Airplane Fun Ch 02

**Clara**

The girl two rows in front and one column left of Clara moaned. Hard. Clara had had this weird feeling that something was amiss for a while now. First that couple started making out, then the girl jumped on the guy, without caring that the seatbelt sign was on. No one had really done anything, even though the stewardesses had walked past them a few times. And once they had reached cruising altitude, the make-out session stopped, the girl started yelling something, but the guy just walked away. And now this massive moan. *Weird people everywhere huh*, Clara thought. Part of her felt that she should question what she had seen more, but there was *something* that told her that it didn't matter. So she didn't give it much thought, and went back to the show she was watching on her phone.

She could only continue watching for a couple minutes, until she noticed that same man standing next to her. He was carrying a notebook, taking notes, and was saying something to the mother and son pair that Clara had sitting next to her. Clara removed her earphones to see what he wanted, but only caught his last words.

"... don't worry boy, I will take care of your mom. Now go on, go to the back with the rest", the man said. The boy, with a puzzled look on his face, stood out, squeezed through his mom and Clara, and walked to the back of the plane. Clara then noticed that there were already other passengers that had been instructed to move to the back. A few kids. Elderly people. Men of all ages. When Clara peaked her head, she saw that in the rows in front of her only women were seated.

"Why is everyone changing seats?", Clara asked.

The man looked at her with a hungry look. A shiver went through Clara's spine, all her alarms ringing. "Young people these days, always with their earphones, not paying attention". His tone indicated feigned indignation. "I don't like to repeat myself, so here's your punishment."

"Punishment? What?" Clara was confused. She looked to the mother next to her to see if she had any idea what this was about. The woman had a terrified, pale expression on her face. The man tore a sheet of paper from his notebook, grabbed a pen from his pocket, and gave them to Clara.

"Here, while I finish choosing who I am going to have fun with, write down as many sexual fantasies you have ever had as you can. If I like them, we may even make some of them come true!" The man winked at her, creepily.

Confused, Clara reached for the paper and pen. She couldn't even speak further. Her brain was working overtime, recalling the most depraved corners of her memory. Her hands started writing.

*Giving head to the stinky guy that works at the hotdog stand*... *Sleeping with my swimming team coach from high school*... *Double penetration by my twin cousins*... *Having sex with my 64 year old boss because he offered to pay her one million dollars*... *Sixty-nening with my best friend while her boyfriend watches*... *Not being able to wear clothes at work*... *Anal sex with my brother in law*...

There were so many. Some came from her shameful dreams. Some came from her wild hormonal teen years. Some, she had to admit, were things she always wanted to try. But the cascade was non-stop. In only 10 minutes, she had filled the entire sheet. Only then could she stop, her hand hurting, feeling somewhat horny for recalling these fantasies. Only when she looked at the woman next to her, who had been reading her writing with her eyes wide open, did the massive shame come.

"I... I... this is... I don't really..." Clara really had no excuse. She had no idea how the man had done it, but this humiliating list was not a lie. Those had all been genuine fantasies she had had. "Please tell me what's going on...".

"He... he said he didn't want anyone he wouldn't... enjoy... around when his 'fun' started" The woman said. "He sent my son away. He can tell everyone what to do. Like... this uhm... list. I am scared."

Clara examined the woman's face. She was disgusted at the contents of the list, she could tell. She was also terrified. Her eyes showed genuine fear. *Beautiful blue eyes*, a fleeting thought came through her mind. Clara, still in her confused horny state, did a quick glance at the woman. She was in her late forties and a bit curvy, but still kept in shape. She wore a cross pendant. Her breasts were bigger than hers. She smelled nice. *Wait, why am I thinking that. Focus on what's going on*, Clara thought.

But that was a futile effort. Because a second later, another thought popped into her mind. And her hand grabbed the pen once again.

*Oh god, please don't make me write this*. It was inevitable, she knew. "I... I am sorry I don't know how to stop", it was the only thing she could say to her fellow passenger.

In a corner of the paper, she had managed to write: "*FUCKING THE MILF NEXT TO ME IN THE PLANE TOILET*". The mother's expression went to full disgust.

"You are as depraved as that man! This has to be a nightmare. God have mercy on my soul". The woman pushed herself away from Clara, sitting on her son's now empty seat, keeping as much distance as she could. She closed her eyes and started praying.

