Author's note: I wanted to include an illustration of what the plane interior was like, but the site admin was apparently concerned there could be some copyright issues with it. Anyways, if you'd want to see what the setting actually looks like, just do Google image search for 'Embraer Legacy 500' ;)
Chapter 3
Inflight Entertainment
Even without opening his eyes, Mark could tell he was on an airplane from the familiar vibrations and monotonous hum of jet engines. He was on his way home; the cab breakdown, the missed flight, the sadistic perverted blonde... it was all just a bad dream. Then why couldn't he remember boarding his flight? Why was his ass hurting so much and why did his throat feel so sore? Why did his arms and wrists feel so uncomfortable?
Oh, fuck!
His hands were cuffed behind his back, he realized.
He had to muster some courage before he could open his eyes; his brain already knew what he would see, but his subconsciousness was trying hard to deny it. No, this definitely wasn't the cabin of a commercial airliner... he recognized the interior of Felicia's Embraer at once. He was laying on the leather sofa covered with a polar blanket. Oh well, at least the plane was in the air -- so the sadistic pilot lady kept her word and was taking him home after subjecting him to her perverse abuses.
Then he saw a tall pretty brunette dressed in turquoise air hostess uniform complemented by a navy-blue silk neckerchief approach him.
"Oh, you are finally awake, sir," she offered him a pleasant smile as she leaned over him. She looked to be in her early twenties. Her beautiful eyes were the color of dark amber. "I am Teresa, your flight attendant. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Teresa
, yes, Felicia mentioned one of her sisters' first name was Teresa. But this young woman appeared to be nothing like her cruel domineering sister, her voice sounded soft and sympathetic. "Where are we?" Mark asked.
"On our way to New York, sir," the beauty replied. "Should be landing at JFK in slightly over three hours."
Thanks God!
Despite all her unpleasant qualities, Felicia Alto actually
did
turn out to be an honest businesswoman, one had to grant her that at least. "I would greatly appreciate if you uncuffed my hands, Miss," he said to the stewardess.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, sir, but I cannot do that," she replied apologetically. "The captain insisted that you should remain cuffed for now, for your own safety. But perhaps you would like a refreshment?"
Right, for my own safety!
He frowned mentally. "A refreshment, hmmm... and how am I supposed drink it with my hands restrained behind my back?"
"Oh, don't you worry about that, sir," the pretty brunette gave him another pleasant smile. "I'll serve it to you in a way that you won't need to use your hands."
"All right, a scotch on the rocks would be nice," Mark smiled back at her.
"I'm sorry, sir, I haven't got that," Teresa replied. "How about some champagne?"
"Yeah, that would be nice too," he agreed.
"Excellent, sir," the girl beamed. "Now, I want you to lie on your back and open your mouth while I prepare you your drink."
What was she planning to do? Just pour the drink into his mouth? The prospect wasn't really very appealing... No, she certainly wouldn't do something like that, she seemed really nice. He did as she told him, even though laying on his back with his hands cuffed behind him as they were turned out to be rather awkward.
He expected the pretty flight attendant would rush to the galley in to fetch his drink, but she seemed to be in no hurry to leave. She was still standing in the aisle beside the sofa. Slowly, she lifted up her uniform skirt and started to pull down her plain navy-blue thong she was wearing underneath.
Fuck, what was she doing?
Yet, Mark couldn't help admiring the view that opened before him; her long shapely legs were covered by smooth dark tan colored stockings (likely with silicon hold-ups, since she wore no garter belt) and ended in plain but elegant navy-blue pumps with moderately high stiletto heels. As her panty went down, he saw her neatly trimmed bush of dark curly pubic hair and her pretty nether lips.
"Like what see, sir?" she grinned at him.
"Uhm, yes, very..." Mark replied confused. "But I thought you were going to fix me a drink?"
"Oh, don't you worry, sir," the woman's grin broadened. "I'm going to fix you a
very
special drink and I'm going to serve it to you in a very,
very
special way." With that, she quickly straddled his chest and cupped his chin in her hand -- to his horror, Mark realized that she had the very same kind of manicure as her sister. "Aren't you excited, sir?" she giggled.
Oh fuck!
Was she planning to do what he was
thinking
she was planning to do?
"All right,
sir
, now I really need you to open your mouth as wide as you can and let me serve you your refreshment," Teresa went on. Mark could now clearly hear the same sadistic streak in the brunette's voice that he remembered all too well from his previous experience with her older sister. "I
do
suggest you try to swallow all of your drink, because if I spill any on your face or shirt, you won't be able to wash it," she giggled again.
