Compulsive Shopper Makes the Friendly Skies Even Friendlier
written by:
swampvenus

By now you know me as the Compulsive Shopper, and I certainly am. But I don't only satisfy my compulsions via home delivery. I do it wherever and however I'm able. Let me tell you the story of my most recent flight.

I was flying between Los Angeles and New York, which is about a five and a half hour flight. I had just finished an exhausting trip; I was visiting friends in New York, and of course I did quite a bit of fucking around in New York while I was there, but that's not the story for today. The point is, I was drained beyond belief, and I intended to sleep throughout the duration of that flight back to LA.

Nevertheless, being the hopelessly vain bitch that I am, I dressed smartly. I wore a black Bassant suit, one of my favorite makers. French makers, like Italian ones, seem to do very well for me because they understand that women are not built like men. It seems a simple point to make, but if you have any kind of hourglass figure and you want a suit to cling in all of the right ways, I recommend a French or Italian maker (with a very few notable exceptions). The suit fit me perfectly, and it showed off just the right amount of cleavage, which to me is enough that I don't have to bend over to make anyone stare (although of course that's certainly an option). The suit has two rows of buttons on the bodice, each curving inwards toward the thinnest part of the waist, which faintly suggests corsetry despite the conservative style of a suit. Perfect. And the skirt, though it breaks just above the knee, has a slit in the back and a flare so that it hugs the ass but moves and swishes while you walk.

As always, I opt for old-fashioned stockings, either thigh highs or those held with a garter belt. That day I wore nude colored, fine-mesh fishnet thigh highs. I am also a shoe fiend, and I have probably three hundred pairs. (Don't call me Imelda or else.) I nearly always wear heels, for all of the right reasons, none of them being comfort, I'm afraid. On this day I wore black patent leather peep toed heels, about five or six inches high. They're lovely, a perfect, slightly racier touch to the ensemble.

You probably remember that I have long black hair if you've read of my other adventures. Well, for my flight I had it in a French twist. And you may or may not know, but I have hazel eyes. My makeup was conservative, I'd say, except for darker, reddish lipstick, the kind that stays on no matter what you do (a favorite of mine for reasons that are, by now, obvious to you).

As I boarded the flight and sat down I was amused to see that I was sharing the flight with several troops of Eagle Scouts who had just earned some sort of "survival" merit badge for camping for several weeks outside. They were greeted over the loudspeaker by the flight attendants, and the rest of the passengers were told of their achievements. I was seated next to one of them.

His name was Michael, but he explained to me that his troop name was "Neo" as in the Matrix movies and that he preferred that moniker. I appreciated how grown up he was trying to be, and so I spoke to him as though we were peers. Glancing about, I could see some of his troopmates whispering and looking at us, and I could see they were more than a little curious, and maybe even jealous. Smiling to myself, I betted inwardly that they'd drawn lots to see who the unlucky odd man out who would sit alone would be, and then found that he wasn't so unlucky after all.

As Michael, or should I say "Neo" continued to speak of the rigors of their survival trip, I smiled and nodded as my mind wandered. I couldn't help but notice that he was quite a handsome young fellow, and as it was May, I asked him if he had graduated from high school. He said yes, and that the trip was, for all of the troops, their graduation trip. I asked if they were all eighteen, and he said he thought so, except he wasn't sure about a couple of the guys from 1174. I made a mental note of it; I can't help who I am.

I then let my mind wander completely as he talked about his trip and noticed his body and face. He had already lost all of the baby fat of his youth in the face, which left him with chiseled features, nice cheekbones, and a firm chin. No acne, a bonus. I laughed at a joke he made, and he laughed too, and I saw a very nice smile and some surprising confidence that was very appealing.

Looking about, I noticed that the troop leaders were seated in front of us. Better still!

Looking back at him, I took in his roped musculature. I asked him if he worked out much. He said that he worked out all the time, he had to, because he was varsity cross country and football. In a surprising turn of events he began to ask me questions, which I encouraged. Yes, I worked out. Weights, yoga, boxing. No, I wasn't so worried about breaking my nose. Thank you, I'm glad you think my face is pretty, and I understand what you mean about breaking my nose. No, I don't mind. I'm 33 years old. No, really! No shit.

