t do her justice - like a warrior queen. Her skin was creamy white, her hips wide and her thighs full and muscular. She had a bit of a tummy, but her weight was distributed evenly, making her look strong and imposing. Her butt was big and round and still tight, and for a wicked moment where my pulse echoed in my ears, I could imagine my face smothered between these full, soft half-orbs. I gasped when I saw her pussy. It was shaved but for a small patch in the shape of a downwards arrow above it, but what made it stand out was a beautiful, artistically done tattoo of a thorned twine that weaved around and over both her pussy lips.

It looked seductive and lewd, and it promised more of that wickedness that had shone from her smile and pulled at me like a magnet. She nodded towards her companion and giggled softly. “Why don’t you help him a bit?”

Jimmy had started to undress too, but he was still wearing a pair of tight, thigh-length undershorts. The bulge at their front probably stretched the fabric to its limits, and I could easily see the shape of a long, thick cock, complete with the ridge under its bulbous head. The front of the waistband was pulled away from his skin by his straining erection.

I licked my lips and went down onto my knees, smiling hungrily up at him, winking and making his blush deepen. “Here,” I whispered seductively and placed small kisses just above the waistband that made his skin twitch, “let me help you get this gorgeous cock out in the open.”

I hooked my fingers under it and slowly pulled downwards, grinning when the swollen, dark red, glistening head came into sight. “Wow,” I whispered huskily and flicked my tongue over it, tasting the salty aroma of his pre-cum and drawing a shuddering moan of pleasure from him.

“Be careful,” Amelia chimed in, “I’ve been teasing him since we boarded. I don’t think it will take much.”

‘Yes,’ I thought when I wrapped my lips around his cock head and gave it a twirl with my tongue, ‘it won’t take much, and you’re going to shoot your cum down my throat before you’re completely naked.” His eyes drifted shut, his lips trembled with arousal, and I already felt the first soft twitches of a building climax in his cock.

I pulled down his underpants a little further and followed the motion with my mouth, taking him deeper and running the upper side of my tongue over the sensitive band of skin at the front of his glans.

“Don’t swallow!” Amelia whispered into my ear, and then he let out a loud moan. I felt his hips jerk, his cock throb, and I could just clamp my lips tight around his flesh before my mouth was filled with spurt after spurt of his sticky, salty spunk.

I pushed the underpants down to his knees and milked his cock with one hand, sucking the last drops out of him while his legs trembled and his breath hitched. The slut inside me jubilated at how quickly I had made him cum, and I reveled in his quieting moans.

Amelia had stood up and stepped behind him. One of her hands caressed his chest while she kisses the side of his neck. “You enjoyed that?” she asked huskily and was answered with eager nods.

I slipped my lips from his cock, careful not to spill a drop of the cum that filled my mouth, looking up at Amelia expectantly. She winked at me, then twirled one of Jimmy’s nipples between her fingers. Astonishingly, his cock wasn’t getting softer.

She noticed my wide-eyed stare. “The wonders of youth,” she told me with a giggle. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun!” Then, to Jimmy, she asked, “Do you want to fuck her pussy?”

“Oh god! You bet I do!” he shot back, the gleam of hunger back in his eyes.

“I want you to do something... wicked for me, then I’ll let you have her.” She nibbled on his earlobe. “You’ll do it for me, won’t you?”

He hesitated a moment. “What… what do you want me to do?”

She guided him to the large bed and pushed on his chest, motioning him to lie down on his back. He followed her instruction, looking at her slightly warily but also highly aroused.

“When Crystal’s hot, wet, soft pussy wraps around your stiff cock, I want you two to kiss.”

At first, he looked questioning at her, wondering what was so special about her request, but then his gaze travelled to me, to my tightly closed lips and slightly bulging cheeks, and his face became aglow. “Like… like this?” he asked with a hitch in his breath. “You mean…”

“I mean that she’ll share that mouthful of spunk with you,” she confirmed, running her fingernails up the length of his cock.

“That’s gross!” he complained.

“Is it?” She wrapped her fingers around his hard rod and gently pumped up and down. “Not any grosser than you filling her mouth with it, and her keeping it inside.”

I saw him struggle with the idea. Amelia, though, knew exactly what she was doing, pumping slowly, making sure to touch the most sensitive parts of his glans and letting his shuddering sighs tell her what he liked best.

“Please, Jimmy,” she begged, her voice throaty and promising, “it would make so hot.”

“Fuck!” He caved, overcome with arousal. “Okay.” His cheeks exploded once more in crimson heat.

I made my way towards him. Amelia was one kinky bitch, and the glee in her eyes was easily recognizable. She was going to turn this inexperienced guy into a sex maniac, into her male slut, over the course of their holidays, and she wasn’t going to hold back. I climbed atop him, setting my knees down left and right of his thighs. He was big, among the biggest I’ve had, I realized, and my pussy jubilated in hot, wet delight.

“He’s a virgin,” Amelia whispered into my ear and rubbed the cock still in her fist over my pussy, parting my lips and making my hips tremble at the velvety touch. “This is so sexy.”

She held him steadfast, pushing against my entrance, and I didn’t need any encouragement. I looked deep into his eyes and let my weight draw me down, deeper and deeper, feeling him slide inside me and fill me up.

His eyes widened and his breath grew ragged. “Oh god,” he moaned, “that feel incredible!”

