This didn’t happen. But I want it to…
you’re on your way home – taking the red eye – to see your parents. Your grades just came in and you got straight a’s for the semester – again. All that studying, though means you’ve been staying in and not partying or meeting all those boys who want to take you out after classes. You’ve been diligent, but you feel on the plane like you could masterbate right there, in the middle seat. The man in the window seat is sleeping and the woman to your left is too. The cabin lights are dimmed, it’s quiet, and fuck — any shift of movement to try and get a cozy position to fall back asleep just rubs your thighs and pussy enough to jolt you awake with a tiny pulse of pleasure. It’s those damn socks he bought you, the amazingly soft thigh-high, white ones with navy stripes a the top. You haven’t met him yet in person, but you’ve been talking with him on Kik, getting to learn one another’s fantasies and likes and dislikes. It’s gotten really serious for an online reddit gonewild type relationship. You both slowly have warmed up to one another more than just lusting and sexting and sending nude photos. Not that that’s bad – the photos he sends are incredible and you love the fantasies that he writes for you, Odalis, his good little girl. And it pleases you know how hard you can make him by just responding to his texts, teasing him with your body that he thinks is perfect. He’s in SF and would be able to meet up with you for a weekend. So all the plans are set by him, he bought you the plane ticket, the white and navy socks, and the white dressshirt you’re wearing. Even the navy and white matching ribbon in your curtain of black hair, tied the way he told you to. You’re not meeting him for a few days, but he asked you to wear the school girl outfit on the plane to tease all the other guys in the airport, and to give Jon the pleasure of having you on the plane in some way. He said he kissed the tiny black panties he sent to, which you’re wearing now too, so that you could have the faint trace of his lips pressed against your pussy — neatly shaved — just as he wanted — for the entire flight home. You can’t sleep – you don’t want to ait any longer to see him. you love your family and can’t wait to see them in your home state, but wearing all this was too much excitement. You’re imagining everything you’ve told him you want — to suck his cock whenever he wants, to let him fuck you as hard as he wants and as often, even if he comes home stressed from work, but especially when he wants to celebrate the success of a job well done. He gives presentations a lot and you don’t complain that he wears a suit and tie to work, and just hope that in the future when he comes home to you, that he’ll make love to you in it —
DING. “Please fasten your seatbelts” sign flickers on, causing the man in the window seat to stir a bit. You check your watch…fuck it’s still another hour at least. These socks and white dress are so soft. Sleep is impossible. You glance over left and right, and once checking that the people are still asleep, you lift your hand to your neck – down to the soft cotton dress fabric that caresses your nipple. you circle it through the fabric, until it hardens beneath your finger. Shivering with the ecstacy that’s there right under the surface, stirring in your lap, your hand moves from the nipple to your whole breast. The altitude on the plane has made them bigger and softer and more sensitive. God why can’t they always be this pleasure-inducing, you wonder, as your other hand, unable to control yourself any more, silently creeps up your thigh high sock to your warm thigh – high to the panties – to your pussy lips. God they’re already wet from your nipple play. In the plane’s darkness you imagine my throbbing hard cock – which he’s shown u in photos from diferent angles. You love the girth of it, how it will have to stretch your mouth open – and your vagina to it’s limits, and the length – ugh it’s so long too with a slight curve – he’s said at least 7″ but on some days it looks like in the photos like it could be 8″. The biggest you’ll have ever had, and you worry if it might hurt a little bit. He sure seems to know how to use it, based on what he’s told you about his ex cumming 11 times in 3 hours of foreplay, soft, hard, and what he calls “pure, raw fucking”. You want to beat the record with him when you’re home. Maybe on your parents couch, sneak him in through the back door when they’re asleep so he can finger fuck you, eat you out, tongue fuck you and give you more orgasms in a full night of making love than you’re used to in 3 months from your ex.
Fuck it, I need him, you say, stretching the panties over to the side so you have more access to your wet pussy. It drips on the airline seat, but you go deeper with a finger or two, wishing it was his fingers. His tongue circling your clit – so it could be even harder and more swollen than it is now —
“…”
You freeze. Did you just hear your name? Your hands, one stuffed down your lap and the other firmly on your breast are frozen. The man next to you, the one you thought had been sleeping in the window seat — It’s him. He’s looking at you, smiling. He had bought another plane ticket, and been waiting in the shadows for an hour at least, waiting until he could hear the wet thump-thump-thump of your finger cruising inside and outside of your pussy.
“***,” you whisper in disbelief, but before you can even process what’s happening, he takes your face in his and kisses you passionately there across the seat. Your hands abandon your lap and breast and meet his chest. Yes, he’s real. And he’s here. He breaks the kiss too soon, but you love how he looks up and down your body in the dim light. You wear the schoolgirl outfit proudly now, but shyly. And the sparkle in his eye, reminds you of what else you told him about your fantasies: that you want to be raped.
In an instant, I thrust a sleep-aid, eye cover courtesy of the plane into your mouth. I unbuckle your seat and lift you up, spinning you over to his seat, while I take yours. Now you’re in the window seat. You know because your face is pressed now against the cold window, with your mouth still stuffed, and your ass is exposed beneath the white summer dress as I take you there, knees on the seat, face against the window from behind. The glorious girth and length of my cock enters your pussy for the first time — a feeling you’ve been imagining for weeks now is happening and fuck it’s better than you could ever imagine. I’m breeding you there at 10,000 feet in the air, with your arms forced behind your back, mouth stuffed, pussy ravaged – like it’s getting slit open again and again sending waves of pleasure tinged with pain into your stomach. “FWAP FWAP FWAP” goes our bodies as your ass bounces against my abs, and my balls strike your clit with every thrust. How does no one notice this? you wonder, but you stop caring.
Is this really happening? It must be because the hard cock is shooting its precum into your pussy, hot and sticky – and the window is fogging from your breath panting – it’s hard to even catch your breath in between this demolishing you’re taking. You can’t help it. you’d going to cum. It’s rising in you and about to flood your body, just as you see the sun out the window, begging to rise with you.
It’s going to be a good weekend, you think…feeling my cum flood the walls of your vagina.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6tkdfg/mf_10000_feet_high_fuck