I leaned in closer to him. "So, how pretty do you think my face is?" He seemed surprised, but before he could answer, I laughed, and said, "Let me explain. I'm not fishing for compliments; I know how I look. I mean, how much am I to your taste? Enough that you're interested? Or, more to the point, can I interest you in something?"

"Neo" looked like he might fall out of his seat, and I was particularly glad he had an aisle seat as it meant that his legs were spread and I could see an enormous hard on raging in his pants. (Thank God he had jeans on instead of those uniform shorts; that would have been too much for me in the boy department, thank you very much. CS is an adventurer, not a pedophile.) I mean it's not as though I didn't know the answer, but we had to carefully, incrementally build up his courage here. Not too many eighteen year old boys join the mile high club, do they.

"What I mean to say, Neo, is that I wonder if I can interest you in joining me in the back for a few minutes? I feel pretty certain that I have something that you'll like here. You're right, I work out and I have a really nice face. I'm pretty sure you'll want to use some part of this package to your advantage, don't you? You're not likely to have this sort of chance again, angel, and how lucky you are that I like you."

What a brave boy he was; he got right up and walked on back there. I opened up my compact and saw him go into the lavatory on the left, without locking it. About one minute later, I followed him back.

No flight attendants in sight, I went into the lavatory to find my new friend Neo standing over the toilet, legs spread to make room for me. "Nice thinking, Neo," I complimented him as I slid the lock on the door. I stepped very close to him and I could see that he was smelling me and looking me up and down without trying to hide it anymore, drinking me in. Delicious!

"What would you like to have, angel?" I asked him. "You can have whatever you want."

Hoarsely he whispered, "Whatever I want?"

I curled my leg around his hips, hooking him closer to my body. I gently bit his neck, causing him to moan softly, and dragged my lips up the side of his neck until they were just behind his ear. Then I whispered into his ear, "Absolutely whatever you want."

His cock was positively pounding me through his jeans, and my lingerie was taking a beating. I lifted up my skirt so he could see my ass and garters in the mirror. He gasped to see the sight of my round, juicy ass there, spread from my leg being wrapped around his hips. "Do you like the look of that?" I asked simply to provoke him, and then arched my back as far as it would go and spread my ass for him so he could see my bright pink and shining wet pussy as well as my ass.

"Play with yourself," he whispered gutturally. I was more than happy to oblige him. First I stayed in the same position, so he could watch me in the mirror. I fingered my clit, and brought my finger up to my mouth for a long, slow suck of my own juices. I could tell that, although he was no virgin, this was all new. I went back for some more, and slid my finger into my pussy, and slowly went in and out. As I was fucking myself, I couldn't help but get flushed and hot. Finally, with my finger nice and wet, I moved it back to my ass and fingered my tiny hole. Neo was furiously rubbing himself through his jeans.

"You are in charge," I told him. "I am going to do exactly as you say, because I am yours to use right now. However...I really think it would be ideal if you would let your cock come out and play. I would really love to suck on your cock. In fact, since you are in charge, if you want me to beg you, I will."

It's funny, I think I assumed that an Eagle Scout would be such a goody-goody sort of boy. Well, I assumed wrong. Maybe it was the whole survivalist thing, or maybe this particular kid was just a pervert. I don't know, and I know I didn't care that day!

Neo said carefully, "It's a very good thing that you know your place. Since you are obviously a compulsive slut, I'm certain that you beg for cock quite a bit. And you're definitely going to now." He grabbed my hair, firmly, and pushed me down to my knees. My pussy about flooded the room. "Now," he instructed, "Take my cock in your mouth, and I don't expect some standard high school blow job, or even a college one, at that. I expect you to be an expert, baby. I'm sure you are."

Of course I am, and I knew I wouldn't disappoint.

I played with the head of his cock first. I wanted to tease him some before really doing him as hard as I could. I licked off the plentiful precum that was oozing out of him, letting me know that thus far I was doing an excellent job of things. I licked up and down the shaft of his cock, on the ridge of skin that went all the way to his balls, and then took them into my mouth one at a time for a long, hot suck each.

Finally I couldn't help but suck his cock in earnest. I took his shaft in my mouth and sucked him in and out, holding the base of his cock with one hand and fingering his balls with my other hand. I took him all the way in, all the way down my throat, and made him understand with my hands that he should be fucking my mouth as hard as he liked. He did just that, and I felt him building up. Just when I was certain that he was going to pump a full load of cum directly into my belly, he pulled his rock hard cock out of my mouth and yanked my up by my hair.

