Lauren walked onto the plane with no thought, other than to read the forbidden book she'd finally ordered from Amazon. The title,
Black Masters, White Slaves
, nearly burned through the concealing cover she'd bought.
After she broke up with Marco, possibly the world's biggest asshole, she'd started going online, hanging out in BDSM chat rooms, too afraid to do anything. Some of the things she'd seen there, and the men who had talked to her, had made her too hot to believe.
She found her seat in first class; a window seat, in the middle of the widely spaced row of seats. She couldn't wait to start reading. She settled her purse in the little cubby hole above the seats and settled into her plush seat. The cool leather felt sensuous against her warm skin, through her soft dress.
She'd followed her impulse this morning to wear something sexy. The clinging red dress that she wore was too short to be decent, but too long on her slender thighs to be completely whorish. The matching three inch heels accented her bare, sleek legs. The low cut top, with the thin straps showed off her 36b breasts. In the red dress, with her light brown hair flowing down past her shoulders, Lauren's twenty four year old body was a walking invitation to forbidden desires.
Lauren sat down and opened her book. She'd bought the black book cover from Amazon along with the book. It hid the book's cover and the back. The cover showed a well muscled black man, shirtless, standing with his legs apart, with a blonde woman kneeling, her legs spread wide, her eyes on his feet. Just looking at the picture made Lauren want to come.
She settled back getting comfortable, buried in the book, barely noticing the man who sat next to her. Lauren was getting to the first good scene in the book, where the Master trained his slave to take his hard cock in her mouth for the first time, when a deep voice said, "Must be a good book."
"It is," Lauren said, not looking up.
She desperately wanted him to shut up, and let her read. It was a long flight. If she looked up now, and talked to him, she was doomed to conversation for another eight hours.
She was relieved when she saw him, out of the corner of her eye, sit back and rest his head against the back rest.
Lauren crossed her legs, unaware of the way the black man sitting next to her stared at her sleek legs, and her red heels.
The plane began moving away from the gate, then it jerked to a sudden halt with an unexpected bump. The book flew from Lauren's hands, leaving her holding only the cover. She looked around frantically for a moment, before realizing it had landed in the stranger's lap.
He looked at the cover, then stared at her deeply blushing face.
"Good starter book," he said, looking into her eyes. He made no attempt to retrieve the book from between his spread legs, where it had landed.
Lauren looked at him for the first time. His dark skin was smooth, and his lips were full and sensual. His t shirt showed the sleek muscles of his arms. She couldn't help but let her gaze travel down his body, between his legs, to the crotch of his denim jeans. Her book was inches from his cock. There was no way to retrieve the book, without touching his cock.
Lauren swallowed, and tried to sound pissed off. "Give me back my book."
He laughed. "I'm not holding on to it. Go ahead and take it."
She looked at him, feeling her cheeks turn even redder as his eyes moved down her dress, to her hard nipples. The steward was coming their way with a drink tray. If he got to their seats, he would see the book. Lauren didn't think she could stand that.
In a move nearly too fast to follow, he leaned forward and snatched the thin cover from Lauren's hands. Laughing again, he gave her back the book, just as the steward got to their row.
Lauren hid the book, forced to sit on it. The back cover showed the girl with her ass up, and her Master staring down at her.
He settled back, sipping his drink. Lauren stared at him, holding her book cover in one of his big hands.
"Give it back," she said.
He looked at her, and deliberately put the cover where the book had been, settling it even closer to his crotch.
"You answer five questions for me, you get the cover back, deal?"
"Fuck you," Lauren said. "Who do you think you are?"
He chuckled. "I'm your new Master."
Lauren stared at him, open-mouthed. "Give it back or I'll get a crew member over here."
He shrugged. "Go ahead. You get one of them over here, and I'll make sure they see what you're reading."
While the flight attendants went through their takeoff routine, Lauren fought a battle with her rising temper.
She couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing what she was reading. As the plane took off, she sat back in her chair, facing the seat in front of her, refusing to look at him.
Once they were airborne, Nate said, "If you don't answer, you'll be stuck for eight hours, with no book to read. Unless you're gonna read it without the cover?"
"Five questions," she said, through clenched teeth.
"My name's Nate. What's yours?"
"Lauren."
"You ever had black cock, Lauren?"
"I don't have to answer that," she said, turning to face him.
He shrugged. "Suit yourself." Nate sat back in his seat, relaxing, the cover resting between his legs.
Lauren looked between his legs, and thought of simply snatching the cover back, and ending this.
"You do what you're thinking, and I'll hold your pretty little hand there, and make you rub me. I love the feel of a white girl's hand that close to my cock."
"No," Lauren said. "I've never been with a black man."
"Is your pussy shaved?"
Lauren blushed. "Yes."