“Mhm,” I agreed, moaning through my nose, softly gyrating my hips while I pushed more and more of his stiff flesh inside me. His hands gripped my hips, fingers shaking, and I felt him fight the urge to push me down on his cock. A part of me wanted him to, but he was too insecure to follow through. But it didn’t matter.

There was only an inch left. I already felt filled up to my tummy, and breathing through my nose became hard as all these wonderful feeling exploded upwards from between my thighs and turned my pussy into melting pot of desire.

I leaned forward, catching my weight on my outstretched arms and going for the kill. I pushed down the last remaining inch and pulled his head closer, seeing his lips part in a moan of pleasure and seizing the opportunity to press my mouth to his. I parted my own lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth together with a good part of his cum.

God, this was wicked - and as Amelia had whispered, sexy as hell. His eyes widened for a moment, but then our hips began to rock in perfect synchronization, and his tongue answered my probing, dancing around mine. We both moaned our delight into each other’s mouth, tongues frantically fencing, both moaning and slurping. A bit of cum dribbled down his chin and his fingernails dug into my bum cheeks.

Something cool and moist suddenly pressed against my pucker. I gasped and looked back over my shoulder. The moist feeling spread, then something pushed inside my ass. Jimmy grew impatient and began to jerk his hips up, fucking me awkwardly from below, but it was enough to distract me from whatever Amelia was doing to my bum and make me resume kissing him.

Then the feeling changed. Something thick and smooth touched my pucker. “I’m going to fuck your ass,” Amelia told me. “Relax.”

Before I could think long about it, my pucker was spread. The first half inch of whatever implement she had chosen slid in easily, but then it began to really stretch me, and I moaned and gasped into Jimmy’s mouth, pain and pleasure shooting from my bumhole. “Owww!” I complained, but breathing became hard. It felt like a fist was driving into my bum, and for a moment my ring of muscle clenched agonizingly around the intruder.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, my whole body suddenly on fire with lust. “Fuck, stick it all the way in!”

It felt crazy and awesome. I could feel the rubber thingy push against the thin wall separating my ass from my pussy, and I almost exploded when it slid along, rubbing against Jimmy’s cock lodged almost all the way in my pussy.

“Yes!” I cried in delight when Amelia’s thighs touched my buttocks, and I started moving again, fucking myself on Jimmy’s huge cock and the rubber monster in my ass at the same time.

Jimmy’s eyes were closed; he was in a world of his own. My own vision grew hazy from lust as I rocked up and down the two rods. Amelia grunted and moaned behind me.

I started to sweat. Fingers suddenly travelled over my tummy and down between my legs, searching and finding my swollen clit. They picked up some moisture which they found copiously and started rubbing it hard.

My moans turned into breathless whimpers. The heat shot like whiplashes through my lower body, and my nipples burnt with pleasure where they rubbed against Jimmy’s chest. I couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Jimmy suddenly stiffened below me, his head tilted back and he let out a shout of pleasure. I felt his cock throb inside me, and right at this moment the fingers started to twirl my clit between them. He came in long, jerking throbs, and my pussy clenched hard around his cock as the lust waves of my own climax swept me away.

I had collapsed on top of him, and this time his cock did soften. I whimpered, because I was getting really, really sensitive, but Amelia was still pounding the artificial cock into my bum hole. “Please,” I begged, trembling, “it’s getting too much.”

“Is it?” Her voice was breathless, but she held still. She pulled out, and I breathed a sigh of relief. It was too early, though. She rolled me off Jimmy until I was on my back next to him and fixed me with a hard stare.

“What are the three rules for a Miles High Slut?” she demanded.

I groaned. “A Miles High Slut must always be ready and willing,” I told her, my breath shaking when her fingers wrapped around my ankles and pushed my legs up and back.

She was folding me in half, grinning wickedly. “And?” The tip of the rubber cock, a huge, glistening, blue rod with ridges over its whole length and which had one end firmly lodged in her pussy, pressed against my ass once more.

“A Miles High Slut has to do everything she’s told to!” I gasped, feeling the rubber spear my ass once again and her thighs slap against my butt cheeks. My feet were touching the bed sheet left and right of my shoulders, and my pussy was spread obscenely.

“A Miles High Slut never has enough!” I choked out, lust, shame and the almost unbearable intensity warring for dominance.

“Rub your clit, and don’t stop before I have come.”

“Oh god, please!” I tried to plead, but she just shook her head and started to slide the rubber rod in and out. So I wet my finger with spittle and started rubbing, whimpering with every touch, my hips jerking wildly while she rode my ass.

I felt nothing else but my ass, stretched and filled, and my clit, swollen and raw, and I whimpered and gasped while Amelia moaned in delight with every push of her hips. At some point, I lost all sense of time and place, but at that moment, the intensity got so much that my body decided to accept everything it was feeling, and the lust from earlier suddenly seemed shallow in comparison to the powerful waves that threw me around like a rag doll.

I was sweating and moaning, grunting and twitching, and the song of sex filled the air, joined by a chorus of Amelia’s deep moans. Her head suddenly flew back and she grunted hard, her hips slapped hard against my bum, and then she collapsed on top of me, losing her grip on my ankles and the dildo sliding from my backside.

She trembled all over, and while I lay there, pressed into the mattress by her body, almost at the point of exploding in a devastating climax, she twitched and sighed and rode out the waves of her release.

