Mile High Club

"Hey, Andy?"

"Hm?" I turned to my best friend. He was so tall and beautiful. I loved how his sleepy-boy hair was always just messy enough to drive me wild. We were seated next to each other on an airplane, with him by the window, me seated next to him, and his mom on my other side near the aisle.

"I know you just broke up with your boyfriend, and it's a bit soon and all..." Marky said softly. I smiled patiently and fixed my bra, having no idea where this was going. "But would you maybe want to play with me a little bit before we don't see each other for a whole semester?"

I looked down, toward Marky's dick. I'd heard from many satisfied friends that it was big, thick, and gorgeous. "Um. You mean...?" Marky smiled and nodded. "Hm," I stared down at the long tunnel in his joggers while the stunning lightskinned man waited patiently for my decision.

"Here on the plane?" I looked over to his mother. She was hunched over, leaning away from us in her blanket, rattling and snoring.

"Absolutely," Marky said softly, and an old kink of mine started to resurface. I glanced between the seats in front of us, and in the gap between and behind us. I checked for air stewardesses, then pulled a hairband from my wrist and started putting my hair up.

"Okay, but only head," I said urgently, and Marky started untying his pants immediately. We both knew this meant we could never be friends again, and though we certainly loved each other, this had been way too long coming.

"You're gonna love the taste of me so much more than that little fucker's," Marky said coldly, and I paused with my hands on my unfinished ponytail. Now I knew what this was about.

You see, Marky and I went way back, but only knew each other because of a third best friend we both grew up with. I won't tell you his name because I'm still painfully in love with him, but he and Marky were best friends from the crib to Pre-K, while I was best friends with this mystery guy from when he moved from Marky's neighborhood into mine during Pre-K until middle school. In middle school, with all three of us attending together, we became the three amigos, closer than anyone. The three musketeers, no matter what genders. That is, until high school, when my unnamed ex and I fell in love, and Marky stayed close to us, but never saw either of us quite as often anymore, as we spent most available moments all wrapped up and kissy, enamored with each other.

Now I was 4 hours into a breakup via text with my ex, sent at the end of a vacation with Marky's family to help get my mind off his toxic, manipulative behavior. He hadn't cheated or anything, just tried to control and belittle me one too many times. It was all over a slutty swimsuit I'd worn to an all-girls pool party. I looked like a lil snack, but even though it was just for the girlies, he'd seen a picture of my girlypop's hot dad barbecuing for us in the background while I was dressed in like, nothing, and flipped his whole shit at DEFCON 10,000.

Anyways, now Marky was trying to make something of the past 8-10 years of sexual tension between him and me, and though I was already soaking through my panties just smelling him while thinking about suckling that thick, epic man-pillar, I wasn't sure how I felt about Marky referring to our shared ex-best friend and the man I still very much loved as "that fucker".

"C'mon, I defended that guy's unacceptable behavior for years," Marky said low and angry. "I deserve to call him that much at the very least."

"Hm," I said softly. Marky rolled his eyes, playing with me.

"Are we really gonna do this?" he asked me incredulously.

"Do what?" I asked him point-blank as I slowly finished tying my hairband.

He lowered his 6'3 gaze at me from on high, and I blinked expectantly up at him.

Marky sighed and shook his head.

"Are we really gonna act like we don't both know he has a reeeeal tiny dick, and you're dying to taste me?"

I flinched slightly.

"What the fuck, Marky?" I said in whispers, my pussy oddly aching and receptive to his cocky behavior. It was unprecedented between us.

Marky pulled a free blanket over himself and leaned away, onto the wall on the other side of him. "I'm going to sleep," he smirked and ignored me. "If you want what you want, you know just where to find it," Marky said indifferently, and he manspreaded his untied joggers apart.

I scoffed, eyes wide, and looked over at Marky's snoozing mother. Did she know he was like this? I looked back at Marky. He was adjusting and snuggling his smug little head against a dainty pillow, a confident smirk I had never seen smeared all over his sexy fucking face as he dared me.

Was our shared bestie all that was keeping this side of Marky away from me? I crossed my arms as I tried to tell myself I was not DEEPLY turned on by the thought of sucking his fat dick under his blanket, submitted to his cocky asshole behavior, while strangers and his family walked down the aisle or slept slightly touching my forearm.

