"Fuck me!" Janet said in a hushed scream.
Her feet were planted against the wall. Her ass leaned half way on the tiny airport bathroom sink and her back pressed flush against the mirror. Her top was partly unbuttoned exposing the top contours of her brown ample boobs.
She felt like an accordion, she was so squeezed into the absurdly tiny room. Thankfully, she was a very tiny person at five feet tall and only one hundred three pounds. Her underwear was still on though it was in bad shape. And per pants bunched up around her left knee half way off.
"You like my dick, you little fuck whore?" Ty said staring into her big brown eyes. His shirt was still on and his pants were around his ankles. He'd buried his cock into her warm crevice by merely pushing her pink panties to the side.
"Yes, master," she said. "Please keep fucking your little fuck whore, sir."
Janet had worked as a flight attendant for only six months, but she had never seen anyone actually try and fuck in an airplane bathroom before outside of the movies. She jokingly asked a thirty year veteran coworker once if she'd ever heard of it and her response was, "Never in my time."
In fact, Janet had made a conscious decision when she took the job that she would not reciprocate any flirting thrown her way by any passengers. But that day one passenger on a flight to Vegas would cause her to not only break her rule, but to shatter it.
Ten minutes earlier, the captain had just turned off the fasten seat belt sign. Janet offered hot towels to the handful of people in first class. But one guy caught her attention. Ty watched the flight attendant from his seat and had made the decision he was going to cross something off his bucket list with her.
"Hot towel, sir?" Janet said.
"Actually, I need your help," Ty said. "I need you to show me where the restroom is."
"It's just over here," she pointed.
"No," he said. "Not that one. I understand we don't have a full flight in the back?"
"That's correct, sir," she said. "Less than half full today."
"Excellent," he said. "Now, walk me toward a restroom that's as far away from any passengers as there is on this plane."
She thought the request was a bit odd, but something about this guy made her want to please him. She walked him back through the rest of the plane. None of the passengers seemed to notice. The plane was so empty that everyone was too busy enjoying a whole row to themselves to notice a flight attendant walking with a passenger.
When they got to the door of the restroom, Janet assumed she would walk back to first class and get back to work, but Ty had other plans.
"Do you have any STDs?" Ty said. Janet wanted to look at him funny and slap him for asking, but that impulse faded as fast as it came on. Instead, she just wanted to answer him.
"No," she said.
"Good," he said. "Now, you are my little fuck whore. That means, you are becoming incredibly horny. And all you want. All you can possibly think about is getting my cock inside of you."
"Unnghg," was the noise that came out of Janet as her whole body exploded with heat and desire. Suddenly, this young white man became the fuel for her every sexual fantasy. She couldn't think. She could barely breathe. She needed his dick in her right this moment.
"Are you okay?" Ty said feigning ignorance. "Is there something you want?"
"Will...you..." she breathed like she just finished running a mile. "Will you please...fuck me, sir?"
"You will call me master," he said.
"Yes..." She breathed heavy. "Master."
"I might be willing to help out," he said. "But where would we do it? We can't get caught."
"In here," she said.
That had all happened so suddenly. And now, ten minutes after they entered the bathroom Janet found that each thrust of Master's dick inside her felt like pure happiness. She had already cum three times. There had been zero foreplay, but she neither needed or wanted it.
Ty kept ramming her with his cock over and over. The look on her face was a large part of the fun. She clearly couldn't think about anything but him. She only wanted him. The plane could have begun to crash and she would have only cared about getting fucked with his dick until the impact killed them. The power Ty felt over her fueled his sex drive as much or more than anything else.
"I am the best fuck of your life," Ty said. "You will never have sex this good ever again in your life. You'll think of me no matter who else fucks you and you'll always wish they were me."
"Yes, Master."
He kept pumping her hard and fast with every inch of himself. Every single part of Janet felt like it was on fire with a flame of pure pleasure.
"That's right, you dirty slut," he snapped. "Tell me what you're good for."
"I'm...just...good for fucking, Master," she managed to say. "I'm your dirty little whore and I need your cock more than anything."
The look Janet gave as she degraded herself with words pushed Ty's orgasm over the edge. Since he'd first been given his mind control powers two months ago Ty noticed it took him longer and longer to cum the more women he fucked. But it was time now.
"Goddamnit!" Ty yelled as he filled her snatch with semen. "Fuck... Fuck... Christ."
He remained mostly still as the last of his cum spurted out. He took in a deep breath and exhaled it out before pulling his pants back up. Janet was still feeling aftershock orgasms.
"Are you currently taking birth control?" Ty said somewhat coldly. It took nearly ten seconds of breathing before Janet composed herself enough to respond.
"No," she said. Haven't taken it in a while."
Ty winced. He had been lucky. Most of the women he'd fucked were already regularly taking birth control, so it didn't matter. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill and stuck it in Janet's large cleavage.
"Next chance you get, go to a drug store and get a morning after pill," he said. "Now, wait a few minutes til I leave before you walk out of this bathroom."
It felt strange for him to easily part with $100, but he had the money. Ever since he'd been promoted at work, Ty made a lot more than he'd ever made in the past. And if his plan went accordingly, that $100 bill would soon seem as easy to part with as a $1 bill.
He walked out of the restroom and took his seat in first class. The rest of the flight, Janet would smile at him every chance she got. He leaned back and smiled. Ty couldn't wait to get to Vegas.
Later that day, Ty stood on the casino floor at the Luxor hotel on the Vegas strip. His plan was simple: find single women who also happen to be very rich. He'd never been to Vegas before and only picked the Luxor randomly. He had no idea which hotel would be best for scouting so he figured he'd start there and just work his way down the strip until he found what he was looking for.
As he maneuvered around the casino he saw all the Vegas stereotypes: elderly people feeding slot machines in eerie silence, a group of college frat boys desperately trying to win at blackjack while also hitting on the dealer and a group of thirty somethings screaming in joy at the craps table.
After a few minutes, Ty almost gave up and left for another casino until he noticed a woman in her fifties sitting alone at a $100 minimum blackjack table. The dealer - an older small bald man - couldn't have looked less interested. The lady wore a modest blue blouse and khaki pants. She didn't look like a woman with a lot of money, but she most likely had to have some considering how much she dropped on each hand she played.
Ty stood next to the table for a moment and watched. The dealer dealt her a king and an eight. He dealt himself a ten. The lady thought about it for a moment.
"Hit me," she said. The dealer tried not to roll his eyes as he dealt her a five.
"Player busts," he said scooping her cards back up.
"Bold move," Ty said. The woman turned to notice him for the first time.