We dozed off just like we were. I felt strangely comfortable underneath Amelia, held in place by her weight, so I simply wrapped my arms around her and enjoyed the feeling of her skin on mine.

*

A soft, tinkling sound stirred me from my sleep, and I blinked my eyes.

A pretty, young woman with caramel skin and almond eyes, dressed in a tight-fitting blue uniform, stood just inside the door, a small bell in her hand and a smile on her lips. “Ma’am,” she said to Amelia, then nodded towards Jimmy, “Sir. Your flight will board in forty-five minutes.”

Amelia rolled off me with the soft sigh of someone waking from a pleasant dream, completely ignoring the fact that the huge rubber dildo was still attached to her front, and smiled at the woman. “Perfect, then we’ll have enough time for a nice shower and a snack. Thank you!” She reached over me and nudged Jimmy. “Come on, lazy boy. Let’s get cleaned up!” Then she looked at me for a moment, then back at the Asian girl. “What about the slut?”

“Her flight will leave twenty minutes earlier. She must leave with me now.” She stepped forward and held out a blue dress I hadn’t noticed her carrying.

“Can’t I…” I started to say, throwing a glance at the shower.

“There is no time, and it has been requested by a passenger that you not shower. They are aware of what you did here.”

“Oh,” I said somewhat stupidly, sitting up and reaching for the dress while I fought the blush that made my cheeks burn.

“Crystal!” Amelia’s hand gripped my shoulder and turned me to her. For a moment, something flickered in her eyes, something powerful and possessive. Then she buried her fingers in my hair, pulled me towards her, and her lips were on mine and kissing me with nail-curling intensity. My heartbeat and breath sped up. “I hope I’ll see you again,” she purred into my ear when we had to come up for breath. “You intrigue me!”

“Yes!” I moaned a little too loud and eager. “Yes, I’d like that.” And for a second I considered just going with her, wherever she was travelling, and forgetting all about my meeting with John.

“Thank you,” Jimmy whispered into my ear and got up from the bed.

I could only whisper back, “No, thank you!” before he was up and strolling across the room.

“What about my own clothes?” I asked the Asian girl.

“They will be brought onto the flight,” she assured me. “But now you need to hurry.”

I climbed off the bed and unfolded the dress. It was smooth and shiny - and made from rubber. It was, I realized when I scrutinized it a little more closely, a flimsy parody of a flight attendant’s uniform.

I squeezed into it. While it had a collar that ran around the neck, the front was cut out so it exposed so much of my breasts that my nipples were just barely covered, and the hem ended only an inch below my buttocks. The material felt cool when I slipped into it, but it took only a second to warm up, and if I hadn’t felt the tightness, I would have sworn I was naked.

The girl helped me close the zipper in the back all the way, and I looked down to find my nipples outlined so clearly as if they were only covered by a layer of paint.

“I can’t walk through the airport like this!” I protested with racing heartbeat.

“No, and you will not have to. Come along.” She picked up my purse and looked me deep into the eyes. “Slut.”

I waved a quick goodbye to Amelia and Jimmy, who were already under the shower and soaping each other up among giggles, and then the girl pulled me out of the room and towards another, concealed door next to the lounge’s counter. From there we went down a long flight of stairs.

“Where are we going?”

“To the airplane.” We reached the bottom, and a sliding door opened, with a dark stretch limousine waiting in front of it with its back door opened. I climbed in and slid into the middle seat.

The girl followed inside. “For this flight, a special request has been made,” she told me, still holding my hand. She had been completely professional and detached before, but now, in the confines of the car with its opaque glass pane between the driver and us and the darkened windows, her eyes grew hungry. She closed the door, and the car started rolling.

She was pretty. Oh fuck that, she was beautiful. Her skin looked soft and smooth, and I wondered if she would taste of caramel if I ran my tongue over her body. Her lips were full and her eyes, dark brown, almost black orbs, seemed mysterious and alluring. Her hair was colored in the warm, lush tone of red gold.

And she was horny. She slipped forward in her seat, pulling her skirt up around her waist, and my breath hitched when I saw the lovely contrast of brilliant white panties between caramel thighs. “We have enough time,” she growled, “if you are quick. But you must listen to me while I tell you your instructions for the flight.”

I complied only too happily, sliding from the seat to my knees in the wide open space of the stretch limo and shuffling between her legs, which she spread wide and pulled up until the heels were resting on the edge of the seat. Her sleek fingers pushed the gusset of her panties to the side and exposed a pretty, rosy pussy surrounded by the same lush golden hair.

“God,” I whispered, leaning forward impatiently, “you’re beautiful.” My lips kissed her toned thigh and I swirled my tongue in little circles over it, drawing a shuddering breath from her.

“You will act as if you were a flight attendant,” she told me, gripping the hair at the back of my head and guiding my mouth to her parted petals. “Oh yes, just like this!”

She tasted divine, like lemongrass and cinnamon, and a hint of flowers. Her juices were thick and copious, and I slurped hungrily.

“But you will only attend to seat 1H,” she growled, her breath hitching because my tongue flicked her swelling clit. “You will find a woman there, and you will seduce her. Oh yes, yes!” The last few words rose in pitch, spurring me on to reach my tongue deep into the silken channel of her pussy. Her hips started to rock softly with each ministration of my tongue, and her eyes closed in delight.