"If I--"

"Shhhhhh," Marky said, and my eyes grew wide with anger. "Suck my dick, or just go to sleep or something," he smiled infuriatingly, his eyes never bothering to open and acknowledge me.

"You little asshole," I said, and I had to hear my smile in my voice to realize I was wearing it.

"I think you should do it," a gentle old voice came from behind me. I whipped and craned my upper body around Marky's mom. There was an elderly woman crocheting rapidly just across the aisle. Her flesh-colored hearing aid was large, wrapped around her wide ear, and apparently very powerful. She looked only at her little string project while she spoke to me.

"What's that, dear?" her husband said from next to her, raising his sleep mask and opening one eye so that he could hear her.

"Oh, nothing, Winston," she patted his knee, and he smacked his lips as he leaned back in his chair, out of sight and away from me.

"Just saying that his lovely young lady should woman up and pop her dear friend's cock in her sucker," the old lady explained, and I gaped at her. "You do only live once, you know, dearie," she smiled as she flicked her fingers around and about her creation. She paused and looked up at me. "And your friend is so attractive, I'd divorce my husband right here on this aircraft for just one," she smack-smacked her gums grossly and exaggeratedly, "Little taste of that fat sausage."

"Oh, Judith, would you just contain yourself?" Her husband said from under his sleep mask, smiling. "That boy could have any young whore on this aircraft--"

"Winston!" she smacked his leg.

"But he's going to settle for your dentured piehole?!" Judith whack-a-moled Winston in the balls, and he only chuckled. "Years of desensitization," he said, and I smirked as the two kissed and she apologetically fondled him.

"Later, dear... later," he said patiently, and they leaned their heads on each other.

I turned back to Marky. I chuckled as he pretended to snore like his mother, his own sleep mask on now. He looked so comfy and hilarious. I realized I loved that boy, and I reached for the blanket, but hesitated. I still loved his best friend, too. My best friend.

My ex was right to worry about me dressed like a whore on that girls night. I did kiss my friend's dad on the lips, but only as a joke. And the girlies tore, pinched, and reached under my little black bikini the whole night through, but we barely did more than make out and finger each other. I didn't even watch when the other girlies all slipped downstairs and took turns sucking and fucking our friend's daddy. But now I wished that I had, even before my ex's behavior went nasty. Sex is fun. Especially when shared with your best friends.

I turned and looked at Marky, and sighed as I imagined sitting on his sweet face.

"Don't get a girlfriend and forget all about me in college, okay?" I said somberly.

"Forget all about you?" Marky asked somewhat incredulously. "Well, if you did suck my dick on an airplane... Forgetting that shit might be impossible," Marky smirked, and I had to as well. I was already adjusting to this more brazen, hotheaded, horny version of my bestie.

"Hmm," I said softly. "But what if my... epic guzzling, gagging, choking and sllllllurping wake up your dear mother?" I asked, and Marky lifted his sleep mask to peek and frown at me. I covered my mouth as I laughed at him, and Marky put his mask back down and ignored me as I curled over and lifted his blanket to hide my head in his lap and pull down his joggers' waist by the drawstrings. Marky didn't move or say anything. I breathed in deep in the dark of the blanket, savoring the manly smell of his dick and ball sweat.

"Mm," I said softly. I was going to take my time and enjoy every part of this. Marky put an arm around me as my hand fished in and under his pants and his underwear. I found something warm, thick, and solid as an eggplant, and I gripped it softly. Marky didn't move, moan, or react, so I squeezed it and removed it from his pants slowly.

"Enjoy your dinner, darling," Judith said, and she cleared her throat. I laughed into the tip of Marky's fat dick like a super-sized microphone, then swallowed his tasty head slowly, closing my eyes and savoring this moment when our platonic friendship officially ended.

"Mm," I moaned gently, enjoying how much I had to widen my mouth just to receive the end of him. He was so right. My ex was nothing. What was I ever doing with him? I smiled, licking around the ridge of Marky's cock as I imagined describing my sins to my ex in detail if ever we got back together again. We wouldn't; he had seriously fucked up and was nothing to me now but someone I used to know, but the sadistic fantasy made my thighs clench and my pussy start leaking as I heard my manipulative, passive-aggressive explanation plead with my ex to understand, though a smirk I imagined having to fight to keep down the whole time.