Panting, he turned me around and pulled my skirt up a little further, bending me over the sink just enough. Pushing, or, really, yanking my panties aside, he shoved his cock into my pussy as hard as he could, and buried it in to the hilt in one stroke. It was all I could do not to yell out, and I loved it. We were staring at ourselves in the mirror, and he tore open my suit jacket and, biting my ear, growled, "Take out your tits right now, I'm about to pound you really hard and I want to see them shake."

I wasn't about to argue with that direct and very hot order, so I braced myself on the sink and took down the top of my merrywidow. My tits looked so hot, nipples standing up and throbbing. But I only had that second to notice because in an instant Neo started pounding me like there was no tomorrow. He fucked me so hard and fast that I felt a little faint, but it felt hot.

He must have noticed my flushed face, because he kept one hand on my hip and put the other on my neck, squeezing just enough to cut off some air. I gasped in pleasure and my head started to swim. My pussy was on fire and no matter what he said, I knew I'd be cumming very, very soon. I whispered, "You're going to make me cum."

His pounding got that much harder and he squeezed my neck a little tighter. "Good," he said, "Because I'm ready for your hot cunt to squeeze the cum right out of me, so get started. Let me feel you cum. I will fill you up with so much cum you'll be in here for half an hour, baby. Here it comes, oh, you're pulling it right out of me, yeah, that's right."

I saw his eyes roll back and felt his cock tense up with the rest of his pelvis as my own cunt pulsed as I came. Then I felt his cock spurt inside me, again and again and again I felt it. He shot such a load inside me that part of it was seeping out even as it was still emptying out of him. I was filled with cum and it got me hot all over again although I could barely stand and had a large, straight bruise across my pelvis from the sink and marks on my neck as well.

Neo pulled out me, still partially hard, and said, "Clean me off with your mouth," so I did. I sank back onto my knees and carefully licked all of the cum and pussy off of his dick and balls and pelvis. "This could possibly be counterproductive, you know," I said. He laughed and said, "Naw, it's a long flight, and I might just require your services again."

He zipped up his pants and left the lavatory.

I took a few minutes to clean myself up. No sense in dripping teenage boy cum down the aisle. Even if he is of the age of majority, well, surely that's unseemly. I straightened my suit and was glad to see that not a single thread was out of place, despite the rough treatment it had seen. You see?! Yet another reason to favor French design! Certainly there were a few cum spots of both varieties, but a bit of water mitigated against those, and I didn't expect any black light inspections. I re-twisted my hair, and looked at myself. Bruises aside, all was well. And I dared anyone to ask about those!

As I stepped out of the lavatory, however, I saw that trouble was, in fact, brewing. A uniformed officer was standing there. He said, "Ma'am, you need to come up front with me right now." I smiled nonchalantly and said, "Pardon?" He reached for my elbow and I pulled it back. "I'll follow you, there's no need to get so upset," I stated, eyes wide and surprised as could be.

How annoying! Fucking federal flight penalties or some shit. But then again, what would the charge be? Screwing a scout?! Whatever! I'll call my attorney on the way to LA and he'll be there at the gate, assholes, I was thinking to myself.

To my great amusement and surprise, the man, who was apparently one of the three pilots or navigators or whatever they do, just escorted me into the cockpit with the other two men. They all stared at me for a minute and the man who walked me in locked the door.

I started laughing out loud with my hands on my hips. "Oh, I get it. Your turns, hmm?" They couldn't help but smile. I mean, "A" for attitude, right? I continued, "That's fine by me, fellows. Just don't crash this motherfucker, because I am one fine piece of ass."

I slowly unpinned my hair so it fell to my waist, black and shiny. I unbuttoned my jacket, button by button, as slowly as possible. I wanted to put on a little pre-show before the main event, if you take my meaning. As I was doing this, I said, "Now, here is the one rule I have. I don't make the rules. I like to do what I'm told. This means that you need to tell me what you want, and tell me what to do, and tell me how you like it. So if you think you can do that, then I think you'll do just fine doing me."

