"We'd like to invite any first class ticket holders and members of our platinum members club to now come forward for boarding." I had arrived at the gate only a few minutes before the voice called out over the PA. I slowly made my way towards the air bridge entrance. It felt very freeing travelling with no bag or anything.
I handed my first class boarding pass over to the short older woman manning the gate. She scanned it and handed it back.
"Enjoy your flight, Mr. Egan."
I certainly planned on it.
I was struck by lightning while walking home and had developed some sort of mind control power where anyone would do whatever I told them. I was currently on a two-week "do whatever I want" world tour. My current plan was to make my way to Los Angeles and fuck Margot Robbie. There was nothing my power could do to speed up the fifteen hour flight I needed to take from New Zealand to America but I was sure I could find something to do to pass the time. strolled past the masses of gathered people waiting to board the flight. It felt good not having to deal with the lines or the waiting. My boarding pass was scanned and I made my way down the air-bridge. There was a smattering of other people that were boarding before and after me. I followed the signs to the particular door and was greeted as I entered the plane.
"Hello, Mr Egan," said a pretty stewardess who took my boarding pass for a look and then directed me to a first class seat very close to where she was standing. I walked over to my seat. It was a little alcove with a full recliner seat and a big screen. I'd always walked past them on the flights I'd taken. There were six first class seats in total, three on each side with two toilets up the front. I was seated in the most rear one on the right hand side of the plane. Behind my seat was a divider to the economy class. I had brought nothing with me so I just slipped into the seat. I knew it would be some time before we were in the air as the rest of the plane boarded.
"Mr Egan. I'm Rosie. Can I get you a drink or anything to make you more comfortable?"
I looked up from my seated position and saw a smiling face looking down at me. She had a round face and was wearing the standard dark navy stewardess outfit. Her blouse and jacket sat on her body in a way that made it clear she had a big pair of tits. Similarly her skirt showed off her skinny waist and curved hips.
"Hi Rosie. I'll have a scotch and coke. Will you be serving me all flight?" I asked.
"Yes. I'm one of the flight attendants for the first class cabin along with my colleague, Robert. I will be right back with that drink."
Rosie turned and left. I looked around to see my fellow first class passengers. Across from me, a middle aged man in a suit had taken a seat and already had a movie playing. In front of him, there was a tall, attractive black woman, dressed in a very professional gray dress. She was really slim. She took up very little of her seat as she sat and looked at her phone. The front-most seat on that side had an older man, reading a newspaper. It was a young couple that were in front of me. They were standing and arranging their bags and items. The man was in sweat pants and a t-shirt and was sitting in the front seat. His partner had on leggings and a baggy tank top that came down to the tops of her legs. She bent over to slide a laptop bag under the seat. Her top rode up and her ass stretched the material of her leggings. I was transfixed. It was a great ass. I couldn't make out any panty line so she was wearing a g-string or maybe nothing at all. I expected I'd be finding out at some point during the flight.
Rosie had returned with my drink. I took it and she smiled and left to attend to the others. I reclined in my seat and took a sip of my scotch and began to fiddle with the screen in front of me.
Eventually, everything that needed to be done was done and the plane began to move. We took off. A deep, male captain's voice told us that we'd be in the air for around 15 hours. We stopped ascending and were given the all clear that we could move around. I stood up and as I rose, I could see over the seat in front of me and got a great view down the top of the passenger in front of me. She had a great cleavage. I decided to get to know my flightmate.
"Hi there. What's your name?" I asked her.
"I'm Erin," she replied. I took a good look at her. Her blond hair was up in a comfortable ponytail. She had pearly white teeth and bright blue eyes. Her skin was immaculate without any blemish or wrinkle on her face.
The question had got the attention of her companion who looked back. I turned to address him, "And you're her boyfriend?"
"I'm her fiance, Tim."
His answer seemed pretty short as though he was looking to end the conversation. I wouldn't be letting him dictate those terms. The armrests on the seats were wide enough that I could lean on Erin's comfortably.
"Tim and Erin, both of you will answer my questions honestly and not speak unless I ask you something." I directed the next bit directly at Erin, "How is your sex life?"
"It's okay. Tim isn't the best lover but he's not the worst."
"Do you blow him often?"
"Ummmm, no. I don't. It's usually only when I'm really horny or I want something."
"Has he fucked you up the ass?" I asked, very matter of factly.
"No. I've never had anal sex."
I'd been enjoying the feeling of fucking women in the ass over the past few days. An idea formed in my mind.
"Erin, as the flight goes on, you'll get more and more obsessed with the idea of me fucking your ass. You'll eventually be so determined that you'll do anything to get me to stick my cock up your ass. You'll get hornier and hornier and the idea will turn you so much that you'll go wild if I haven't fucked your ass by the time we land."
I saw the recognition of the idea taking hold of her. I'd been speaking quietly so only Erin and Tim could hear me but I'd been long enough that I was starting to attract attention. I thought it would just be smoother to address it. I stood up and walked to the front of the first class section. A couple of people glanced up at my unusual behaviour.