I'm so sorry, baby. When we were on the plane, he like, dared me, and I had to know if he was serious about the size thing. I didn't think it would matter, but while I licked and sucked all over his big, thick dick, and he smelled and tasted so natural cause it was a long flight and he really needed a shower, and...

In my fantasy, my ex tried to talk over me then, closing his eyes in annoyance and pretending like he hadn't heard all those dirty details as he told me it was the past, and we were just going to move forward.

"Mm," I moaned enjoyably into the side of Marky's big pussy pleaser as my mind started to race with filthy acts I could commit on this flight to ensure a lifetime's worth of memories to pull on and bring up with my ex if he wormed his way back into my life and convinced me to marry him. I had only ever slept with him, so I needed to make the most of this opportunity.

Well, him and that one kid from high school I gave a blowie under the bleachers when we were on a break in our first year.

Well... I mean, them and that one stud at the amusement park I jumped on in the Ferris wheel because he told me I was so pretty, he couldn't think. But my ex and I weren't really official then. I think.

Well. But then there was that one party where I got verrrrry drunk, and what happened with my ex's brother happened. Once or twice. Maybe three times, but I don't really count what I can't fully remember.

Oh, but wait. The truth or dare game at camp with my girlies can't possibly count... can it? We were all 18 already, and there was only the one boy, but we did all do things with him...

Oh my god, wait a minute. I might be a slut. That was slutty behavior, wasn't it? Wasn't this...?

I crammed Marky into my mouth without even thinking, and that fully confirmed it. I was a slut, and my beloved ex knew it, and that's why he threw his little tantrum. His brother had bragged to his face about fucking me, if I recall correctly. And then I still slept with him again, however inebriatedly.

Oh, my goodness. No wonder Marky knew I would take him up on this offer.

I'm a fucking slut!

I wrestled with this realization as I pumped bestie man flesh down into my esophagus instead of indulging silly trifling wants like breathing in oxygen.

Nothing wrong with it, dearie, I heard Judith's voice in my head like the exact opposite of a conscience. We all have our appetites. It's okay to be... hungry...

I moaned and carried on stuffing Marky down my throat as I recalled my girlypops' deepthroating advice, gagged, and swallowed... just like with actual food. Marky was almost all the way hard, but luckily his ignoring me and pretending like this wasn't happening kept him just malleable enough that I felt his cock bend and crash down my throat and actually fit most of the way down toward my stomach.

I was so happy to be getting deepthroat experience again after an age with my tiny-dick ex, and having this giant skin pole so far inside my esophagus was really turning me the fuck on. Especially because we were surrounded by people and could have gotten in serious trouble if any of them but Judith and Winston managed to notice us.

I held still a moment, unable to breathe, but able to hold my breath for a long time. I swallowed a bit painfully further, and my nose landed in Marky's soft pubes and my chin rested on his big sack while I held there. I waited for him to moan, chuckle, or say something to express how impressed he was that I had managed to swallow something so goliath and deadly to a girl with a small mouth and throat like mine were, but Marky continued to fully ignore me like my head game was typical, sub-par or uninteresting.

I pulled inch after inch after inch of his fat dick up out of my throat, and I coughed and gagged as quietly as I could, getting annoyed with Marky for not acknowledging how epic that feat was. He patted my head softly from outside the blanket, and anger began to surge in my veins. Spit hung pathetically from my bottom lip to his oozing cock tip, and I felt like his obedient little bitch as he pretentiously touched my head like that. Why was I doing this again? This fucker was infuriating. Marky pushed my head back down, and I instinctively swallowed half of his fat dick again before I remembered that I was so pissed off with him.

"Theeeeeere's a good girl," I heard his insufferable smile within his voice. "Shhhhhhh just shut up and suck it." I channeled all my anger and did what I was told, unable to deny how delicious his dick was and how pathetic I really was putting up with his demeaning behavior.

"He never did know how to put you in your place, but I've got you now..." Marky badmouthed my ex again, and I got wetter. Next came a comment about my ex's intelligence, and suddenly I wanted Marky's lips by my ear as he uninterestedly fucked me and called my ex every name in his vocabulary. I had found a new kink, and it was an instant favorite. I had given so much time and love to my ex, spiting him with my sex acts with others was sure to be a lifelong source of arousal. Of hate-fucking orgasms.

