Dos: Service From a Tight Blonde

This is a sexual work of fiction in the ongoing Deck of Sin series, but none of the other stories are required to enjoy this one. All characters are above the age of consent.

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I needed to be serviced. That was all that blazed through my mind as I strode down the jet bridge. My slacks were tight against me as my cock throbbed in my waistband. My balls were boiling with a massive load I couldn't wait to let loose.

I'd tried to sleep. I really had. The red eye from LA to Chicago was hardly a party scene. But twenty minutes into my flight, my eyes half closed and dozing, I'd caught sight of the little slut in the next first class aisle over. An LA area Instagram thot, I vaguely recognized her from some pics the guys had swapped with me a few weeks back.

Her skin was the color of caramel under the low lighting, her hair this incredible shade of gold, her massive tits barely held in check by a tight white top. She was in hot girl chill gear, a belly shirt that showed off her muscled core and a pair of leggings that showed off her incredible ass.

I'd shifted in my seat, trying not to stare. The last thing I figured she needed was some 40 year old in a suit leering at her past midnight. But the little tease ended up putting on quite the show. Not for me - or not directly for me. A quiet throat clear from the row ahead made me realize a 20 something studio exec was watching this fine piece of fuckmeat just as closely as I was.

She barely glanced at me, she was all eyes for the stud in 3B. In her mind she was already using her talents to land a part in a youtube series or a streaming show. So under the low lights at 30,000 feet this girl put on one hell of a show.

She suckled at her fingers, teasing, before reaching up under her shirt to tweak her nipples. Pert little beads, they rose under the fabric, giving us both a good impression of her pierced nineteen year old tits. She smiled a dirty dirty smile as she slid one hand up to her neck. I felt a surge of heat and my eyes glaze over as she wrapped one hand around her throat. Even though she was ten feet away and she couldn't care less that I was there, I could almost taste her tight little pussy.

That was when I shook my head, and slid over. The seat on the wing was empty. Out of line of sight I ordered an old fashioned from the seatback screen and tried not to think about her. I even mostly ignored them when they got up and slipped off to the bathroom. And was half asleep when they came back reeking of her cunt.

In the light of the morning, though, I couldn't ignore what that lingering scent was doing to my brain. I couldn't stop staring at her incredible body, even after she started blushing and looking uncomfortable. I'd told myself I wouldn't do it, this trip. Wouldn't open the app. But fuck it. I needed this.

As the plane landed and taxi'd across the runway at O'Hare out came my phone, and on came my very favorite app. A black outlined circle with the four deck suits in a grid. Heart Spade Diamond Club. Simple. Elegant. Expensive. The Deck of Sin.

After a moment loading, a simple chat interface displayed itself. Dot dot dots of loading, typing. The name read "Ace of Clubs." I smiled. I'd worked with Ace before.

"Good morning Sebastian. I see you've just landed. Layover at a hotel or an airport tryst?"

I checked my watch. My next flight was in two and a half hours. Nowhere near enough time to enjoy a hotel room's worth of fun.

"Airport." I texted back, along with my arrival and departure information.

"Any preferences?"

I hummed, looked back up at the piece of ass across the aisle. She was trying not to look in my direction.

"Young and blonde if you've got it."

"Hold."

We stopped to let another plane pass. I looked back up as the stud passed a business card across the aisle. When she read what was on the back her cheeks went beet red. She rubbed her toned thighs together. Fuck.

"Going to be expensive. Twice the usual rate plus the cost of a 1st class ticket somewhere to get her past security. She's a part timer, and if she shows for this gig she'll miss work. Might lose her job. If you can wait until New York I'll have lots of options."

"You know me. Will I like her?"

"I'm not pushing. But yeah, you'd love her."

My fingers moved on their own. "Tell her 3x and I'll help her with placement somewhere else if she wants it. Give her Shannon's email."

"Hold."

The Bing! Of the fasten seatbelt sign going off made my head snap up. Stud was out in the aisle in a second, followed by the sweet meat. He helped her get her luggage down and then proceeded to grope her ass, hard, less than two feet from my face. She shifted, trying to keep her little mewling noises at the back of her throat as I saw her damp pussy start to make her tights stick to her thighs.

"Done. Booked you a sleep pod near C19 in Terminal 1. She'll be there in about 30 minutes. You want a pic?"

