He woke up in his airplane seat to the feeling of her hand on his crotch through his jeans. He turned to her. Still pawing at him, she looked up at him with her big, twinkling eyes.
“Daddy,” she whined. She was undoing his belt. He could see her hard nipples almost threatening to poke holes in her tank top.
“We can’t now,” he whispered. It was late and the cabin lights were off. Most passengers were likely asleep. Still, it was risky. The last thing a man of his position needed was to be banned from an airline. She had come along for his latest business trip because her grad program had no in-person classes that week. They had made good use of the hotel’s bedding. Not to mention the hotel gym, the pool, and the bathroom of at least one restaurant.
“I need this,” she mewled. Her hand clasped his cock through his boxer briefs, already rock hard from his slumber. “I can still feel your cum in my ass, Daddy,” she said. Her eyes sparked up at him.
He looked around. The adjacent row was empty, and no one was walking around. The seats were well spaced in business class, and his sleep-hazed memory was that the flight wasn’t full to begin with. He didn’t stop her.
That was all the encouragement she needed. Deftly, she pulled his veiny cock out through the slit in his boxer briefs and leaned over to take the head, slippery with precum, between her lips.
“Fuck, kitten,” he groaned under his breath as she began to suck him. She made a nasty slurping sound as she sank her mouth down his dick. Her hungry tongue lapped at him as she took it. His hand found her hair, pushing her down further, before he pulled her back up and forced her to take him down her throat. “Don’t suck so loudly,” he whisper-growled. “Can’t get Daddy in trouble.”
She pulled off him with a slurp and a pop from her lips. “I’ll never get Daddy in trouble,” she cooed, before diving back down and bobbing her head more. He groaned and leaned his head back. Then she rose back up off him. He looked down and saw her big eyes. “If I get Daddy in trouble, he can’t keep abusing me. And I love when Daddy abuses me.”
“That’s my good girl,” he grinned, before force-feeding her more of his cock. His big hand grasping her hair by her scalp, he worked her up and down his length, before embedding himself in her throat. He held her there for a moment. He started to move her again, but she always had well over half of him in her mouth.
She was able to keep quiet with all that dick stuffed down her esophagus. She wriggled in her seat. He could see how she rubbed her thighs together, clearly getting soaked from being facefucked right there on their flight.
He slipped his free hand down the back of her leggings and snaked his fingers down to her puckered asshole–no panties, as was her usual way. She moaned softly around his cock as his thick pointer teased her recently-used rim.
“Stay quiet and Daddy will make you feel good, too,” he whispered. Moving down, he found the dripping opening of her cunt. “Little slut,” he murmured. “You need this bad, don’t you?” His big fingers hooked into the opening of her gushing slit.
“Ysh, Drddy,” she gurgled around him, not wanting to spare her throat from his deep-dicking for even a moment. She arched her back and jutted her ass so his fingers could work their way into her deeper. She gasped, still throatfucked full of cock, as his fingertips began to work her g-spot.
He loved this part; raping her pretty face while she bucked against him. “Does Daddy’s whore need this, princess? Does Daddy’s whore need to have her pretty face abused while she gets her holes violated?” Rotating his wrist, he pressed one of his cunt-slicked fingers against her asshole and pushed in. She half-moaned, half-exhaled around his cock at the now familiar feeling of having her Daddy open her ass up. Then he felt it.
“Princess,” he growled, “I feel my cum up your asshole. I fucking feel it. You dirty whore. Daddy fucked so much into you. Fuck.”
She wrenched back up off him so she could look up at him while he finger-fucked her in both her nearly bent-over holes. “It’s so much, Daddy,” she whimpered. She turned her neck to look back at where her Daddy was using her. “You filled my ass so full. Oh god, Daddy, I felt it in me since we left the hotel. It made me want more.”
“More what, kitten?”
“More cum, Daddy, more cum!”
“Fuck yes,” he breathed, as he grabbed her hair and forced his dick back into her mouth. He felt a glob of precum spew from the head of his dick. And he felt her dutiful cumslut tongue find his tip immediately, working the hole in his cock as if that might give her even more to swallow. He pushed down on her more. She gurgled as he throat opened back up for his cock.