I sucked Marky until he exploded a giant, messy river of thick semen into my mouth so big that I choked on it and milky white exploded through my nostrils and back onto his cock under the blanket. Marky laughed so hard, it woke his mother and a few other passengers, and the deep, wet, throaty cum phlegm they heard moving with each cough gave away what we were doing, but no one said anything, so I stayed in the blanket and licked Marky clean, then got started on round two.

When Marky's mom got up to use the bathroom, Marky started shoving me to my feet, and by then I was tired from sucking for hours, so I followed his urgent orders and he stuffed me into a pee-smelling plane lavatory.

"Welcome to the mile high club, the giant man said from 10,000 miles above me. I was cock-drunk, dizzy from oxygen deprivation, half awake, and very wobbly as he unbuckled my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles with my insanely soaked panties.

Cum-matted face stuffed into the mirror, I groaned dreamily, liking how messy my sleepy babygirl hair looked as Marky half squatted in the air, lifted me on my tippy toes, and bent me over the tiny sink enough to start shoving his massive light brown dick up into me without asking. It hurt, and I groaned at him, but Marky entirely ignored me. He slammed into my cervix in seconds, and I gripped the edge of the nasty wet sink tightly, delicious tight tingles exploding in my body.

"Stop it," I whined, clearly not meaning it.

Marky fixed his glasses and entirely ignored me. He pulled back far and thrusted in mercilessly like he knew I could take it. My body jolted hard, my face smacking the mirror in an oddly hot way, but I took it, along with another crashing wave of pleasure. His dick was the biggest I'd ever had, but not by too much. Truth or dare boy from camp had a huge, black chode of a dicky, and I had spent a lot of time up on it, so I was prepared for this mentally, at the very least. My pussy was out of practice being properly pounded, but I sighed and let her take her beating with honor. She was mad, but adjusted quickly, and I felt the gape deliciously widening to accommodate Marky's demon.

I liked being reshaped between my legs. I liked that if my ex was outside this door, waiting for his turn to tag-in on his slutty ex-lover, I wouldn't even barely feel him when he entered me. I smiled, knowing he'd never be allowed inside me again. Maybe I'd suck his dick and call it cute cause I missed the flavor, but he'd only get to finger me to porn or eat me out while I thought of Marky cumming recklessly inside me.

My ex was cut off from fucking me FOREVER. Now, I had standards. And if my ex wanted to fool around after I ghosted him for a year or two, he'd have to hear about how much better Marky is constantly.

I started cumming while I pictured my ex's face when I described this encounter. Marky stuck a spitty finger in my ass from behind, and I elbowed him hard as fuck, but sure enough, let him violate my tight asshole. I let him violate everything. He reached under my hoodie and pinched my nipples hard as fuck, stuffed his slimy, hot tongue in my ear, which pissed me off quickly, and pulled my hair and choked me, each little action just rougher than he could tell I would be into. I loved him for pushing me. I loved all of it. I loved being his dehumanized, submissive little plaything.

Marky came again, then wiped his dick with some paper towels and left without saying a word to me. I was still huffing for an age after he left the lavatory. I figured it was best to stagger out exits, but as I played with his semen as it leaked down into my underwear, still standing with them and my pants down at my ankles, a stranger opened the lavatory door, and I realized I had forgotten to re-lock it behind Marky.

"Uh, hello," a 30-something accountant or lawyer or something in a nice suit said as he stared at my messy sleepyhead ass with my fingers still on my pussy.

"Hm," I said, a million miles away, sore, and half-conscious. "Hi."

The man was bald and scruffy, but in an oddly appealing kind of way. His eyes were patient, and his expression curious as he stood very still in the lavatory doorway. I think he was stuck between deciding to leave like a gentleman and his intrusive thoughts that said, If she still hasn't asked you to leave by now, she might be a little whore and wanting you to fuck her.

I sighed as the fit, tall-ish man's eyes patiently watched me.