"No. Keep it a surprise. Thanks."

And so, like I said, I strode down the jet bridge. Slacks tight. Cock hard. I purposely brushed past the thot, my hand sliding across her ass and grabbing just enough of that thick meat to let her know I was there. I ignored her meaningless glare and made for the shuttle across the terminal, heading for Terminal 1.

Bzzt Bzzt. I'm taking my seat on the shuttle, phone up and out. A new text in the app. It's Ace, sending the QR code for sleep pod 243 at gate C19. Then again, bzzt bzzt, a new pink color for this message but still in the same channel.

"Hi! Its me! About to jump in line @ security. Be through rl soon." This service is worth every single dime of the yearly dues. Goddamn.

My fingers fly across the keyboard. "Great. Call me when you're through. Your name is"

I paused. What was a good name for... I smiled.

"Candy."

An emoji heart comes back. Great.

My shoes click hard on the tile of the concourse. I turn the corner and see the nook where they've set up the little rental sleep pods. Tight quarters, but I've used worse. And there's no one else around, the next flight at this gate isn't for three hours.

I've just opened the door to pod 243 when the phone buzzes again. It's a voice call through the app. I thumb it, put it to my ear. Her voice is sweet in my ears and I feel my cock flex at the sound.

"Hey there Daddy. Why Candy?"

As I step into the pod and let it swing close, my voice drops an octave from my normal speaking voice. I can't help it, when fuckmeat talks to me like this I get primal.

"Because you're a treat for me today baby girl."

"Hee. Daddy." Comes back the breathy response.

I feel myself flex again. I love when women do this, and it sounds only half staged. She's a part-timer, Ace said. Maybe she's actually a slut? Maybe she partially does this to get off? I can't wait to see.

"You have the pod number baby?"

"Yes sir."

"I'll keep the door unlocked. Come right in. I'm hungry for Candy baby. You all right if I just eat you right up?" Communication during pay for play is just as important as any other relationship. Jump on a girl the second she walks through your door without asking first, and even if you're paying her she's likely to react badly.

"I love a man that knows what he wants." Breathing hard. From a brisk walk or my words? Either way, that's why you ask. Delicious.

"See you soon baby." Beep the phone off.

The room is barely larger than the large leatherette recliner. There's overhead bins for bags, where I quickly toss mine. A side table with a pod coffee maker and some room temp water bottles. Hand sanitizer, wet wipes, kleenex, and not much else. There's a fan built into the wall which I switch on to high. It's a little stuffy in here, and if anyone tries listening it might help with any noise we make.

I stretched, not eager to sit down again. Sore, stiff, and feeling the plane on my skin. I do a couple of four hour flights a month, but thanks to that little piece of ass I'd slept like shit. I really hoped this girl was worth the money because I needed ...

The door swung open, I guess the sound proofing was even better than I thought it was, and she peeked inside. She was somewhere in that liminal age of 18 to 21 where I wasn't sure and didn't care. I easily had 15 years on her. Perfect. Pale skin, minimal makeup, beautiful bright gold hair pulled up in a braid, big expressive brown eyes. She stared up me for a second before a big grin stretched across her face. "Hello handsome!"

She stepped inside, letting the door close behind her and letting me drink her in. Her perfume filled the small space, a subdued vanilla tinged with cherries that instantly made my mouth water. She had beautiful C cup tits, swelling inside of a tight white office shirt that strained under the task of holding her milkers in check. She was wearing simple black slacks and sensible shoes, and I realized she had a dark green apron balled up in one hand. I matched her grin with my own. "Did Ace pull you in from the Starbucks?"

She tossed the apron to the side, not caring where it landed. Shrugging with a little hop that made her tits bounce. "How do you think I got here so fast?" She titled her head, exaggerating. "Silly Daddy."

I let a low growl issue from my throat and gave in to every instinct I'd held in check back on the plane. I was on her in a moment, pressing her up against the door to the pod with my weight. I had more than a head height on her and she looked so small as I laid my hands against the smooth surface of the pod and leaned in to breath her scent. She let out a nervous giggle and I could see a little bit of fear in her eyes. My cock had died back waiting for her, but now surged back to life. It pressed against her flat tummy through my slacks.

"Candy, Daddy doesn't have a lot of time. So I'm going to take exactly what I need from you, okay?"

She nodded and bit her lip in an incredibly sexy way, making her look even younger.