He felt her cunt spasming on his probing digits. She was going to cum like this. That feeling–knowing she loved being used in public like this, that she was such a cum-addict for him that she begged to give it up anywhere–was going to put him over the edge.
“Suck this dick, princess! Daddy’s going to cum down your throat. Don’t spill a drop, honey.
Fuck.” She sucked harder. He began to worry someone might hear, even despite the spacing of the seats. “Yes, you dirty bitch. Suck it. Get ready. Take it. Take it!”
His cock erupted. Wad after wad sprayed out. Her mouth was nearly completely impaled for the first few blasts of jizz. He couldn’t believe how much it felt like he was shooting. Even after he’d fucked her up the ass mere hours before, she was still drawing so much out of him.
She worked her way up his dick, allowing the last shots of her Daddy’s spunk to fill her mouth and coat her tongue. He gripped her head firmly, his cock far too sensitive now for the lapping ministrations of her needy cum-kitten tongue. She wrapped her lips tightly around his cockhead and her hands around his shaft, tugging and sucking, making sure to get every drop of his cum out.
His hand relaxed on her hair and his fingers stilled inside her fluttering fuckholes. She tilted herself back up and gazed into his eyes. His hand was under her thick ass now, and she had fully embedded his fingers in her.
“Daddy,” she moaned, and opened her mouth. He saw his white, thick load coating her pink tongue. “See, Daddy?” She opened her mouth wider. “It’s so much.”
Even through the fog of the monstrous orgasm she sucked out of him, he wasn’t going to take her provocation lightly. His fingers worked her holes anew. She shuddered. Some of his cum spilled out of her mouth, down into the generous cleavage her tank top exposed.
She rode his fingers, her whorish cunt clasping and her asshole spasming in time with his prying fingers. His other hand reached into her mouth. Ever the good girl, she sucked them always happy to taste her Daddy any way she could. His fingers caressed her cum-drenched tongue as he fingered her. He hooked them, gathering up his seed, before pulling his now gooey fingers out of her mouth.
“This belongs inside you, doesn’t it, princess?” He reached down the front of her leggings. His wrist was in her waistband.
“Yes, Daddy,” she sighed. “Your cum belongs in your little girl.”
“Who owns you, slut?” He rested the tips of his cummy digits on the desperately wet opening of her pussy, already full of two of his fingers from his other hand.
“You do, Daddy. You own me. You own all of me.”
“Good girl.” With that, his cum-covered fingers joined his other two inside her. She looked down at her violation. At her Daddy forcing even more of his cum into her body.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she moaned, cumming. Her cunt squeezed him tightly, painfully tightly, as her body drank up the spunk he was forcing into her body. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she rode out her climax, letting droplets of cum and drool stain her tits and her top. She shuddered. He kept working her ass and her pussy, making sure to push his seed up her as deep as his fingers would let him.
She panted as she came down from her climax. He grinned at her and withdrew his fingers from her holes, from her leggings, and showed them to her. He spread them, showing their combined juices in webs between his fingers. His hands were glistening, sticky, enticing. He nodded at her. She knew what to do. She craned forward and took his fingers in her mouth. First from his right hand, then his left. She raked his tongue between his digits, swallowing, making sure to get every last morsel. Her eyes never left his as she debased herself for both their pleasure.
When she was done with the terrible, wonderful act, she pulled her mouth back, once more letting her lips make the popping sound of a satisfied whore.
“All gone, Daddy” she chirped. She opened her mouth and showed him her tongue again, now bare of any spunk. It was all inside her. Where it belonged.
He leaned in and kissed her lips. He didn’t taste any of his own cum, though the taste would have been well worth it to kiss her after the performance she had given him.
He sank back into his seat and pulled her towards him so she was cuddled up on his chest. The armrest between them was already up. Seats like these made it easy to snuggle up together.
“I think I’ll be able to sleep now,” she said, nuzzling into him. He kissed her forehead.
“Good, because I know I will.” He started to doze off soon after, already hearing from her relaxed, rhythmic breathing that she was already asleep.
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