I pulled back, admiring her now.
Sasha was gorgeous.
Her perky breasts were pressed naked on the cold floor, body arched upward with her arms tied, ass slightly raised, legs pulled together with her ankles bound. Her long thick black hair was a mess around her and my black belt hung around her neck, the slack pulled and laying along the spine of her back.
Her face was turned to the side because of the gas masks form, and her beautiful eyes were red rimmed and brimming with tears, and her sexy pouty lips quivered from the still felt pain of my cock slamming into her virgin body.
Using the belt, I pulled her to her feet and positioned her in Henry’s chair, spreading her legs around the seat of it so her body was fully exposed.
Henry walked in.
Henry was younger than me, and lanky where I was thick, but he was just as tall.
He didn’t see Sasha first, as he came in quietly he looked at me and said,
“Ey man. Stacie’s outside, why didn’t you tell me you guys were done already, i’ve been jacking off for like 30 min-“ He abruptly cut himself off, seeing Sasha displayed in his chair, head bowed in submission, tits protruding because of her positioning.
“Ho-ly shit.” He said, and then looked at me, wide eyed.
“Henry, meet Sasha, out UM for this flight.
Sasha is going to Russia to spend the summer with her grandparents, doesn’t speak any Russian, and didn’t want to be on this flight.
So Sasha’s been acting out, and has been bad, so bad she had to come stay up in the cock pit for the duration of this flight.”
Henry looked Sasha over from head to toe, and wordlessly started undoing his own belt.
“You’re a fucking god man.” He finally said, going over to Sasha and exploring her limp body with his hands,
“What should I do first?”
I grinned, happy to have him literally on board.
“I’ve already fucked her pussy.
But I’ve been wanting these sweet lips around me since she first walked in.” as I said this I walked over and lifted her chin, her gaze was down cast, lips visible through the oxygen mask.
Without another word I took down my slacks to my waist again, my hard on flinging itself out for another go.
I had gotten so hard staring at her tied up teen body I couldn’t wait any longer.
Henry grabbed her by the belt around her neck, pulling her head back, I moved away the mask, and she turned away from me, tears going down her eyes. “No, please. I don’t know how to do that.
It’s disgusting.”
Henry pulled tighter, making her gasp for air, and I grabbed a knot of her messy black hair and positioned her at my dick, wasting no time, I inserted it into her mouth, watching her sweet lips open wider in surprise and I began to move in and out of her.
God her lips felt so good around my shaft. I could feel her tongue try and spit me out, but it just rubbed my vein and made me pump harder.
I pulled her farther out of the chair, and Henry moved in, his long dick erect and he grabbed her hips with one hand, keeping her reins with the other.
Spitting on his dick twice, he moved in on her ass, letting go of the belt to speed her cheeks, as her face was pulled further and further onto my dick.
Her mouth dripped with saliva as she tried to cry out as his long 9 inch rod started working into her ass.
“Oh fuck,” He moaned as he inched in.
“She’s so damn tight.”
He began slapping her ass repeatedly, making her cheeks spasm as he pushed in. Her screams cut off with each deep stroke of my cock.
Wanting to feel more of her I pulled her hair harder, guiding her mouth to take more of me. Trying to reach the end of the endless tunnel of her throat.
She was unable to scream now as she started choking on my cock, her body shuttering under our penetrations of her taunt body. Henry was making good progress when he tilted his head back into one hard thrust and found himself firmly inside of her. Once in he started a hard rhythm to match mine, pulling on her belt again making her head jerk forward, my dick jerking in her throat as her head bobbed.
He pulled himself inside her, as we fucked her in a hard sawing motion, her little body being pulled back and fourth to fill out needs and fill her with our hard cocks.
It went on like this for what felt like forever, our stamina renewed by our previous ejaculations, the sensations of her sweet young mouth as it fought a losing battle to my thick shaft. Her hard breathing from her nose, unable to let out a full gasp before I shoved myself deep inside her again.
Henry was a machine.
He pumped into her ass at a hungry speed, pressing so deep inside her he had to me bottoming out, our balls smacked at her chin and previously violated pussy. Finally I felt my balls squeeze with effort as my dick started to pulse, suddenly I felt the highest high I had ever felt as I spurted into her throat, keeping the stride going as I finished my last few pumps, going deep so she had no choice but to take in my seed.
I pulled out of her and fell back into my chair, spent.
Henry still rode inside of her, her head pulled back, beautiful plump lips dripping with my cum, arms back, her tender breasts thrusts forward with his motions, body rippling with each pulse. She stood at a 90 degree angle as he hit into her ass hard, both of their bodies heavy with sweat, some of her hair sticking to her face and collarbone at the exertion of her body her gasps short and clipped with the pain.
Henry finally slowed, riding her as he pumped every last drop inside of her asshole. Abruptly, he let go, letting her body drop with a thud to the ground. He stood there for a second, catching his breath, hands on hips. He wiped sweat from his forehead before zipping himself back up and also taking his seat.
Without another word I grabbed to intercom and flicked off the auto pilot.
“Passengers prepare for landing. Stewardesses please take your seat.
Stacie, please come up.”
Stacie, my stewardess came in from earlier, and looked at the girl laying face down, body dripping with juices, ass red.
“Unless you want to be an accomplice, I suggest you best clean this up and get her ready for landing.” I said, never facing her. Wordlessly, she bent down and started to untie Sasha’s bindings.
“And Stacie,” I said, tone flat as I began our decent.
“The next one better be just as good.”