"Have you done this before baby girl?" I asked quietly, my mouth inches from hers.

"Yes Daddy. But only a couple a times." She made her voice young, girlish, and it was all I could do not to pant. "And none of them were as sexy as you. My little hole got so wet just looking at your picture from Ace."

"Mmmmm" I groaned, and let it all go. I leaned forward into that beautiful mouth, tasting her lip gloss and sliding my tongue roughly into her mouth. Her sweet breaths came faster, and I slid my left hand down to cup the swell of her breast. My other hand moved down to grip her hip as we fenced inside her mouth, tasting each other. I groped her breast shamelessly, not doing due justice to the usual care and seduction I like to use with beautiful women. This fuckmeat was here, she was willing, and I needed her right goddamned now.

I continued my assault on her breast as I slipped my right hand along the line of her pants and opened them with a quick twist with my thick thumb and finger. She moaned into my mouth as I slid my hand inside her slacks, cupping her hot sex in my hand. She threw her arms up around my head as my probing fingers slid aside silky panties and found...

I drew my head back laughing and looked into her eyes as I slid a thick finger along her little slit. "You weren't lying, were you baby? You're so wet for Daddy." Her face was flushed and her eyes had a light glaze to them, eager as hell.

"I'd never lie to Daddy, he's being so good to his little girl." she trilled. My eager fingers hooked down to find her silky folds and I slipped my middle finger inside her. She was incredibly tight and her cunt gripped me as she pushed her face into my shoulder to stifle a loud moan. "Sir! "she gasped. She slid her hand down to my urgent crotch, my raging hard on pressing against her. "Let me... With my mouth."

I grunted. I fucking love oral but I didn't have the time. I left go of her tit and slid my hand up to her neck, eliciting a gasp. I pressed my hand beneath the line of her jaw, gripping her by the neck but deliberately not wanting to cut off any air. Yet. Her eyes grew wide and she panted as I held her against the door and pumped her cunny with my finger. "I'll have to take a rain check baby, I need this sweet little pussy and I need it right now."

She didn't - couldn't - respond as her mouth formed a perfect O. An hour ago she had been working at her cafe and now a total stranger was deep inside her cunt making her arch against the pod's door.

"I'm going to stop baby, to get more comfortable. You take off all your clothes for Daddy, okay?" She nodded, her eyes wide, glazed, and I realized she had a thin rivulet of drool coming out of the side of her mouth. I opened my mouth wide and leaned in again, lapping at the drool and sliding wetly across her mouth with my wide tongue. Then I stepped back, a physical effort, reaching down to tug my belt loose and let my pants drop to the ground.

Candy's hands worked the buttons on her top with practiced ease, letting it drop. Her bra was a pretty off white to match, chosen to avoid standing out beneath the shirt's fabric. She grabbed her pants and panties and, wiggling her hips, she slid them to the ground.

She was reaching behind her to undo her bra while I pressed in, again, unable to wait. My cock isnt pornhub big but it's long and girthy enough to satisfy. My hard naked dick was already leaking precum as I pressed against her, rubbing against that sexy tummy as I pressed her arms back against the door. For a moment she was pinned that way, looking up at me, and I could see in her young face how intimidating I must be.

I leaned in to kiss her again, drawing a moan from her as she allowed me into her mouth. I reached behind her and effortlessly did what she'd been trying to do, using a single hand to undo her bra. With the other I slid a finger beneath the central strap and pulled it away from her body.

I pulled away, a string of spit joining us, as I looked down to appreciate her tits. Full, ripe, fertile, they were exactly how I'd pictured that instagram bitch's breasts on the plane. I moved my mouth down to lap at Candy's nipple and she gasped, grabbing the back of my head and winding her fingers into my hair.

I suckled at her tit, nursing with abandon, as she mewled for me like a cat in heat. Definitely a little slut, I decided. The money was nice but she wanted the dick too.

I stood from my ministrations, a disappointed trill from her turning to a squeak as I grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. I gripped my dick and tapped it a few times against her cunt, pressing and rubbing it against her wet little girlhole. She reached behind her and obligingly slid her fingers between her lips, spreading herself for me.

I pressed my cock against her entrance and carefully felt the resistance as I pressed into her. She was deliciously tight and I started shallow and slow, feeling this stranger's pussy as I began to work into a nice leisurely fuck. Candy crossed her arms above her head and braced herself against the door. "Take it Daddy," she murmured. "I know you have so much cum for me. I want it." God damn.