“Whatever she asks of you, you will always answer with a ‘Yes, Ma’am’ and do what she tells you to. Nghh… oh yes! Like this!” I had pushed a finger into her narrow channel and alternated between nibbling on her pussy lips and sucking on her clit.

Suddenly, and without warning, her thighs clenched around my head and her whole body trembled. She let out the cutest, softest, high-pitched whimper, then she slumped back into the seat. “Oh yes,” she whispered, her fingers slowly uncurling in my hair, “that was nice.”

She parted her legs and freed my head again. I reached up to wipe away her juices which were covering my mouth and chin, but she captured my wrist and stopped me. “Don’t,” she whispered.

*

How do you seduce a woman who has ordered you to do so? It was a strange concept, and I was getting myself worked up while I waited for official boarding to start, seated behind a thin curtain in the attendant’s section and all by myself.

It took almost an hour until everyone was seated and we had the clear to go. I was joined by four ‘real’ flight attendants - a tall, sleek woman who appeared to be of Indian descent, a tiny waif of a girl with a round face and the almond eyes of Chinese heritage, a slightly taller and curvy woman in her mid forties whom I guessed to be of Arab origin and finally, with skin almost black in color and an intensity in her eyes that caught me like a rabbit looking at a snake, an African goddess.

She took the place opposite mine, and in the narrow space, our knees almost touched. She extended both legs, trapping my left one between them, and leaned forward, whispering, “Je te veux!”

I scratched together all my flighty knowledge of French and got her message. “I’d like that,” I whispered back, and her calves slowly started to rub up and down mine.

I hadn’t come through the play with Amelia, and licking the pretty pussy while we drove to the rollway had made me horny like hell. Now, with the black goddess touching me like this, I had to use all my self-control not to jump onto her lap and tell her to take me any way she wanted. This whole journey was filled with sexuality, and I felt like ball bouncing on waves. And I was just as wet.

The plane rolled onto the runway, and we had to close our seatbelts. The woman, Selima was the name on her badge, winked at me with a wide grin, then wiggled her tongue lewdly through parted lips, making my cheeks blush.

I was pressed into my seat, and the engines’ howl and the rattling of the airplane’s wheels on the concrete beneath them drowned out every sound. With that moment of total, lightweight disorientation in my tummy, I felt it leave the ground and angle upwards into the next part of my slut adventure. Life was good!

*

I almost stumbled. Seat 1H was occupied by a girl who didn’t look a day older than eighteen, with short, tousled, fire-engine red hair and beautiful green eyes and wearing a tight-fitting black tube dress. She was a little chubby, but from the first few glances I could already tell that she appeared too lively for the few extra pounds to be a problem for her. There were only two other passengers in first class, both at the other side, so I would be able to focus solely on her.

A metal stud peeked out underneath her lower lip, and when she looked my way, I noticed a line of cute, small stars tattooed from the corner of her eye down her face.

‘Seduce her.’ That was the order of the day, but I had no idea how to accomplish that. I slowly stepped close to her seat. “Good afternoon, Ma’am. I hope you have a pleasant flight. Is there anything you need? Can I offer you a glass of champagne, or something else to drink?”

It was funny how easily the words suddenly flowed, almost as if I had rehearsed them.

“Yes, I want a glass of champagne,” she said, then leaned forward to pull one of these modern electronic books from the bag next to her seat and ignored me.

I went back to the attendant’s area and poured her a glass, thankful that I found an already opened bottle, and tried to formulate a plan. She was nothing like I had expected. You had to be rich, in fact - and for my standards, filthy rich - to afford the kind of first class travel offered here. She didn’t look like that at all. But then, perhaps she was from a well-of family, the rebel child who indulged in her parents’ money. Or she was some kind of artist, a second idea occurred to me. Artists dressed and behaved by different rules without anyone taking offense.

“Here, Ma’am, your champagne.” I handed it to her.

She took a sip and eyed me over the rim of the glass. “That dress looks ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry,” I stammered, caught off-guard. “I can change into…”

“I don’t know why you bother with it at all. I mean, you could just as well prance around naked, it wouldn’t make a difference.” She stared at me.

Was that a challenge? “If you want, I can…”

She made a shooing gesture. “I want to read while I drink.”

I traipsed back behind the wall and leaned against it. She was making it hard. Or was she? She was apparently the one who had ordered that I wear that ‘ridiculous’ dress. It was a game! I knew what I had to do.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the zipper and slipped out of the rubber outfit, folding it onto my seat. It wasn’t the first time I was naked in an airplane, after all, and my nipples seemed quite fond of the idea.

Peeking around the corner, I waited until her glass was empty, then slowly approached her, with nothing but high heels and my slut card on my body. “May I take your glass, Ma’am?”

She held it out without words and without even looking at me. I took it from her fingers, and my thoughts raced. Seduce her! “Is there anything else I can do for you, Ma’am?”

She looked up from her ebook reader with a hint of annoyance playing in the corner of her mouth. “I’ve been travelling for fourteen hours already. I’m tired and sweaty, and my feet are sore. Do you think I need anything but my quiet for a while?”

I took a step back at her sharp hiss, started to look at the floor and turn around in a chastised retreat, but a wicked idea jumped up in my mind. “Perhaps I could offer you a foot massage, Ma’am?” I asked softly.