"Alright," I said indifferently, and the man slipped into the lavatory with me before I had finished the first syllable. He kissed me, and I realized he had no idea I'd just been sucking Marky. I wrapped my arms around his neck, too weak to stop his forceful tongue from exploring my mouth and its naughty flavors, so I closed my eyes and pretended I wasn't being as entirely disgusting as I was to him. He cautiously reached between my legs and started to finger Marky's cum deeper up into me, and I let him. He withdrew them after a few minutes and put his slimy middle and ring fingers into his mouth for a taste, and I let him.

"Mm," he said. "Creamy." I kissed him, tasting Marky's cum on his breath, and he started to lift me effortlessly by my thighs up in front of him. The stranger unbuckled himself, and I sighed, knowing there was no way he was about to put on a condom, as he aimed his upwardly-curved dick at my pussy hole and lowered me on it without asking.

His dick fit me so much more politely. He was so calm and level, reminding me of my ex on a good day, if my ex was twice as aged and wise and intelligent and had some big dick energy to go along with an actually big dick.

I let the older man raise and lower me on his cock, making Marky's cum into a big mess all over his bare genitals. It was easy not to think about that as I became a lil pocket pussy for this studly stranger.

"Can I cum in you?" he asked, and I frowned at him.

"No," I said and made him put me down. "It's been like five minutes," I rolled my eyes at him. I turned around and stood high on my tippy toes again to offer the hot older man my tight lil butthole. He smiled incredulously, but seemed delighted to press the tip of his pink dick into my asshole and enter into me slowly.

I moaned and closed my eyes, so glad I could actually feel this stretch. It was like deeply satisfying poop, unlike whatever my ex-boyfriend's string bean thought he was doing when he briefly slipping it in back there and creamed in 15 seconds from sheer manic excitement.

My quip at the fit, suited stranger incited a challenge in him, and he took ages in fucking my asshole, making me quiver and roil in deep pleasure. I leaned back and kissed the nameless older man like a familiar lover.

"God, that feels fantastic," I said, and he smiled. He loved making me feel good. He fucked my ass hard and rough, and I yelped and groaned, only making him want to pleasure me deeper. When he came, he gasped directly into my ear from behind, and I groaned in arousal. I felt it. I felt his jizz shoot out hard up inside me. It was so sexy to know it was back there where it didn't belong, and that each of my favorite orifices had a different man's raw spunk inside them.

The stranger grabbed my hair and made me kiss him a lot more, like we knew each other or something. I really liked it, but when he started to clean up and dress in preperation to leave, I noticed a wedding band on his left hand, and his eyes fell away from mine.

"I guess that you won't be taking my number," I said, more disappointed than I'd expected.

"No," he said low and shamefully, his eyes falling away from mine, and I oddly liked it.

He left without another word, and this time, I cleaned myself up quickly and left right after him, ignoring who saw us and how wet and sticky my orifices were as I walked back to my assigned seat between Marky and his mother. Both were fully knocked the fuck out, and yelling at them and shaking them did nothing. Marky's mom was too wide to slip by, and when I went searching for any other available seat and found one on of the far side of the 30-something stranger who'd just cum in my asshole, he put on his headphones and entirely ignored me.

I sighed, gently fuming, and went to the cockpit to bother a stewardess with my unique problem.

"Uhm... we can't find you a seat this close to landing, but if you really don't want us to wake them, you could sit in the jump seat if you promise not to distract the pilots."

A smile bloomed on my face gradually as I recalled kid me crying her eyes out that she wasn't allowed to visit or ride in the cockpit the first time I had gotten onto an airplane.

"Could I really?"

"Yeah!" the sweet, tiny Indian stewardess said, and left to go to tell the pilots. She had this warm caramel smile I just wanted to kiss and tell her it was adorable.

The stewardess got permission for everything, and the pilots gave me clear instructions not to move or talk or be annoying, then immediately started asking me in-depth life questions that took minutes each to answer.

"And your ex still thinks you two are just friends, not fucking?" The copilot asked to clarify.

"Yeah," I smiled both sadly and proudly. "But after the mile high club, another guy came in before I could get back to the seat," I said softly. The pilots turned and gaped at each other.

"No-ho-ho-way!" one squealed, and they both burst out laughing. "Did you sleep with him too? In the same lav?"

"Yeah," I admitted, and I fiddled with my hands and felt semen leaking out of my butthole. I let it. "I think I got my best friend's cum all over him, too. I might be a serious problem."

