jeans.
“Quite a pecker, isn’t it? And that’s why I knew you were going to love sucking me off. You’re a pretty chick. You deserve the best and this is it.”
His hips jerked upward off the stool and toward her face. She felt the cold metal barrel of the gun alongside her head, warning her not to do anything wrong. The blonde stewardess bent forward, her lips trembling as they touched the crown of his quivering cock. She normally liked giving head.
But not under circumstances like these. The man might just pull the trigger and blow her brains out when he came. She would have to be careful. And he wasn’t allowing her any freedom at all. Doing this in a cramped stall was bad enough; it wasn’t sexy like she’d thought it would be. Being forced to do it took all the thrill away.
“Ungh, God, yeah, your mouth’s everything I thought it would be,” he said. He kept his strong grip on her wrists, pulling her arms up over her blonde head. “Now, use your tongue. I bet a chick like you sucks off a lot of men aboard these planes. It’s about time old Remington got some of the mouth-love for the price of his ticket.”
The muzzle of his gun moved around so that it pressed into the back of her head. She didn’t dare pull back now. The thick purple knob on top of his cock throbbed and grew larger. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have loved the taste of his cock bucking against her tongue.
The smell of an aroused male usually turned her on. Thick male musk odors were enough to make her mouth — and pussy — begin to drool. But she didn’t like men coming in her mouth. She preferred to suck their cocks until they were so hot and horny they could hardly stand it, then have them really fuck her.
That was the way she liked it. Louise realized what she wanted didn’t matter now. What the man with the gun told her to do was the law.
Her tongue swirled around the tip of his prick, stroking and teasing along the cleft head and working against the tiny flap of skin dangling beneath. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick and she attacked with her rough, darting tongue hoping to get him off fast.
If she could end this in a hurry, she might be able to get to the pilot and tell him what was happening. That would end everything for this stud. He would be arrested the instant they landed.
But it was still oral rape. And she couldn’t do a damned thing to prevent it, not with the gun resting so cold and hard against the side of her head. The blonde began bobbing her face up and down on his prick, slowly face- fucking herself. This seemed to arouse the man even more. She felt his prick stiffen until it was like a rod of hot steel in her mouth.
“Good, Blondie, you suck cock real good. Now give it all to me. Everything. The whole works.”
She had no idea what he was talking about. But she sucked even harder, her cheeks going hollow from the suction. She cradled his cock in her curling tongue so that she roughly caressed the underside of his prick as it fucked into her face.
This got him really going. He lifted his hips up off the stool, jamming her face full of cock. She almost gagged when he tried to get his prick all the way down her throat.
“No,” she gasped. “Not that!”
“I want to deep-throat you. I don’t give a flying fuck if you ain’t Linda Lovelace. If you can’t take a man’s cock all the way down your throat, it’s high time you learned.”
He released her hands but immediately grabbed a handful of lustrous blonde hair and pulled her face back to his smelly crotch. His hips jabbed out and she felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. His huge fuck-stick surged past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat.
Louise panicked. She couldn’t breathe. All her air was cut off by his huge cock berthed so securely in her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she felt her throat spasming against the underside of his prick. This seemed to arouse him more than anything else she’d done.
“Good, oh, shiiiiiit! Is it ever good. I knew this was going to be my lucky day. Just keep going, Blondie, and we’ll get along great together. Oh, shit!”
She was passing out from lack of air. She almost gagged to death before he allowed her to back away. Panting harshly, she watched the gusts from her nostrils rustle through his tangled bush. She guessed it stimulated him even more. The way his prick bucked told her he was having a hard time keeping back the fiery flood of his jism.
Her agile tongue wiped off a drop of bitter pre-cum beading at the end of his prick. She almost gagged on this, turning and spitting it out. But the cold barrel of the gun alongside her head kept her mouth firmly fastened on the end of his pecker.
“That’s the way,” he encouraged. “You’re sucking like a pro. I guess everything they say about you chicks what fly up here’s true, huh? You all put out for the pilots. Those clowns get the best of everything, don’t they? Not this time. This time I’m getting the best. The best goddamn head I ever felt!”
She sucked a little harder and tried to ram her tongue down the piss-slit. It wasn’t possible; she knew that. But the attempt made him moan even louder and he began shoving his hips into her face. She let him face-fuck her. That was all she could do with that gun threatening her life.
Louise just hoped he didn’t pull the trigger when he got his rocks off. That might kill her.
Frightened at the prospect, she sucked even harder. Her tongue went berserk around his cock. She felt his prick swelling up with more and more aroused blood until her lips were stretched to the splitting point. She hadn’t thought it was possible for any man to have a cock this huge.
In a bizarre way, she almost wished he would fuck her. She wanted to feel his huge cock in her pussy. That might be a real turn-on. But this wasn’t, not with the man threatening to blow her head off if she stopped sucking on his prick.
“Go, Blondie, go! Suck me off!”
She used her teeth against his cock just enough to thrill him. This made blood hammer even harder into his prick.
“Oh, shiiit!” he cried.
The tiny toilet stall echoed with his cries as his prick erupted a creamy load of jism into her mouth. She wanted to back off and let him spew out his come onto the floor. But the strong hand at the back of her head forced her to keep her mouth wrapped around his fountaining cock.
She swallowed hard and found that his cum wasn’t all that bad. The salty, tangy taste sort of turned her on. Or it would have if he hadn’t been forcing her to give him the blow-job. The threat of the gun still remained. She cast furtive glances to the side to see if the gun was pointed at her temple.
He didn’t fire. And she quickly licked the last of his hot cum from his limp cock. The woman was released and collapsed back against the door of the stall, panting, terrified, helpless. The sight of that gun kept her from screaming in fright.
“Hey, open up in there,” came a command from outside. “What the hell’s going on in there?”
Louise didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Help had come too late.
Chapter Two
“You come out from there,” said Vanessa through the thin door of the toilet. “I’m warning you. I’ll get the captain back here if you don’t open up right away!”
“Open the fucking door,” Remington said, leaning back, his prick still dangling out. He lifted the gun and fondled the trigger enough to make Louise even more nervous than she was.
“I can’t. It opens inwards. The door. I… I have to stand up.”
“So stand up and open the door.”
She didn’t have to be told not to do anything silly like trying to warn her friend about the gun. Louise opened the door and pushed it back hard against the wall. This allowed her body to swing away and reveal Remington and the gun.
Vanessa gasped. Louise wasn’t sure if it was the limp prick that got to her or the gun. She might not have responded at all if Remington hadn’t bluntly ordered her to step in.
“Now that we’re all one big happy family here, why don’t you tuck my little friend away. Blondie’s already