"No, please, I don't want a drink anymore!" he pleaded.
"Well, that's too bad for
you
, sir," she chuckled. "Because I really,
really
want to serve you
this
drink and I'm afraid you'll
have
to let me do it, whether you want it or not." She lifted herself from his chest and started positioning her pussy over his face.
"No, please, get off me!" he protested.
"What was
that
, sir?" she said angrily as she dug her sharply filed fingernails into the soft flesh of his cheeks. "Are you
refusing
to comply with the
instructions
of your flight attendant? You have been already briefed by the captain that you were
absolutely required
to follow
all instructions
of the
crew
aboard this aircraft, haven't you?"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'll do everything you tell me," Mark started quickly as he realized that resistance was futile.
"Mmmm... it is good that you've finally decided to be reasonable,
sir,"
Teresa grinned predatorily. "But I'm afraid I must
still
punish you for disobeying my
instructions
." She suddenly lowered her crotch all the way down to his face completely covering his moth and his nose with her pussy.
It didn't actually seem like much of the punishment until Mark suddenly realized that this passionate erotic kiss of her nether lips has completely cut of his supply of fresh air. In panic, he started trashing his head trying to throw Teresa off his face. But it was in vain and only seemed to turn her on. "Ohhh yessss! This feels soooo good, don't stop," she moaned on top of him, giggling. "I bet I could come while smothering you to death with my cunt. Ohhh yesss! But if you actually want me to let you
breathe
, sir, I do suggest you start pleasuring me with your
tongue
."
Realizing how desperate his situation was, he started licking the inside of her hot wet womanhood energetically. "Ohhh yesss, sir, that's very good!" she moaned approvingly. "And since you are finally learning to obey your flight attendant, I gonna let you breathe now." She slightly lifted herself up and he grasped for air eagerly.
"See,
sir
, that wasn't so hard
at all
, was it?" Teresa's voice said from far above. "But we are going to do this again, I'm afraid. Oh yes, I just love punishing disobedient passengers so much, I simply cannot help it. And once I start doing it, I cannot stop till I cum, you see. This is something you must
really
take into consideration before you decide to
disobey
me again,
sir
. So, I'll be punishing you till you
make
me cum and I
do
suggest you put your best effort in it,
slut
! You don't mind me calling you 'slut', do you,
sir
?" she erupted in giggles.
"No, ma'am," he replied. Felicia liked his displays of submission and her younger sister probably would as well. May be this would make her go easy on him.
"That's right,
slut!
You should be calling me 'ma'am' from now on, I like that," she giggled again and rewarded him with an affectionate pet on his cheek. Now I
do
suggest you draw a very deep breath, cuz you won't be getting any air for a while." Mark drew as much air into his lungs as he could. Just in time, as the next instant he was enveloped into another hot smothering kiss of Teresa's wet womanhood again.
She was riding his face for a sometime while verbally abusing him in every possible way imaginable. He was trying to pleasure her with his tongue as if his life depended on it... which seemed to be pretty much the case. She was rewarding him generously with her moans of pleasure, but never seemed to relent till he was on the verge of fainting from the lack of oxygen. Only then would she lift her lusting loins off his abused face for a brief moment, giving him just enough time to draw a breath before resuming tormenting him with redoubled zeal.
Finally, her moans got brisk and irregular as her breath became heavy. "Ohhhhhh yesssssssssss, sluuuut, I am cuuuuuumming! Maaaake meee cuuuum aaaaalll ooooover youuuuur diiiiirty faaaaace!" She cried in ecstasy, firmly gripping his head with her strong hands and pressing his face into her hungry contracting vagina. Her powerful thighs hugged his neck tightly. "Ohhhhhhhh yessssssssss! Thiiiiiis feeeeeeeeels soooooo gooooood!" Mark's air reserves were running alarmingly low, yet the gorgeous brunette stewardess seemed to be completely oblivious of the fact engulfed by her delicious orgasm. With his hands securely cuffed behind his back, his head locked in the iron grip of her tights and hands and his face tightly squashed against her throbbing wet sex, he had no chance of breaking free, nor any way of pleading for her mercy...
"Wake up, slut! Don't you fucking dare to die on me!" Mark was brought back to his senses by burning pain in his cheeks. Theresa was looming over him, slapping him across his face hard. Her voice sounded genuinely concerned.
"Please, stop, it hurts," he moaned weakly.
"Oh, you've got me scared for a moment there, you fucking moron!" she slapped him hard across his face one last time. "
Never
do this to me again!"
"I'm
so sorry