Clara debated apologizing to her, but she concluded it would lead to nothing. So, she looked around the plane, trying to have a better grasp of what was going on. The scenery had changed. A few rows on the back, some curtains had been setup, separating the plane in two. Behind them, she could faintly hear the man giving instructions to the rest of the passengers. "Nothing that's happening on the front of the plane matters. You are on a regular, uneventful flight. Nothing to remark, nothing to remember". In Clara's view, there were only women. Some still in their original seats, some new faces that must have come from the back of the plane. She noticed that she hadn't been the only one being given some instructions. A couple others were writing their own lists. A young girl who looked 18 or 19 was doing her makeup, her eyes ablaze on the task as if her life depended on looking slutty. Right behind Clara, two friends had a hand in each other's pants. They had their eyes locked on each other. All the female cabin crew members were naked, and where in the front of the plane talking to each other, a helpless look on their faces. Clara heard another moan coming from the girl from before.

"Phew, that took a while!" The man had come from the other site of the curtain. He stood in front of the dozens of women and girls he had gathered, who having just seen a glimpse of his capabilities were all afraid of what they would be made to do. He started walking towards the front, looking into each of the passengers' faces, stopping to collect the sheets of some of them. "You guys have no idea how much of a mood killer it is to have an orgy with little Granny and little Timmy right next to you. This is much better; I only want to see faces that I want to fuck". He leaned on the young girl doing her makeup. He observed her face closely, gently touching her vibrant red lips. "Hmm... you didn't do a bad job."

"... Please sir... you promised... Our deal... I made my face fuckable for you... I... I will suck you off but don't take my virginity please", the girl pleaded. Clara pitied her. She had no doubt that whatever deal the girl was hoping on standing would have little weight on what the man would actually do to her.

"We will see, we will see. We still have 9 hours left!" The man continued walking. He reached Clara's row. "Now, just so we are all on the same page...", he said, while taking Clara's sheet of paper which her body had offered on its own. "... I am the Ruler of this plane. I can do whatever I want, and I have been doing this for years. Don't expect this will be a simple fuck and goodbye. I got bored of picking up hot chicks on the mall ages ago. It got boring. So, I have to get creative or my fun will go stale. I even let the audience chip in once in a while. For instance, let's see if Clara here has any cool ideas!", he said, and started reading Clara's fantasy list out loud. She could hear some gasps at some of them, humiliation rising and rising.

"Wow girl, I have read hundreds of these, but you have some bangers here", the man said. "Oh, I missed this one in the corner. Let's see...". A massive grin went to his face. He started laughing maniacally. "Oh... haahahahah... that's... that's a new record. Never seen a fantasy so recent in these lists. Get a load of this everyone, Clara has written *FUCKING THE MILF NEXT TO ME IN THE PLANE TOILET*! Clara could only look down. She could hear the shock of the passengers, and the mother cursing her. "Well, I am not one to stand in the way of people's dreams. Go on, get to it"

Clara had known this was going to happen the second she had written that fantasy down. And she was sure that her soon to be sexual partner had known too, hence all the resentment she had been sending her way. But that didn't matter. Like a switch, her mind was now focused on a single thing. Getting to the toilet, striping naked and fucking the brains out of the poor mother next to her. She had to. She stood up, not daring to say a word. She gave a sheepish look at the man, but quickly turned her head, and started walking to the front.

"No... NO! NO! NO! I WILL NOT!", the woman had also stood out and followed Clara. She turned her head to see that the woman was walking backwards, yelling at the man, and trying to stop herself by grabbing the plane seats. It was futile, eventually her body won out and she walked another step towards her destiny. But that only seemed to increase her yelling. "NOT WITH A WOMAN! IT'S DISGUSTING! I WILL KILL YOU! GOD WILL PUNISH YOU!". At that point, Clara had reached the toilet door. She stood next to it, looking at the woman struggling to not continue walking. Clara had a plain view of her ass. She couldn't help but stare at it, increasing her lust. It would be hers soon enough. When only two rows remained to slow her down, the woman broke into tears and pleaded. "Please... just... please don't... I will do anything but this..."