"OOOOOOH," the captain screamed, and the three of us laughed all together. "Andy, you're a whore!"

The word hit my chest hard, and I flashed back to a lot of girls spreading rumors about me and ruining a lot of meaningful friendships.

"I guess that's what they call me," I said solemnly, but neither pilot noticed. They were too busy laughing. "I guess that's what I became," I said out loud, and realized my behavior became like this because I had realized ages ago that if all anyone was going to think of me was a whore while I still was a virgin, I might as well be the little whore of their nightmares, only worse. I didn't follow through too well, but I still think that mental process and the decision changed had me.

"Sorry if I ruin your seat," I said, and the pilots glanced back, and saw dark spots of moisture forming and spreading between my legs.

"You let the stranger hit it raw?" one asked, and I nodded.

"Wait, in your butt?" he asked curiously, and again, I nodded. "Huh."

"Did you like it?" the copilot asked, looking back at me.

"Well, yes, I loved it."

The copilot looked me over. "I've been trying to try anal for years," he said, eyes sticky to my expression. I didn't like where this was going. "My wife is adamantly opposed, so she gave me a hall pass for bootyhole sex only," the middle-aged, dad bod stranger said back at me with a funny tone lacing every word. He sounded like he wanted something from me. Like he already knew he was going to get it.

"Okay."

"Oh, don't be coy with me. C'mon, let's talk about it."

I sighed, looking up at the lit-up buttons and dials all over the ceiling. "About what? Us doing anal?" I was losing patience for these older white men. The last one left me feeling pretty damn shitty.

"Well... yeah! I mean, I could pay for it."

I froze. Money always got my pussy oddly tingly. I had wanted to be a prostitute when I grew up for ages longer than I should ever admit, even before the whore rumors and my mental slutification, but I'd never considered it could actually be safe, fun, or realistic. Not really.

"Um. For... now?" I half-stuttered.

"Yeah, now! In the, uh... COCK... pit," the man turned to his buddy, then burst out laughing. The captain gave a polite chuckle, and otherwise ignored him.

"I got $400 cash right here and now on me," the wild copilot said, reached a hand into his pants pocket, and licked a finger to thumb it out of his wallet and hold up four benjis to show me and wag enticingly.

"For a good 20 minutes, and permission to creampie and call you bad names, even video, if you're comfortable. I could send it to you."

My face scrunched automatically as this out-of-shape married dad offered to send me a video of him fucking my ass in an airplane, but the idea was somehow undeniably and deeply enticing. It took a few more minutes for me to agree. I had never earned so much money for so doing little. I was going into college, though, and I really needed it. The way the crisp bills wagged around kind of hypnotized me. The copilot's hand danced with them carelessly, like they meant nothing. I'd grown up with barely just enough, and it made me kind of mad that this moron had so much money.

I snatched the cash after agreeing and unbuckling, and he unbuckled too, and soon, my nasty, messy, crusting panties were back down and this old, sordid stranger was gaping at the mess matted between my ass cheeks and leaking from my pussy.

"Can I eat it?" his mouth watered.

"Ew," was all I said, hands on the back wall as I bent over with the gross dad behind me. But I didn't stop him.

"Mmmm, fuuuck," he groaned and slurped, his stubble burning my sensitive asshole as he licked another man's semen all up and over from it. Then my pussy lips.

"You are FUCKING disgusting," the captain said violently, and the copilot and I froze. The chill, jokester boss seemed to have left, and the man was genuinely angry.

"Jeez, chill, Ralph. I'm just..."

"Just shut up and finish fucking that whore, then get your ass planted back here. I need to piss."

That wasn't true, I could tell somehow. The copilot seemed genuinely hurt by Captain Ralph's actions, but solemnly stuffed his face back in my asshole. My anger picked up. Why was he hating on his gross, kinky friend? A second ago, they were both reveling in my disgusting behavior.

I didn't like how the energy had shifted, but I felt so bad for the copilot, I stopped judging his preference to lick an anonymous man's spunk from my asshole. I pushed more out and onto his tongue as per his request, and soon, he was grunting and shoving himself up my asshole with his average-sized dicky. It felt nice, but I really just wanted to leave by then. Captain Ralph didn't say anything else, but I could feel his unwarranted hatred seething as he flew us. I became suddenly afraid he was going to spite the both of us by crashing the plane on purpose, and wanted the copilot to finish and nut in me faster so this exchange could already be over.

