I was flying United on my way to New York, via LA. I’d splurged this time and flown First Class. I was only going to be there 2 days and nights. So, getting some shut eye on the flight was important. It was my son’s graduation from Princeton University New Jersey. He had been there for four years, studying Law and Finance. I was horribly excited to see him; it had been over six months. Oh, we vid called each other at least two to three times a week; but it is not the same as face to face. I was staying in West Manhattan; one of my favourite global jaunts. There is an Irish bar there that is always loaded with colourful International travellers. When I travel for such a short time, I ignore the position of the sun in the sky and Rock n Roll, until I need sleep. I could write a dozen stories about that place. But I’ll save them for another time. There was only me and another in first class. The Stewardess basically ignored us unless we called her, by pressing the button. We could have anything we wanted; whenever we wanted. The other person was a business man, heading for San Francisco. He worked for one of the big dairy companies. I had a background in dairy; so, we had great conversation. He was in his mid-forties and like me, was single; having divorced years earlier. “Want to share a bottle of red”? “Sure, why not”. I pressed the button. In less than a minute, she graced our presence. A classic sample of airline taxonomy. Blonde hair; tied in a bun. 5 8 and trim. B cup boobs; or maybe C. A bit hard to tell behind the jumper she was wearing. “How can I help”? “Wine list please, honey”. “Go to the menu on your screen. You will easily find it”. I did that. Couldn’t see it. She leant over me, to show me. Her right boob brushed my shoulder. She didn’t withdraw; allowing it to remain. Hmmmm. I wondered how far she went with the personal service? “Did I just see what I thought I saw”? “Yep. She let her boob hang on me”. “Well, well”. By the way, his name was John. The wine was a Hunter Valley Shiraz. Rather nice. “Want some cheese”? “Fuck yes, please” I hit the buzzer again. Out she came. “May we see the cheese list please”? She leans over me again. This time deliberately pushing both boobs against me. I took a risk and felt the back of her leg. She was wearing thigh length stockings. No reaction from her. I gently gripped her thigh, slowly moving my hand northward, until I had hold of her left arse cheek. John’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head, “Here you go. Which platter would you like”? “Cheddar please”. She disappeared. “Holy shit, Adrian. You are a fucking slut”. “Yep. That’s me. What’s wrong with that”? “Nothing I suppose. How do you know what you can get away with”? “Just experience, body language; I guess”. We enjoyed the cheese and finished the bottle. “Why don’t you show me”. “Show you what”? How to actually get her to have sex with you”. “What here”? “Why not. I won’t mind. I like a show”. Hmmm. The wine had relaxed me. I was in a bit of a playful mood. We still had nine hours to go before LA. It was the quiet time when people were supposed to be sleeping. Ok. Why not. I pressed the buzzer again. “Yes Adrian”? “I’ll have a scotch please”. “How do you want it”? “Neat; and get one for yourself. I’d like you to have a drink with me”. “What about you John”? “Bring the bottle”. She returned with a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label; three glasses and an ice bucket. “Golly. I haven’t done this before. Where do I sit”? I slapped my knee. She sat. Hmmm. Nice muscly bum. We drank to America. Her accent was a little southern. “What’s your name? Where are you from”? “I’m Deb. I’m from El Paso”. “Texas, hey. Pity you aren’t from Dallas”. I scoffed. John Laughed. She didn’t get the joke. “How long have you worked for United”? “A little over 9 years”. “Do you enjoy it”? “Oh yes. Especially this crew”. She swigged her scotch, which was loaded with ice. I grabbed a cube and placed it on the back of her neck. “Oooohhhh. That’s freezing”. “Take your sweater off”. “Why”? “You’ll see”. She obeyed. Her top was a short sleeved silky uniform shirt. “I want you to leave your top on; but take your bra off. Can you do that”? She obeyed. Her boobs were C. I grabbed another ice cube; moved my hand under her top and found her nipple. “Aaaahhhhh…. Fuck that’s…… Hmmmmm”. “Take your top off… now”. She stood; “Hang on”. She disappears for a few minutes, then returns; locking the door to first class. “Where’d you go”? “I told my boss I felt unwell and was going to lay down for a few hours”. Smart girl. “Now how about that shirt”. She takes it off. Oh my! Such gorgeous boobs. They were full, with nipples pointing straight outward. John was holding himself watching. “Now Debbie. Listen to me and answer truthfully”. “Ok”. “You realise we are paying customers, right”? “Yes”. “That means you must do exactly as we ask; correct”? “Yes”. “Get all your clothes off now”. She stripped. Shoes. Skirt. Knickers. Stockings. Naked. Shaved pussy. Flat stomach. Athletic body. I would put