My hands shook as I pressed the keys on my cell phone, writing back angrily to Dave. Not this time! I swore to myself, cursing under my breath as I walked towards the bathroom. After reading the text I had told my husband I needed to pee, and he reminded me to hurry since our plane was boarding soon. Not this time! I repeated to myself again, blinking away tears of impotence and frustration.
It had all started with something so simple; a mistake made out of a desire to keep Dave happy with our "arrangement" and prevent him from becoming upset and carrying out his threats to expose his pictures and videos of my sucking his cock to the world. Thinking only to let him know I wouldn't be available for two weeks, I had told Dave about my vacation plans with hubby; that we were planning on leaving for Cuba in January. Foolishly, I even gave him our travel itinerary, so that he wouldn't think I was lying to him to get out of my "duties" for a few weeks. At the time, he seemed to take it all in stride, but suddenly two weeks later I found myself at the airport answering a text message of an appalling nature. I gritted my teeth as I pushed my way into the bathroom stall, sitting down while I waited for his response.
"I'm not doing this." I reassured myself quietly in the bathroom stall. "I'm not!"
My phone vibrated loudly, echoing in the enclosed space. I took a deep breath and opened the message.
"I'm coming in to the bathroom now." It read.
I nearly fell of the toilet in surprise as I read the message. What!?!? No, he can't be... my internal monologue was cut short as I heard the main bathroom door swing open, followed by sharp footsteps on the cold tile floor. I held my breath, hoping against hope that it was anyone else but Dave. A sharp knock on the stall door sank that hope to the bottom of an abyss as I heard Dave's confident voice follow it.
"We're alone in here, Lucia. Open the door."
"My husband is right out there waiting..." I began, before being cut short by Dave's immediate rebuttal.
"I placed a cleaning in progress sign by the door. We won't be disturbed."
I bit my lip, fighting back tears. "Dave, I just want to get on my flight..."
"And you will." he assured me. "The sooner you open this door, the sooner you can go and join your husband for your vacation."
Responding to my silent pause, he went on, his voice oozing charm. "I promise I'll be quick, and I won't make a mess. Just open the door."
My will to resist crumbled. I reached out and unlocked the door, pulling my hand back as it swung inwards to reveal Dave, grinning ear to ear as he stared down at me.
"Hello you beautiful cocksucker." he said, eyes alight with mischief and excitement. "Open wide."
Like some kind of blowjob automaton, I complied, resigned yet again to Dave's insistent demands on my mouth. Unlike the previous encounters, I found myself not at all aroused, and instead simply nervous and impatient to get things over with. Ten minutes and I can be on the plane with my husband. I thought to myself. Ten minutes of cocksucking and I can be on my way.
In an instant I found Dave's flaccid cock between my lips, the familiar scent of his manhood filling my nostrils. On autopilot, I busied my hands in pulling his pants gently to his ankles, and then tickling his balls as I felt his shaft begin to stiffen. I used my tongue to tease him as he hardened, and once he was firm enough I bobbed my head gently creating friction to help him grow still more. In moments he was rock hard, his dick filling my mouth and pressuring the entrance of my throat. I gagged softly, and swallowed the resulting saliva to prevent it dripping on my flowered sun dress.