"Thanks," the copilot said solemnly a few minutes later when he had cum in me. Maybe five or six since we had started. I felt so bad he hadn't gotten his money's worth. My ass was still in his lap as we stood, and his dick was still up inside my ass nicely.

"Hey, wait," I whispered before he pulled out, then I felt obligated to kiss him. "Thanks for being a gentleman," I whispered into his lips, and he smiled politely, but very sadly. He pulled out of my butt, dressed himself, and we both sat back down.

"I think your new boyfriend is probably awake," Captain Ralph said coldly, and I shot up immediately, fueled by anger. The sun was finally peeking out from the horizon in the windshield, and it looked truly gorgeous, but I was so livid with that grumpy captain, I left and slammed the cockpit door and power-walked back to my seat under a black storm cloud. I shoved mama Marky until she sleepwalked her fat ass out of my way, then I crashed back down next to Marky and pulled his big, long arm over me and I snuggled him.

"Hm. That took a long time," Marky said in a very sexy, deep, sleepy man voice.

"Yeah, well..." I said, trying to disseminate my anger so as to not take it out on Marky. Marky smiled and kissed my head as I snuggled more tightly into him, feeling the scruffy stranger and the copilot's mixed sperm leak out of my ass and gently down my right ass cheek.

"You left me alone," I smiled mischievously.

Marky slapped my sticky ass, and I purred like a kitten as I breathed in the smell of him.

"Get used to it," he taunted, reminding me that he had many, many hoes and as such, little time for any of them. I wrapped both arms around his body and imagined being a subservient side piece to help him get pussy and sit quietly off to the side when he got it. It'd feel like when I sucked his dick while he was playfully treating me like shit. I liked the sound of that. I liked being his afterthought, not worth even getting himself all the way hard for.

"I could do that," I squeezed his dick through his joggers and connected to the plane's wifi. The copilot discreetly came down the aisle and handed me a piece of paper with his number scribbled on it, winked at me, and left. I texted him indifferently, and he sent me a still video of our anal and his messy ass eating from somewhere he'd fixed his phone before fucking me. He told me he was getting a hotel after we landed, and that he was willing to pay double to finish what we had started. I assured the copilot I'd be there, my heart pounding as I realized I had $400 I'd already forgotten about stuffed in my cummy jeans' pocket, and was now on the route to becoming a literal whore if I kept going.

"I could do that," I said again, softly.

"Mm. Do what?" Marky asked me.

"Have sex with gross strangers."

"Uh. Don't you do that already?"

"No!" I yelled, and I hit him in the face playfully.

"Owie," he said, and he kissed me.

"Stinkbrain," I said lovingly, and he pulled me all the way on top of him. "What now?"

I asked, exhausted.

Marky paused, seconds from looking like he was about to fuck me next to his mommy.

"Uh," he seemed surprised. "Why do you smell like cum so much?" He looked me over as he asked me.

I rolled my eyes at him. "I told you. You left me alone," I said very softly, and I kissed Marky on the lips as his mom woke up and saw us canoodling.

"Your fault," Judith said loudly, berating Marky. "A girl does have needs, you know."

Marky's mom blinked at her.

"Excuse me?" She asked her politely. "Are you talking to my son?" She asked her.

"Oh, yes, I am, lovie," Judith said sweetly. "You see, his bold negligence has made something of a whore of his dear friend, that angel," she smiled at me. "The men on this flight are just animals!" she whooped as Winston pinched her nipple in an attempt to shut her up. "You see what I mean here?"

The bald, married stranger from earlier walked between us in the aisle, and Judith raised her eyebrows at me once he'd passed us.

"Oh, you lucky thing," Judith said, licking her lips, and I laughed. She seemed to know everything. "I'd give anything to be back up in that lavatory with that married man," Judith said loudly, and Winston started trying to convince her to go the lavatory so he could fuck her like she wanted.

"What on Earth is going on?" Marky asked me quietly as his mom stared at me silently. We both ignored her.

"I really don't know, darling," I kissed him.