For the first time, the hint of a smile flickered over her lips. “Why, it seems you aren’t totally useless.”

I put the glass away on the small tray next to the dividing walls. One of the ‘real’ flight attendants would no doubt take care of it. Then I got to my knees in front of her and gently lifted one foot. It was no wonder her feet hurt. She was wearing four inch heels. I opened the leather buckle and gently slipped the shoe off.

She had small feet, a 5 or small six, with black painted nails, and while they were fleshy, they were also well-manicured and the skin was soft to the touch. I had never done this before, but I thought about what I would like. Sitting down on my bum and pulling up my legs so I could set her heel down on my knees, I gently ran my thumbs up the sole of her foot.

She didn’t complain, so I kept with that, trailing lines of soft pressure from her heel to the balls. I dared a quick glance at her face. She was leaning back, a hint of a smile on her face and her lips open in a soft pout, and I jubilated.

After a while, I gently set her foot down and switched to the other one. Her breathing was even and relaxed. I had just massaged her balls in tiny circles when she shifted forward in her seat and lifted her foot, extending her leg.

Suddenly, the balls of her foot where resting on my chin. The sweet, slightly sour scent of sweat filled my nostrils, and then her toes touched my lips.

I looked up, startled, wide-eyed. A challenging look gleamed in her eyes.

I sat there, frozen, and felt my heart start to pound against my ribcage. She wanted me to… One eyebrow moved upwards, and the corners of her eyes narrowed impatiently.

A gasp escaped my throat, and she seized the moment that my lips parted slightly and crooked her toes. From there, I acted without conscious thought. My mouth opened further and my head leaned forward. My lips captured her toes, and my tongue started to caress them.

I heard her pleased sigh, and a fuzzy warmth spread between my legs while a sweet taste covered my tongue.

I licked and kissed for what felt like ages, covered every little patch of skin on her foot with tongue, from heel to balls to in between her toes, and her sighs slowly turned into soft moans. When I switched to the other foot, she pushed up her dress, and I could, for a moment, see a pretty, fleshy pussy, clean-shaven and adorned by the same cute star tattoo she wore in her face. All too soon, her hand hid her treasure and her fingers started to rub between her folds.

My jaw ached, but she took her time. I knew I couldn’t stop before she had found her release. I suckled on her toes, making little smacking sounds, and that appeared to do something to her, because her fingers became a flurry and her moans grew louder and faster.

Her body arched and her head flew back. With a long, deep, shaking moan, she came. Her face went through a myriad of emotions in the blink of an eye, and the knowledge that I had been part of giving her such pleasure made my heart stumble.

She extricated her foot and sighed, one hand clutched tight between her legs.

After a minute of getting back her breath, she smiled at me and whispered, “Well done, my slut.”

I grinned back at her. “Anything for the pleasure of our passengers.”

“It was a pleasure alright,” she purred, then patted her lap. “Come here, I want to cuddle a bit.”

I sat on her lap, slightly sideways so I could lean into her, and she threw her blanket over us. She closed her eyes, and I did too. After a moment, I felt her fingers sneak between my legs and parted them as good as I could. Two of them gently wormed their way into my moist channel and made me moan.

“No cumming,” she whispered, “I just want to feel how wet you are. Let’s doze a bit.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I whispered back and nuzzled my head in the crook of her neck. A part of me wanted her to wiggle her fingers and give me a nice fucking, but another part found the moment wonderfully relaxing. I took a few deep breaths.

*

We slept through the rest of the flight, and I had really needed it. I woke from the movement of the fingers still buried inside my pussy.

“Time to wake up, my lovely slut,” she whispered in my ear and withdrew her digits.

“Do we need to?” I asked sleepily.

“Unfortunately.”

I rubbed my eyes. Selima was standing next to us, holding the blanket in her hand and not bothering to hide her grin. I climbed off my flight guest’s lap and followed her to the crew compartment, where she handed me the clothes I had left behind at the lounge and leaned back against the narrow counter. I dressed under her scrutinizing eyes, and I was pretty sure that, had we had more time, she’d have seized the opportunity to do something wicked with me. Instead, she winked once I was fully dressed and gestured towards the seats.

*

The tropic heat hit me like slap in the face. The ground was wet and the air almost dripped with humidity. I hadn’t taken more than a few steps before my clothes were soaked with sweat.

We were led in a line along parked airplanes towards the airport. Once there, it was a long wait until we could pass through the immigration check, then once more at customs and a third time for whatever reasons. An hour later, though, I finally pulled my suitcase from the carousel and headed for the exit in a throng of people of all nationalities and set off to find the booth for my travelling agency.

People were jumping about, shouting things and waving paper sheets. It was all a bit crazy, but I did manage to find the correct booth, got ticked off the list and guided into the direction of my transfer. It only took a few steps further, and I was out of the crowd and looking at the beautiful, turquoise sea that lapped gently at the pier. White boats were lined up along it, and I found the right one and pulled my suitcase in the direction. Yes, this finally felt like holidays, and I couldn’t wait until I saw John for the first time face to face.

The transfer only took a quarter of an hour, but the boat shot and bumped over the waves with its engines roaring and making any attempt of conversation futile. Someone handed me a bottle of cold water, which I was grateful for, even though it felt as if it evaporated just as fast as I could gulp it down.