At that, the man finally reacted with a small chuckle, as if he had just listened a mildly funny joke. "You know, I have heard those words so many times, and they are rarely true. Ok, I will give you an alternative, you can choose". Clara heard a small cry of victory from the woman. Clara was dismayed to also feel anxiety at the possibility that she would *not* get to fuck her. "Let's see... How about you either make Clara here's dreams come true... or you make every men's dream in the back come true by giving them all a blowjob?"

The woman actually took a minute to consider this. A full minute. *Please... pick the men...*, Clara thought. *Who does this sexy bitch think she is? Just come here and let me fuck you*, Clara also thought. She couldn't deny how offended she was that she was taking this long.

After a long sigh, the woman made up her mind. "... you are a monster", the woman said. And with that, she turned around. She couldn't look at Clara in the face, she just walked in between Clara and the toilet, opened the door, entered and stood there. Clara felt a magnetic pull, and also entered. She closed the door behind her. They were alone, in a cramped space. But the proximity to the woman's body was making Clara incredibly wet.

"You actually considered blowing 50 men instead of me?" Clara had to ask. She started unbuttoning her pants.

"Making love with a woman is... it's an abomination. I hope God forgives me", the woman said, unbuttoning her blouse.

"Making love? Don't make me laugh," Clara said. Her pants were down. She quickly removed her shirt. "I am going to FUCK you".

And with that, she lunged herself at the woman, locking lips with hers. The woman reciprocated, their tongues meeting in a passionate dance. The woman tore Clara's bra apart and jumped to sucking on her nipples. Clara almost came there and then. The woman's wet tongue went from one breast to the other. Clara replied by bringing her hand down the woman's panties. Her pussy was soaking wet. With intensity, Clara started rubbing the woman's clit. For a few seconds, the woman lost the focus on Clara's tits, as she was adjusting to the new pleasure between her legs.

After that, they alternated roles. Clara mauled on the mother's big tits. They made out while playing with each other's pussies. At one point, the woman broke the kiss. Her face was a surprising mix of lust and disgust, something Clara thought impossible.

"Oh God..." The woman said. "I... I just had a thought, and I now have to do it. I... I wondered how your... privates... taste. I didn't mean it...". But it was too late. Clara beamed with excitement. She sat on the toilet seat and spread her legs as open as the tiny restroom would allow. It was enough for the woman to kneel and put her head in between.

She was someone with clearly zero experience in eating pussy, and Clara suspected also on having her pussy eaten. But she made up for it with eagerness. Clara only had needed to give a few pointers, and she quickly reached heavenly bliss. The woman's tongue felt amazing. Clara forgot about everything going on outside. She could only focus on the electricity between her legs. It didn't take long for her to orgasm, one of the best she ever had had.

After Clara came, the woman stood out and gave her a kiss. They embraced; their breasts pressed together. Clara felt the woman's warmth, smelled her sweet aroma.

"Ok... we are done right? We... we can leave?" The woman asked. "I have already sinned enough "

"I think I could leave", Clara said. She found no mental blocks at the idea of opening the door. "But he is still there. I don't want him to have 'fun' with me".

"You are a whore. I read your list; you are almost as depraved as he is. You would love it", the woman had gone back to full hatred and disgust. "You slut wanted to fuck me just by looking at me. You are a disgusting dyke. This is your dirty fantasy"

Something about that last part resonated on Clara's mind. *Yes... that's right. It's OUR fantasy*, the tiny voice in Clara's head said. *And our fantasy ends when you say it ends*. It was clear now. Clara could leave, and chance herself to become that awful man's sex slave. Or she could extend her stay in the toilet and keep herself out of trouble.

"I am sorry, but we are not done", Clara said. If the price to pay was to continue fucking this 'milf' for a few hours... Clara had to admit to herself. It was a price she eagerly would pay. *Maybe she is right, and I am as depraved as that man*. That didn't matter now, because her horniness had quickly risen up again. "I will return the favor. Spread your legs for me" The woman's eyes widened in shock. But she still placed herself on the toilet seat and spread herself.

"Y-you truly are degenerate. When this is done, I'll...". Clara never knew how that sentence would end. The moment her tongue touched her partner's pussy, she started uncontrollably moaning. This further excited Clara. In the end, she figured this was better than the boring show she had been watching. She kept licking.