By this time I stood before them in my flared black skirt and stockings, and high patent leather heels. (My ruined panties were in my clutch purse that I had brought with me into the lavatory.) Since I'd removed my jacket and carefully placed it over one of their chairs, I was wearing only my black lace merrywidow, which is much like a teddy but without shoulder straps and with garters attached.

"I'll give you a start," I said, turning my ass to them, unzipping the skirt, and then letting it drop to the floor. I bent all the way over to step out of it and pick it up, placing it on top of the jacket. I heard various sounds from three horny men, and I couldn't help but say, "That damn autopilot better be on."

"Now," I said facing them and licking my lips, "What will it be?"

Clearly this had been thought out before I arrived, because they all appeared to have one coherent plan and to act in concert. The man who brought me in remained standing, and the other two stayed seated. The all faced me. One of the seated men said, "Unhook your top so we can see your big, juicy tits." I did as told, and anticipating the related command, I began to play with my tits and nipples. I stroked my nipples and pulled on them, and finally took them into my mouth, sucking on both of them at once.

One of them said, "Hey, you're sucking on the wrong things, as much as I like that." Another one said, "Yeah, what you're going to do now is suck each one of our cocks. You're going to get us nice and hard so that we can triple team you. Got it?"

I got on my knees in front of all three of them and smiled looking up at them as if to say, "Who is first?"

I got my answer as the man in the center thrust his cock into my mouth. He really didn't need me to get him hard; he was rock hard to start with. But I never look a gift horse in the mouth, and I never take a hard cock for granted. I'll take a hard cock anywhere in or on my body at any time, and this was no exception.

I sucked him nice and hard, just to remind him that I could make him shoot too quickly if he wasn't careful, and of course to keep my pussy nice and wet and flowing. I was already dripping enough that there was a wet spot below me on the floor, and I hate to create a hazard, but I love my wet pussy, too. Finally he jerked me off of him and impaled my pussy onto that same stiff cock, pulling me onto his lap as he sat and leaned back in his chair. The rush was incredible and I moaned as I sank down, trying to take the whole thing in.

My moan was stifled as the next cock was pushed into my mouth. I sucked it furiously now, so horny and hot that I could barely stand it. I tried to fuck the cock I was sitting on with my pussy, but its owner held me still, waiting for his buddies. It was infuriating, and I squeezed him with my muscles as hard as I could, making him groan and pant, just to get him back for it. At last the man who was fucking my mouth had enough of my deep throating and made his move.

The next thing I knew, his cock was shoved up my ass from behind. At once I had two throbbing cocks in me, one on each side, and the feeling was incredible. Two men holding me down or not, there was no stopping me from riding them like stallions at this point.

The third man stood next to me and pulled my hair back to fuck my mouth. Now I had three cocks in me, thousands of feet in the air, and I might as well have been thousands of miles in space. I couldn't stop fucking all three of them. I couldn't stop my mounting orgasms, the first of which rocked all three of their bodies but didn't break their flows. The next one, though, forced them to cum with me. I felt the pressure in my pussy and ass, and I sucked cock like I'd die if I didn't. I squeezed every muscle in my body and I was going to take them with me. I could hear it in their voices, I could feel it in their muscles, they were cumming too. And I was going to get every drop, it was all mine.

One of them remembered to command me, and he said, "You nasty little bitch! You're making me cum, you cum again with me, and you take every bit of this load up your ass, do you understand me? Here it comes!"

I couldn't answer, of course, because I was already swallowing a massive load of cum from his friend, trying to, anyway, as some of it was escaping onto my face. And as soon as I felt the streams of cum in my ass, I felt them in my pussy. Feeling all of it at once is something you can't imagine unless you've been there, but believe me, if you get the chance, take it.

As they finally finished with me and I panted on the floor of the cockpit—I know they call it flight deck or something silly like that now, but believe me, it'll always be a cockpit to me!—one of them handed me a napkin. I smiled and said, "Thank you very much." I used my compact and soon was looking just fine again. I dressed and was ready to be seated again. And this time, I was REALLY ready. I mean I was tired as hell by now! That's a lot of action, even for me.

Just before I left, one of them announced over the loudspeaker that we'd be making our final descent into Los Angeles in about twenty minutes. Oh, for fuck's sake! Oh well, rest would have to wait. It was worth it.