The Humiliation Of Miss Tits A Lot Ch 02

Fiona stared into the deep brown eyes of the handsome stranger in the seat next to her. When he addressed her as "Miss Tits-a-lot," her pussy quivered.

"Y-you were eavesdropping."

His grin broadened. "On you and your Mistress? It wasn't very difficult to determine what was going on between the two of you."

Fiona felt a warm flush creeping over her face when he referred to the security guard as her "Mistress," and she protested. "She's not my Mistress. I just met her. She's a security guard at the airport, and she tricked me into submitting to her."

He spread out his newspaper in front of him. He wasn't listening to her. She began her explanation again. "She made me..."

Holding up his hand, he spoke sharply. "That's enough. When I want to hear from you, I'll let you know."

Fiona gazed out the window as the airplane ascended. This was turning into a strange sequence of events. Was this stranger going to take up where Pam the security guard left off? She soon had her answer.

The flight was a redeye, and by the time the plane climbed into the enfolding darkness many of the passengers in the first class cabin were already reclining in their seats, eyes closed.

The dark stranger snapped his paper shut and turned to Fiona. "It's time."

As she took a sip of her wine, her eyes widened. "Time for what?"

He shook his finger in her face. "Don't be coy, Miss Tits-a-lot. Ever fucked in an airplane bathroom?"

She sputtered, the wine spraying out of her mouth. "What?"

His answer was to grab her wrist and pull her out of her seat. He led her down the aisle to the front of the plane to the first class bathrooms. Several of the passengers, still awake, sniggered as he pushed her into the restroom ahead of himself. The flight attendant stopped him just before he shut the door.

"Sir, only one passenger in the bathroom at a time."

He slammed the door in her face. He dropped the lid of the toilet seat and sat down. Unzipping his fly, he pulled his cock from his jeans.

Fiona stared at his huge cock, already hard. She thought pulsating cocks existed only in romantic fiction, but there was one right in front of her.

Stroking it, he asked, "You like it?"

She nodded dumbly.

He laughed. "I suppose you could call me 'Sir Cock-a-lot.' Straddle me."

Fiona hiked up her short skirt, and after several attempts which included banging her knees against the wall and hitting her elbow on the sink, she positioned herself over his prick. His hands encircled her waist as he lowered her onto his giant cock. As he impaled her, she gasped. Then she bounced on him while he manipulated the dildo in her ass. She came first, grinding her tits into his face before he exploded inside her. They both slumped back, breathing heavily. Fiona had never cum so hard

They both stood up awkwardly, and as she reached for the toilet tissue, he pushed her hand away. "No need to clean up. You're not finished yet."

As she raised her brows, he pushed the bathroom door open and shoved her out in front of him. A few people had their eyes glued to the door, smiling at their exit. Fiona felt some cum dripping down her thigh and resisted the impulse to stop its progress.

The flight attendant frowned as they made their way back to their seats. As soon as they sat down, the man pulled a notebook out of his briefcase and began scribbling. He ripped the paper up into strips, folded them, and handed them to Fiona.

"Start at the front of the cabin and deliver these notes to everyone who's still awake."

She glanced at the folded notes. "What are they?"

He casually reached over and pinched her nipple through her thin t-shirt. "Your purpose is not to question me, Miss Tits-a-lot."

Wincing with pain, she stumbled to her feet. Starting at the first row of the cabin, she handed a note to every passenger who was still awake. As she moved down the aisle, she heard gasps, giggles, and snorts. It would seem the notes were creating quite a stir. She came to her seat and handed the extra notes to the dark stranger. He ignored her as she sat down.

After a few minutes, some of the notes came back and Sir collected them on his tray table. Glancing over his arm, Fiona saw what looked like seat numbers. He turned to her. "Go to seat 3C."

She opened her mouth, saw the bright look in his eyes, and shut it. She edged past him and made her way to seat 3C. There was a man sitting there with a woman in the window seat, head flung back and snoring lightly.

She looked at him in confusion, but he seemed to know why she was there. He said two words. "Blow job."

Grabbing the seat back, she said, "Excuse me?"

He smiled. "I want a blow job."

Wildly, she turned her head to look at Sir. He was standing up with his arms folded. What were those notes? Was he taking orders for her services? Her knees felt weak and her pussy wet. Could she do this? She'd never experienced such intense arousal in her life.