A small island came into view, covered with palm trees and with beautiful little lodges built on piles lining up along its shore like pearls. The boat was moored along a narrow wooden jetty, and I took the first few steps onto the island and into a world I had only seen in catalogues and documentaries.

“Ma’am?” A small, older guy from the boat crew startled me from my appreciation of the view.

“Yes?”

“Your shoes. They not good here. This a no-shoes island.”

I looked down at the wood underneath me and the large gaps between the planks, then further at the sandy ground of the island and blushed. “Of course. Thank you!” I quickly unbuckled them and picked them up with one hand, then started to walk towards the end of the jetty, where I could make out the face I had been dying to meet.

“John!” I hurried the last few steps.

“Crystal!” He held out his hands, and I threw myself into his embrace. “Did you have a good trip?”

“It was wonderful!” I gushed, glad that the heat around me made blushing more a moot point. He looked just like in the pictures he had sent me, slightly taller than me, with a nice tan, a friendly face, soft, dark eyes and graying hair. He linked my elbow with his and guided me towards the check-in counter, and a little later, we were in his water bungalow. I think I stood there for fifteen minutes, gazing down into the sea from the glass pane in the floor and admiring the colorful fish that danced around the hut’s posts.

“Are you hungry?” he asked from behind me.

As if his words pushed a button, my stomach answered with a soft growl. “I… I guess I am.”

He chuckled. “The beach bar has some nice snacks.”

I turned around. I had been in an aroused state for the last twelve hours - sleeping hadn’t done anything about that, and though I had temporarily forgotten about it over the boat ride, there was still an unfulfilled need between my thighs, and I had a handsome man right here. I put my arms around his neck and slowly leaned closer.

“I think I’d prefer another kind of snack.”

He stiffened for a moment, and I could see his eyes widen. Then the corners of his mouth turned upwards. “Oh, and what kind of snack do you have in mind?”

I felt wicked. I ran a hand down over his chest, then even lower, rubbing the front side of his shorts where I could feel a hardening bulge, and leaned in close enough that my lips tickled his. “I think some hot meat would be perfect.”

He hesitated. “The room boy’s going to bring your suitcase any minute.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not as if they’re going to boot us off the island if he catches us,” I purred, giving the cock I couldn’t wait to feel inside me a squeeze.

“Let’s wait.” He insisted.

I pouted. “If we must.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed. “Tell me about your trip. How was it?”

I plopped down next to him and let myself fall back, spreading out my arms. “It was glorious. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so much!”

His head turned around as if slapped, and I flinched when I saw his expression. “Fucked?” he asked in a slightly choked tone.

“Fucked, yeah. I told you how I, uhm, earned the flight. It’s been constant fucking, with both men and women.”

“I thought you were just making this up.” His voice was strangely quiet.

When I looked into his eyes, I didn’t like what I was seeing at all. “Oh come on,” I urged, “we met on a sex site. I told you I’m having all kinds of flings. You’re not going all possessive on me before we’ve even had sex?”

He looked away, and something dropped in my stomach. “I really thought you were just making it up to make me hot,” he repeated like a broken record.

“Is that a problem?”

For a minute or two, there was complete silence. When he turned towards me, the plummeting feeling in my tummy intensified. “Yes.” His eyes stared off into the distance. “Yes, I guess it is.”

I groaned and covered my face. “Fucking brilliant!” I cursed.

A loud knock on the door interrupted us. “Luggage, Ma’am!”

I only had a fraction of a second, but another look into John’s face was enough to make up my mind. Behind the dejection, I recognized anger, and that was something I didn’t like at all. I jumped off the bed and headed for the door.

I guess I pulled it open a tad more forcefully than necessary, because the young looking native in his khaki hotel uniform took a startled step back. I took a deep breath to keep the annoyance from my voice. “Thank you. Could you be a dear and move it back to the reception though?”

“Is something not right, Ma’am?” he asked anxiously.

“There is,” I told him and glanced back at John’s simmering figure, “but it has nothing to do with you or the hotel.”

I turned around. “Bye, John.”

“What… where are you…”

“I don’t know, but I’ll not stay another second. We’ve obviously got a serious case of miscommunication and wrong expectations here, and I’ll not let that ruin both our holidays. I’m not desperate enough to start a relationship with a lovers’ quarrel. Have a good time!”

I closed the door hard, not waiting for a reply from him. I was pretty sure I’d find a long rant in my inbox once I got home anyway. So I traipsed after the room boy, who was struggling to pull the wheels of my suitcase through the sand, my heels clad in one hand and the other digging for my cellphone. It wouldn’t be the cheapest call I had made, but what the heck.

“Mile High Services Office, this is Lisa speaking, how can I help you?”

I took a calming breath. “Hi Lisa, this is Crystal. I’ve got a bit of a problem, uhm… Things here on the Maldives aren’t really working out. Could you arrange a return flight for me as soon as possible?”

There was a short pause, then I heard a soft chuckle. “This is curious,” she told me, puzzling me. “I had a call a little earlier, asking me if there was any chance to book you personally as a holiday entertainment.”

A bright blush sprung to my cheeks, and I was glad that the boy was in front of me. I could only hope that his ears weren’t too good. “Really?”

“Yes. We don’t normally do that kind of thing.” I could almost hear the unspoken ‘but’ on the other end of the line. “She told me to ask if you would be interested to spend a part of your holiday with Amelia.”