her at about 35. “Finish your scotch and pour another one for all of us”. She does that. “Debbie”? “Yes”. “Do you know what a Sub is”? “No”. “What about a Dom”? “No”. “Would you like me to explain”? “Yes”. “Sit here”. I hold my knee. She sits. “There’s a thing called BDSM. Have you heard of it”? “No”. “Well. It is a sexual thing. The Dom is in charge. The Sub does everything the Dom says; no matter what. Does that excite you”? She contemplates my question. “I don’t know”. “Would you like to try”? “Yes. I guess”. “Ok. You will be the Sub. I will be the Dom. Ok”? “Ok”. “Before we start; there’s a thing called a safe word. That is a word you say if you want the Dom to stop; if you feel unsafe. Understand”? “Yes”. “Your safe words will be STOP NOW. Ok”? “Yes”. John’s eyes are nearly exploding out of his head. He is swigging from the bottle. “Slave. Kneel”. She kneels. I drop my pants and my jocks. My cock is hard by now. I use him as a paint brush to coat her face and lips. “Open your mouth”. She obeys. I slide him in. “Suck”. She obeys. John has now got his cock out. Not bad. “John”? “Yep”. “Get over here”. He gets up and approaches. “Put your cock in her mouth as well”. “What the fuck, Adrian. It won’t fit”. “We’ll make it fit. Won’t we Deb”? She nods. He pushes the head of his cock at the side of her mouth. “Push John”. He does. “Open your mouth Slave”. She does. He slides in. “Now John. I will thrust in and out. I want you to match my rhythm, but in the opposite. Get it”? He did. We started fucking her mouth in tandem. “Harder John. Faster”. He complies. She is gagging and swallowing. I had my hands on her boobs; rolling her nipples. I could smell her pussy heating up. I pull out. “Keep going John”. I got her in doggie and knelt behind her. Time for a spit roast. But I wanted to taste her first. I dived my mouth between her arse cheeks and started licking and sucking her arse and pussy. Oh, yum. So sweet. This caused her to orgasm. Not huge. But a start. I kept up my vigil; using my right hand to play her clit and my left hand on her left boob and nipple. John was still fucking her throat. “I’m going to come Adrian”. “Then come mate. Fill her throat”. He kept thrusting. I got off my knees and stood behind her; directing my cock to her pussy. It entered easily. I started to pump her. “MMmmmmmm”. John’s body arches and explodes. He fills her throat with his spunk. “Slave. Swallow it all”. She swallows. John collapses on his seat and grabs his scotch, watching us. His cock was still leaking. I fuck her for another ten minutes; enjoying watching her come. Time for something different. I pull out and sit down. She remains kneeling on the floor, waiting for my next order. A good slave. She had taken to the Sub role naturally. “Slave”? “Yes, Master”. “Come here”. She obeys. “Turn around”. I place my hands on her hips and guide her down to my cock. “Slave”? “Yes, Master”. “Place my penis into your arse”. She grabs my cock and guides him to her anus. Again, John is nearly herniating. She positions me. “Now sit on me and take me into your arse”. She tries. No go. Too big. Too small. Not enough lube. Whatever. Maybe she was an anal virgin. “Slave”? “Yes, Master”. “Have you ever had anal sex”? “No, Master”. Ah ha. That explained it. I got up and put her in my seat with her knees back and legs spread. I went to work on her. Pussy, urethral sponge, clit and finally one, then two, then three fingers in her arse. She had loosened nicely. I got into position and penetrated. Yummm. She was so tight. Crap. I wasn’t going to be able hold for long. I started slow fucking her arse. Then increased the tempo. “Slave”? “Yes, Master”. “Touch your clit”. She placed her fingers on herself. “Massage your clit. That’s it”. I wanted to give her a sponge ejaculation. She had been a good sport. I owed her that. While I fucked her arse, I got my fingers into her vag and worked her sponge. It was filling. Good. “Keep wanking, Slave”. “Yessss,,, Masterrrr”. She was getting very, very hot. Her sponge was nearly full. I fucked harder and spiked my fingers in the exact right spot. “AAAAhhhhhhh” She ejaculated everywhere. John couldn’t believe it. “What the fuck was that”?!!! Mine was just below the surface. I kept fucking her arse. She was still rubbing herself. I had taken my fingers out of her pussy. Her sponge could operate on her own now; and she did. Another squirt. This got me over the edge. I pumped my spunk into her arse, thrusting against her like there was no tomorrow. She squirted and came again. We cleaned up. She got dressed. We got dressed. We all reverted back. “Miss”. “Yes Adrian”. Some drinking water if you wouldn’t mind”. She unlocked the door and disappeared. “Fuck me, Adrian. That was unbelievable”. “Yeah, she was cool”. The rest of the flight was uneventful. I got some sleep. When disembarking; the Captain and assistant pilot were standing at the exit. As is customary, I thanked them for a smooth flight. The Captain replied “Thank you Sir. We will take our breaks in first class from now on”. What the fuck?!?!?