"Taste that? That's how much you want this."
His finger was slick with my juices and my own arousal dominated my sense of taste. Like the rest of my body, I couldn't escape this. His finger followed me as far as I could move my head, as I tried to push it out with my tongue, which only made me lap off my sweet nectar.
When he pulled his finger out, he grabbed a tight fistful of my hair and leaned forward, kissing me roughly and sharing in the flavor of my natural lubricants. I whimpered into the kiss, my mouth forced wide open to accept him as he held my head still with that iron grip on my hair.
His tongue twirled slowly around mine, tempting it into a dance, daring me to resist his power if I could. There was no stopping it, and my tongue moved in time with his, the first steps of a tentative beginner.
He broke off the kiss and my head followed his for an inch or two. "That's right, little girl, you can't help being a whore. Not when you're so wet and ready. Not when you ache for my cock so much."
The throbbing rod of his cock slapped against first one breast and then the other, and I felt the small splatters of pre-cum cooling in the air. He moved forward and dick-slapped me in the face so I felt those cool spots on my cheeks, chin and nose too.
That cock. It hit with such weight. I knew it well, but under the circumstances it was almost like my first time again. All that mystery and danger. Holy hell, I was so hot!
"How do you like that? You got any complaints?" he asked.
If I said "Kimura" now, this sleep mask would come off and I could watch as Austin fucked me …
"You'll never get away with this … " I said.
"I already have."
His thick cock pushed at my lips, distorting my facial features for a few seconds before a spark of pleasure between my legs made me gasp. He took his window of opportunity to shove his girth into my mouth. He kept that tight grip on my hair, forcing my head to move in time with this thrusts.
The bumpy ridge of his cock pushed at my lips every time he pulled back, and I heard him groaning in pleasure above me, a low rumble that seemed to come from deep in his chest. He quickly fell into a rhythm and rivulets of saliva and pre-cum were soon dribbling down my chin.
Smack!
The light slap on my cheek caught me by surprise, and I moaned right on the head of his cock.
"Hell yeah. You suck cock like a pro."
The pace of his thrusts sped up, and he started pushing further until the tip of his hard length hit the back of my throat. At first he only brushed up against it, but soon he was pumping his cock in and out hard enough that the squelching sounds must have threatened to wake up the old lady in the opposite corner of the cabin.
I held back my gag reflex as long as I could. I could feel my cheeks going red and a tear or two soaked into the sleep mask, and still my unseen partner fucked my face with no signs of slowing down.
Eventually I coughed and gagged and he pulled out, slapping my face with his cock again as I gasped for air. This time there were no small spots of cooling pre-cum; his cock was slick and he was making a mess of me.
"K … k … k … " I panted.
"What's that?"
I struggled to catch my breath and licked my trembling lips. My pussy was on fire with the need to be satisfied. This was scary, but it was hard to remember ever having been more turned on.
I shook my head.
"That's right, cock slave."
He pushed his thickness back into my mouth and resumed his former pace straight away. After that brief time out in the air, his cock felt cool for a few strokes, but between my mouth and all that throbbing energy inside, it soon warmed up again.
The impact on the back of my throat still made my eyes water, and I still coughed around it a few times, but the struggle to time my gasps for air and how good it felt occupied most of my consciousness. My whole world was being taken over by hard-pounding cock and growing euphoria.
My legs were spread wide open when I felt a hand under my skirt again. I didn't have the concentration to fight him, so my thighs stayed well apart as his fingertips slipped under the elastic band of my panties, and delved between my sopping wet folds.
I lost control and moaned loudly around his cock, as much as each squelching thrust allowed me to. With his fist still gripping my hair so tightly that my scalp burned a little and his other hand between my legs, I had a vision of him riding my mouth like a cowboy in the rodeo, and my pussy squeezed his finger in response.
He pulled out of my pussy and, now that his finger was well-coated in my juices, he flicked it back and forth across my clit. Bound and trapped under him, impaled on his cock, I lost my freakin' mind.
My hips gyrated and I writhed in ecstasy, almost feeling like my body was trying to flee his stimulation and push against it even harder at the same time because it was too much. No matter what I did, he followed my movements, never relenting in his assault on my little go-button.
His finger was moving so fast I was almost delirious. It was as if all the pleasure in the world had been stolen and concentrated on me for a few moments.
My orgasm hit me like an earthquake, shaking my body, and I moaned longer and more lustily than I had so far in this pleasurable ordeal. Something about that seemed to relax my throat and on the next thrust, that thick cock just kept sliding and sliding until I could feel it down there, so deep.
Rendered uncoordinated as a newborn deer by my climax, I tried to pull back, but the man on top of me was in charge, and his only interest was in forcing more cock into me, and making sure that every last ounce of ecstasy was eked out of my orgasm.
My face went deep red as the euphoria thrummed around my body and the need for oxygen increased. One by one, my muscles clenched up, holding the tail end of my climax inside them, prolonging my orgasm longer than I would have dreamed possible.
I must have had almost his entire dick down my throat, still locked in the throes of pleasure, when the world started getting a little fuzzy around the edges. With the mask on and the movement of the plane around me, I couldn't be sure if I lost consciousness, but with all that sensation coursing through me, I was distinctly aware of my body. And that incredible thickness in my throat.
Suddenly, cool air was filling my lungs and I heard myself gasping through a newly cleared airway. My assailant was moving between my legs and I felt my panties being roughly tugged down my calves.
Everything swam back into focus when he flipped me over on to my stomach and crouched over me. His heavy cock rested between my ass cheeks, sliding with the help of my saliva and his pre-cum every time our bodies shifted. It pressed against me even harder when I felt him stuffing pillows under my hips.
"Fuck yeah. Get that ass up. I'm gonna fuckin' own you."
As soon as my pussy was presented to his satisfaction, I felt him prop his hips up and aim his cock between my still-quivering labia. His thickness pushed my teen petals aside and put pressure against my entrance.
"Uhn!" I grunted with effort as he slammed his entire length into me to the hilt.
If I hadn't been so wet, if his cock hadn't been so well-prepared by that vigorous face-fucking, he wouldn't have been able to get all the way in that fast, he never had before. As it was, he clamped his hand over my mouth again, tucked my skirt between our bodies to muffle the sound of his pelvis slapping against my ass, and jack-hammered into me hard enough that I wouldn't have been surprised if the passengers back in economy could feel the shaking.
I moaned against his hand as he leaned into his fucking and almost flattened me out again, despite the pillows pushing my pussy back up against him. Those long hard strokes alternated between filling me up completely and leaving me feeling empty and desperate for more.
Despite having only just survived the last orgasm, I could feel another one threatening to build up already. He was right, for the time being, I was a slave and his cock was my master.
Apparently satisfied that I had weathered the initial storm and could be trusted not to scream, he reached under me and gripped my shoulder with one hand, holding me in place. His other hand slid under one breast, squeezing and kneading me as much as he could in the confined space.
With his dominant position over my body secured, he fucked me with manic intensity. Alternating between long, straight, powerful strokes and slower grinding motions, his cock thrust in at varying angles, leaving no part of my eager depths unattended for long.
My second climax of the encounter began to make good on its threat and my moans started getting louder again. I turned my head to press my face into my upper arm, trying to stifle every slutty sound that wanted to burst out of my mouth.
It wasn't perfect, but it helped, and only just in time. My pussy muscles first fluttered and then clamped down on the thick cock sawing in and out of it, increasing the powerful sensations.