The thought immediately electrified me. “Fucking yes, I would!” I declared far louder than I had planned to and quickly bit my lip.

It was actually rather quickly arranged, far quicker than the checkout, where a worried hotel employee asked me for what felt like a thousand times if there was something wrong with the room, or the island, or the staff. Finally, though, I was back in the speedboat and shooting back to the airport across the waves of the Indian ocean.

*

The travel was, for once, sex-less. I had to kill a few long hours at the airport, as there was only one direct flight to the Seychelles - which was my next destination, as I had found out when had I fetched my ticket from the information counter - per day, but I was able to do some shopping and get myself a seriously needed snack.

Ten hours later, I stepped onto another jetty on another island. The boat crew unloaded my suitcase and sped away again, and a beautiful, dark-skinned woman with flowing black hair walked up to me, her almost see-through white sun dress fluttering in the breeze from the sea.

“You must be Crystal,” she greeted me, “welcome to our little holiday getaway.”

Little getaway, my ass! The island looked like right out of a five star holiday catalogue, and all I could see was white sand, palm trees and lush greenery.

She took my hand and smiled. “I’m Collette, Amelia’s secretary.” Her thumb brushed over the back of my hand in a soft and telling caress. “You’re pretty.” She tilted her head and winked. “You can leave your suitcase and clothes here on the jetty, it’ll be taken care of.”

“Clothes?” I asked bashfully.

“Yes, you’ll not be needing those while you’re here.”

“Oh.” I should probably have expected it. I nevertheless blushed while I stripped out of the dress, wrapped it around the suitcase’s handle so it wasn’t blown into the sea and put my heels next to it. On second thought, I added my Mile High Card as well.

When I stood up straight again, Collette licked her lips. “Come on,” she urged and took my hand, “everyone’s impatient to meet you.”

“Who’s everyone?” I asked, slightly self-conscious about my nudity and who was going to see it, while I let myself be led down the jetty and through a lush canopy of palms.

“Amelia and her friends.”

“How many of her friends are there?”

“Eleven couples. They always take their holidays together, and it’s always a rather debauched affair,” she told me with a giggle. “Stop here for a moment.”

I could hear the soft noise of talking through the trees. Collette reached out and pulled something from a hook fixed to one of the palm trees, and I recognized it only when she held it up to my neck.

It was a collar, made of supple, black leather. She fixed it around my neck with skilled fingers, and I felt a pleasant shudder when the buckle closed. She picked up the leash dangling from its front.

“You don’t mind that, do you?” she asked with a grin, looking down at my hardening nipples.

“No,” I confessed, trailing a finger over the soft band circling my throat, “not at all.”

“Good. Why don’t you get down on your hands and knees then, so people get a proper impression of our new holiday slut.”

I crawled after her, eyeing her lean, toned legs while my hands and knees worked their way across the soft sand. We passed two large bushes and turned a corner, and fresh heat shot into my cheeks.

There, in a wide circle in a large, sand-filled clearing, were comfy looking, cushioned rattan loveseats, each occupied by a couple - though some of the couples were all female - snuggled against each other. Most of the women looked to be in their late forties or early fifties while the men varied in age, and everyone was smartly dressed in expensive summer dresses and, for the males, neat shorts and shirts.

All eyes were immediately on me, and I felt the heat in my cheeks pulsate as I wiggled after Collette right through the center of the circle towards Amelia’s place, breasts jiggling under me and my ass wiggling, drawing the looks from behind to my needy pussy.

On her lap sat Jimmy, but different from all the others, his shirt was open and Amelia’s fingers were twirling his nipple. More importantly though, his fly was open as well, his large cock stood up straight and hard, and Amelia’s hand was slowly rubbing up and down its length.

Our gazes met, and I could see the same deeply ashamed excitement in his eyes which I felt.

“How lovely!” Amelia proclaimed loud enough so everyone could hear her. “Dear friends, let me introduce my gift for this holiday, Crystal!” Polite clapping filled the clearing. “She’ll be available for everyone’s pleasure…” She winked at me. “...in every wicked way you devious lot may feel like.”

Jimmy was trying to keep quiet, but I could see his thighs tremble. Collette lead me all the way up to them until my face was only an arm’s length from the throbbing cock. Amelia stroked him expertly but slowly. His breath flew - she had no doubt been doing that for quite a while.

“I had the joy to sample Crystal on the stop-over, and I just had to invite her. Jimmy here is no doubt thinking about how she kissed him with a mouth full of his spunk right now.”

Someone giggled, a few others chuckled, and Jimmy - Jimmy arched his back and closed his eyes, and a spurt of cum shot from his cock and hit Amelia’s face. Another eruption followed immediately, painting a shiny streak on his chin, and he moaned and shook while his cock painted a pearly line down his chest.

Amelia eagerly milked the last of his cum from him, her fingers glistening wet, and winked at me. “Welcome to paradise island!” She let go of his cock and extended the cum-covered hand to me.

I didn’t need a second invitation. I eagerly licked and sucked the cum from her fingers under the delighted encouragements of her friends, and I doubled my efforts when Collette started to lick up the trail of cum on his chest. If this was the warm-up, I thought to myself and switched to cleaning Jimmy’s cock when Amelia withdrew her fingers, then I couldn’t wait for things to really get rolling.