She dropped to her knees and immediately he stuffed his cock in her mouth. The passengers who had received the notes stood up in their seats for a better look. Sensing a commotion in the cabin, the flight attendant walked up the aisle. Her mouth fell open when she saw the tall woman with the big tits between some man's legs. Her purpose was obvious.

"Sir! Miss! Please, this is unacceptable." They both ignored her. Sir approached her and gently took her arm. She tried to shake him off.

He glanced at her nametag. "Lindsay? I have a proposition for you."

She glanced at him with a harried expression. "What is she doing?"

He smirked. "I think that's rather obvious. Listen, Lindsay, why don't you have a seat, get yourself something to drink, read a magazine. Miss Tits-a-lot will be taking care of the passengers in first class during this flight."

She looked down at the woman whose lips were firmly encircling the man's penis. "That's her name?"

"Suits her, don't you think?"

Watching the woman's tits bob up and down, she nodded. "Yes, it does."

He waved the notes in front of Lindsay's face. "I have several requests here for her services. It'll keep everyone occupied for the next four hours. You relax. If anyone needs a drink, Miss Tits-a-lot will take care of it. "

He replaced the notes in his hand with a wad of bills. Snatching the bills, Lindsay said, "All right, but there better not be any disturbances in this cabin."

Shaking his head solemnly, he stated, "None at all."

Lindsay retreated to her jump seat and buried her head in a magazine.

When Fiona finished with 3C, Sir handed her the next instructions. She moved down the aisle to seats 6B and 7B, which were situated one in front of the other. The man in 7B grabbed her, pulled up her skirt, and positioned her on his lap. The man in 6B turned around in his seat and pulled up her top. While 7B fucked her ass with the dildo, 6B sucked on her tits. The combination was wildly exciting. Fiona's nipples had never been very sensitive, especially after her boob job, but the way 6B latched onto her nipples while 7B pumped her buttocks proved enough to send her over the edge. She came hard, wetting 7B's lap.

The next set of instructions required her to crawl down the aisle to 9C. An angular middle-aged woman was there to greet her. She invited her to straddle her while facing her. After pulling up Fiona's t-shirt, she pulled up her own, removing her bra and revealing a scrawny pair of A cup breasts. She played with Fiona's tits for a while to the appreciation of several passengers gathered to watch. Then she pulled her in close, smashing her chest against Fiona's heavy DD's. While rubbing her tiny tits against Fiona's massive ones, she began kissing her deeply on the mouth. Fiona rubbed her clit against the woman's rough trousers and came again. She'd never come more than once at a time, if even that, faking it more often than not.

While she crawled down the aisle to her next appointment, the flight attendant happened to look up and see something protruding out of the woman's ass. She jumped up and marched down the aisle.

She pointed at Fiona's ass. "What's that?"

Sir intervened. "That's just a dildo, Lindsay, relax."

Bending down, trying to get a better look, she said, "I can't relax. I'm responsible for this cabin. That could be anything hiding in her asshole."

He patted her arm. "Would you feel better if you had a look?"

"Of course."

"Miss Tits-a-lot, reach back and spread your ass cheeks open for Lindsay."

Fiona complied and he reached down and pulled the dildo out of her ass. Holding it up to Lindsay, he asked, "Are you satisfied? Would you like to feel it? It's not even motorized. Just an old-fashioned dildo."

Lindsay frowned. "It's awfully big."

Sir smiled. "Here, take it."

Lindsay held it gingerly, eyeing Fiona's ass, which she was still spreading wide. Holding it out to Sir, she said, "OK, you can put it back."

He looked into her eyes. "Would you like to do that, Lindsay?"

She glanced at the gaping asshole and then the dildo. "It doesn't look like it will fit."

Sir laughed. "What comes out, must go back in. Anyone have any cream or lubricant?"

A woman across the aisle, who had been watching the proceedings in some alarm, spoke up. "I have some heavy cream. My hands get so dry on the plane."

Sir nodded smoothly. "I understand completely. Would you like to cream this dildo?" Noting her shocked expression, he gave his boyish grin. "With your hand cream."

The woman relaxed and held out her hand. Lindsay handed the dildo to her, and she lathered cream onto it and handed it back.