I resisted the urge to just bury myself to the hilt. I didn't have much time but I was paying a lot for this piece of ass, and I was going to enjoy it. Her sweet young cunt gripped me like a silken glove as I slowly pushed deeper, eliciting sweet moans from her glossed lips. With a shudder I felt her lips against my skin as I pressed the last of my length inside. I've had coworkers say shit like "once you're inside it doesn't matter" and I think that's nonsense. Young pussy feels fucking incredible, nothing else like it.

"How does that cock feel, baby?" I growled at her. I slowly began to stroke, my full length working inside her as I felt her wetness on my skin.

"Daddy, that's the best dick I've ever had." She moaned. She turned her head to look back at me. Her face was flushed and her eyes filled with lust. "Do you fuck all of your girls this good?" I answered her with another growl, grabbing her by the hips and giving her a couple of quick thrusts to answer her. She bit her lip, looking up at me with eyes that conveyed how much I was fucking with her mind as well as her cunt.

My mouth opened with a wicked smile. I didn't care if it was all just performance, she was so hot. So slutty. "You're a good little bitch aren't you, Candy?" I was in a rhythm now, nice deep thrusts as I felt, already, my cum boiling in my balls. I was so worked up all night, I was tired, and I wasn't going to last long. I didn't want to last long.

"Yes, Daddy, I try to be a good little bitch for boys with nice dicks like yours." She paused as I thrust hard and deep into her cunt, a high pitched mewl and gasp punctuating her words. "Ace said you wouldn't have long, that you needed to fill up a girl and make your flight?" She bounced her ass back to meet my thrusts, milking my dick. "Is that what you need Daddy? To fill a little girl with your hot fucking cum?"

In answer I reached up and grabbed her by the hair with my right hand. I dug deep into her beautiful blond tresses and pulled her head back to me, forcing her to arch up and thrust her perfect young tits far out in front of her. She let out a half-scream as I did so, she hadn't been expecting that, but I was beyond caring. I gripped her hip hard with my left hand and plowed her like I owned her.

"Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy." She murmured to me as my needy dick pounded her pussy. Using her like a fucktoy. Her beautiful back arched for me, her eyes cast to the heavens as I filled her again and again. She felt incredible, she was worth every fucking penny I was spending to own her perfect. Beautiful. Young. Tight.

"Fuuuuuck." I groaned. "Gonna ... gonna."

"Yes. Yes, please. Fill me up. Fill up your little girl. She needs it. She needs your fucking cum Daddy. Fill me fill me fill me--"

I cut her off with a deep, loud moan that I felt way down in my chest as I jammed my dick deep into Candy's pulsing cunt. From far away I heard her girlish grunts as my soul left my body. I came hard, pumping load after load of cum deep inside her fertile womb. I kept up my rhythm, slower and slowing, stroking my cock with that perfect pussy glove as I worked every drop of semen out of my balls. It was exquisite agony, my overstimulated cock twitching hard and drawing more moans of pleasure from my fuck partner.

Slowly, slowly, I came to a stop with my dick still nestled inside her. I realized I was gripping her hair far too hard and carefully let go, gently petting the back of her head to let her know she was free. She let out a little girly laugh. She was fucking perfect. "Daddy I'm so fulllll."

I groaned, and grabbed some kleenex from the table.

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We spent the twenty minutes before I went to my gate with her naked in my lap in the chair. It turns out Candy's name was actually Brooke, and she was smart as a whip. She laughed when I commented on her bedroom voice. Apparently before she joined up with Ace, she worked as a phone sex worker on an online service. So she had all sorts of dirty fucking shit she knew worked to make guys come quick with her girlish voice.

We chatted about her job, where she was going with her ticket (back along my line of travel, funnily enough, to visit some family in California), and what kind of job she was looking for now that she wasn't a Starbucks employee.

In between taking notes for my associate Shannon, we made out and I brought her to a pair of shuddering orgasms with my fingers between her perfect thighs. When she wasn't being purely performative she was quiet as a mouse, letting out little gasps for me as I made her beautiful eyes roll back in her head.

It was perfect. She was perfect. And when I left her in that pod to clean up and get sorted I did so with a long, lingering kiss.