“Be a good boy, Jimmy,” Amelia whispered, turning his head sideways and licking the cum from his chin, “and fetch some more champagne while I start introducing Crystal to everyone.”

I let his cock slip from my mouth and he reached for it, but she softly slapped his hand. “Keep it like this. Such a lovely cock should never be hidden!”

I saw him blush madly, but one flutter of lashes from Amelia was enough to break his hesitancy, and under amused whispers all around, he trotted off to get a refill of champagne.

Amelia meanwhile had picked up the leash and stood up, and I followed her to the couple to her left. “This are Antonio and his wife Cosima,” she introduced the greying, tanned guy in the white shirt and linen trousers and the tall, lean beauty with the long and sleek black hair who was wearing a cherry-red cocktail dress .

“Nice to meet you,” I greeted them somewhat bashfully from my position on all fours.

“The pleasure is all ours, bella,” Antonio assured me with a sly grin.

“It will be, you mean,” his companion - wife, from close up I could now see the rings - said with a nudge to his ribs. “He is a randy bugger,” she told me with a wink, “wants to stick his uccello, his dick, in every pretty woman.” She had a lovely Italian accent, drawing out the vowels so ‘his’ became ‘hees’, and a part of me instantly fell in love with her.

“You know,” she said with a sly look, “now that he has seen you, he will not give me peace until his stiff thing has been all the way inside you.” She reached out with one hand, put a finger under my chin and gently pushed upwards so I was looking directly at her face. From the corner of my eyes, I could see her hand massage her husband’s bulge. “Tell me, pretty girl, do you like licking pussy?”

That question was easy. “I love licking pussy!”

“That is fortunate.” She stood up and shamelessly pulled her dress up to her waist, and I licked my lips. Her black pubic hair was only slightly trimmed, and it shimmered almost blue in the sunlight. Her inner lips peeked out and begged me to kiss them. She sat down on the edge of the cushion and splayed her thighs. Next to us, Antonio had stood up too, and Amelia was helping him out of his clothes.

A hand buried itself in my hair and guided my mouth to the waiting pussy. My tongue travelled upwards through velvety folds, and a spicy, lovely, divine taste coated it. My own pussy greeted the taste with a gush of moisture, and for a short, crazy moment I wondered if I was getting addicted to pussy.

But then a soft, thick, hot something pressed against my opening and pushed its way inside me, and I knew that it wasn’t just pussy I craved. I moaned into Cosima’s folds, which my tongue licked and stroked while Antonio’s cock impaled me. Applause sounded from close by. People had gotten up from their seats and were standing in a half-circle around us.

“Do you like hard?” Cosima inquired, slightly pulling on my hair to guide my head an inch away from her delightful snatch.

“Hard, and then some,” I gasped.

She smashed my mouth against her pussy again, and her husband pounded his cock inside me. I cried out in delight. Antonio’s thighs slapped against mine and I felt his balls against my pussy lips. His hands gripped my hips, and soon he was pistoning his cock into my pussy as if there was no tomorrow.

Cosima guided my head with uncaring precision, rocking her hips against my mouth and making me lick and tongue-fuck her the way she needed it. My arousal went through the roof. There were fingers on my breasts, stroking and caressing, pinching my nipples and twirling them. I came, almost at the same time as Cosima, but they didn’t slow down the slightest.

We were a shaking, rocking mess of moans and grunts, of slurping and slapping sounds, and I whimpered in delirious pleasure into the Italian woman’s soft, hot pussy. I came again a minute later, my pussy walls clutching Antonio’s cock and feeling every little ridge along it’s stiffness, and he pounded deep inside one last time, then dug his fingernail into my hips and filled me with his cum, spurt after throbbing spurt.

Cosima’s hand slowly unclenched, and I wavered to the side, laying me cheek against her soft thigh. Antonio pulled his cock from my dripping, burning hot snatch, making us both moan from the over-stimulation.

The Italian woman leaned down, still slightly out of breath, and picked up the end of my leash. “That was a nice introduction,” she told Amelia. “How long can we keep her?”

Keep me? I looked up at Amelia, who winked at me.

“Bring her back for breakfast. Oh, and see that she gets a few hours of sleep.”

“As if Antonio could last this long,” Cosima said with mock indignation.

“He can’t. You, on the other hand…”

“Ah, bene. I will be good,” she gave in, wrapping an arm around her naked husband and pulling him upright. She gave the leash a short tug. “Come, bella.”

She had the longest legs I had ever seen on a woman, I realized as I crawled behind the couple towards a lovely little wooden cabin, and a perfectly shaped bum.

“Tell me, bella,” she suddenly asked, “have you ever come just from having your lovely breasts and thighs caressed?”

“No,” I admitted with a blush, following her into the cabin, almost ahh-ing at the huge bed and the large jacucci built into the floor, “never.”

“It takes a while,” she told me, leading me towards the bed, “but it is worth it. Lay down on your back while I fetch the ropes.”

I watched her cross the room and pull something from a drawer while I spread out my arms and legs. Antonio set a bowl full of ice cubes, a candle and a feather down on the night stand. My breath, which had just recently gotten back its normal pace, sped up again. “This is definitely paradise!” I told them, earning an amused chuckle.

Becoming a Mile High Slut was the best decision I had ever made. Creamy moisture trickled down towards my ass crack. A soft rope was wrapped around my wrist and Antonio slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

Life was perfect.