Touching Lindsay's arm, Sir said, "Go ahead, Lindsay. She's ready for you. Are you ready, Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona answered by spreading her cheeks wider. Lindsay glanced at the circle of on-lookers and bent down behind the woman on the floor. Tentatively she placed the head of the big black dildo at the woman's opening. The passengers called out encouragement, and she shoved the tip in. The woman gasped and clenched her buttocks. She shifted into stewardess mode. "Just relax now, Miss Tits-a-lot, and I'll ease it in gently."

Fiona unclenched her ass, and Lindsay gave another shove. She watched the woman's asshole widen around the dildo. Feeling a little resistance, she pushed again. Miss Tits-a-lot cried out, and Lindsay knew she was home free. She worked the fat dildo up Miss Tits-a-lot's ass until it almost disappeared.

Fiona completed her rounds of the first class cabin when Lindsay approached Sir. Excuse me, Sir, the Captain came out to use the bathroom and saw a little of what was going on out here. He'd like to see Miss Tits-a-lot in the cockpit."

Fiona wondered if they were all going to be reported, but Sir was smiling. "Go with Lindsay now, Miss Tits-a-lot."

She followed the flight attendant up to the cockpit and entered nervously. Lindsay announced her. "Here's Miss Tits-a-lot, Captain."

At the sound of her voice, the pilot and the co-pilot turned from their instruments. Fiona's knees trembled at the stern look the Captain gave her. He was an older man with silver hair and a craggy face.

"I understand you've been keeping first class occupied, Miss Tits-a-lot."

She nodded. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."

He gave the co-pilot some instructions before turning to her. "Well, the only thing I'm sorry about is that we've been up here the whole time. You need to service us now, Miss Tits-a-lot. We don't call this a 'cockpit' for nothing."

He laughed at his own joke while his co-pilot rolled his eyes.

The Captain continued. "Now bring those big titties over here."

Fiona pulled her shoulders back and approached the Captain. He yanked her t-shirt up and turned to his co-pilot. "You ever see a pair like this, Victor?"

Victor glanced over and shook his head. "Not in person anyway."

You bend over, Miss Tits-a-lot. I'm going to take you from behind. You like that?"

"Yes, Sir."

He roughly bent her over the Captain's chair, undoing his pants. Pulling up her skirt, he commented, "I see you already have one hole filled. I'll just fill the other one here. Victor, you wanna poke it in her mouth?"

Victor blushed. "No, Sir. You know I just got married three months ago."

The Captain began plowing Fiona from behind. "Awww, c'mon boy. At least take one of those big titties in your mouth before she goes. Nothing like a big mouthful like that to satisfy a man."

He shot into her while she came again under the watchful eyes of Lindsay and Victor. The Captain smacked her ass. "Thatta girl. C'mon Victor, have a little taste. Go give him a taste, girl."

Fiona stood over the co-pilot with her t-shirt still lifted and offered him a breast. Victor stared at her tit for moment with its extended, rosy nipple, and turned his head. "Not for me, Captain. I prefer a pert breast. She looks like a cow."

Lindsay giggled while the Captain scoffed. "Don't know what you're missing. Come here, girl. Give 'em to me."

So Fiona returned to the Captain, and he noisily sucked on her breasts until Victor gently reminded him that they had to prepare for landing.

The Captain sighed. "OK, you go back with Lindsay, Miss Tits-a-lot, and thanks for flying Hooter Airways."

He was laughing at his joke while Lindsay led her out of the cockpit. "You need to take your seat now, Miss Tits-a-lot."

The other passengers, knowing she'd just been servicing the pilot and co-pilot watched Fiona walk back to her seat. When she sat down, Sir smiled at her. "Well done, Miss Tits-a-lot. Have you ever had a more enjoyable flight?"

She answered honestly, "No, Sir."

He patted her knee. "I knew you'd be missing your Mistress on this long flight."

Fiona didn't bother to protest. Perhaps in some way Pam had become her Mistress.

As the passengers began filing out of the first class cabin, several who had been awake during the flight shook Sir's hand, or grabbed his shoulder, all thanking him for the best flight they'd ever had. The passengers who had slept the whole way looked curiously at the attractive, dark-haired man and the Titian-haired beauty with the big tits in the seat next to him.

Fiona was the last passenger to leave the cabin. She walked into the terminal, not knowing what to expect next. As she approached the escalator to the baggage claim area, a short, wiry Puerto Rican woman in a uniform accosted her.

"You Miss Tits-a-lot?"

Fiona blushed as several people turned at the sound of the name. Then she looked down at the woman and said, "Yes, I'm Miss Tits-a lot."