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First Class Ass

The seatbelt light dings softly and I tilt sideways into the aisle, lowering my book just enough to see all the way to the front of the plane.  He’s there, his back to me, tugging the drink cart along as he flashes his pearly whites at the old ladies and nervous children.  I smile to myself, imagining those teeth nibbling my shoulder.

A slow flush creeps up the back of his neck; he knows I’m thinking about him.  I keep my smile and my hands to myself as he passes with the cart, addressing the passengers to my right and in the row across, but making me wait.  Making me wonder.

But I don’t wonder.  He will come.  He will come, and then he will come.  My smile is positively fangy as I stand and stalk off to the little bathroom.  The lock makes a definitive click that echoes down the interior of the plane – a warning, a signal.

I sit on the plastic seat and cross my legs like a lady.  I hold my breath for thirty seconds every minute, appreciating the thin atmosphere as my head swims.

An apprehensive rattle on the door.  "Miss…?“ he asks very softly, my name lodging in his throat.  I flick the latch to "Unoccupied” and the door opens.

“Get in here,” I say through my teeth, my vague Eastern European accent making my words silky.  "Take off your pants.“

He can’t keep his eyes off my face, but he complies, untucking his pale blue button-up and tugging down his crisp pants.  I size him up once more, to be sure I missed nothing.  He sports a thin shock of blonde hair, nearly white, over a pair of weak blue eyes and a stubby nose.  He’s adorable, in a very ordinary way.  My gaze drops to his waist, affirming my assessment: he has a first class body, and no idea.

"Yes,” I purr, curling my finger up under his chin and stroking towards me, making sure my nails just catch on his stubbly skin.  "Come to Teles.“

He shudders and it makes him sigh, at the perfect moment, releasing a bit of his inner essence.  I suck it greedily into my own lungs and now I know exactly how to ensnare him.  I give him a firm shove so he slams against the door.  With one hand, I flip the lock to "Occupied.”  With the other, I gather up his whole impressive package.  I lift his cock so its tiny eye gazes at me and hold my breath again.

I lower myself down over the cock, lips first, and I draw out his soul.  He doesn’t even scream as I take him, singing him an internal song as I lure his entire essence to mingle with mine.  Now his dull eyes are blank, ready to be filled with my instruction.

I pull back from his cock, tossing my hair as if emerging from the water, and meet his gaze.  I show my teeth.  "Eat me, slave,“ I say, wrenching up my dress and pushing his head down between my legs.  His tongue is as eager as a dog’s, praising my lower lips with its exuberant strokes.  I smile down at his thinning hair, picking up tufts in my nails.  "I will give you better hair,” I say.  He licks faster, using his lips to suck now, gently drawing me towards orgasm.

Leaning down across his back, I grab his ass in both hands.  It is firm, well-muscled, an athlete’s ass.  "Oh, but you will give me many nights of pleasure with this,“ I say, enjoying the full-body tremble these words set off in him.  My own flesh is alive, every nerve crawling towards his pleasuring mouth.

Before I gush gratefully under his tongue, I wonder if this is a craving I will regret.

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Commanded Cat

She wished she had real ears to flick, cowering against his leg at the sight of so many new people milling about the convention center.  She looked up at Him enquiringly, and He tugged gently on the leash attached to her collar.

“Come on, girl,” He said, and they started moving towards the entrance at a slow pace to accommodate her knees.  Despite the kneepads, the ground was hard, and she was worried the body-tight leopard fursuit might be damaged.

Someone rushed up to them in a vibrant blue squirrel outfit.  "Oh my god!  Is that a cat?“

"She’s mine,” He said with a contented smile.

She blushed and pretended to wash her face with a paw.  Beneath the warm suit, she could feel moisture gathering against her tiny panties.  Of all of the reasons she donned the suit, this was the most fulfilling.

“Up, girl!”  He tugged on the leash and she obeyed, rearing up and pawing at the end of the leash, which He dangled like a toy.  "See?“ He added when she dropped back down to all fours, "she’s an lovely obedient thing.”

The squirrel nodded admiringly.  "I’d say so.“

"Come along,” He said, and led her towards the bathrooms.  She trotted along at an impressive clip, the weight of the collar a solid reminder of the power He held over her.

Finally they reached the three doors – men’s, women’s, family.  He opened the family door and motioned her in.  The floor was not spotless and she wrinkled her nose, but obeyed, her whole body shuddering with the arousal of following orders.

When they were inside, He lifted her to her feet and embraced her.  "Wash your hands, and then come to the corner.“

"Yes sir,” she said; she was permitted to speak when she was not on all fours, in character.

When she was finished with the aromatic soap, she dried her hands carefully and turned around.  He had already unzipped His pants but was waiting for her to finish the unclothing.  Her spine tingled but she kept it erect.

He, too, was erect, and she spent a moment basking in His glory: the unblemished head, the ridges that gave her such pleasure, the veins like gentle rivers.  She kissed the tiny hole and now she was shuddering with uncontrollable heat.

His hands were all over her, now on her ass, now on her cheeks: “Don’t move,” He said, and stalked around her to the back of the suit.  The zipper slid down, cold against her back, but she held herself rigidly as He had commanded.

He reached beneath her when the suit fell away and His fingers wandered from her asshole to her clit.  They lingered there, taunting her.  "Don’t move,“ He whispered in her ear, an unbearable tickle.  She stiffened, her mind full of the pleasure to come, all beneath an even more overwhelming desire to serve.

"Not even your lips,” He said, and lifted His hand from her crotch and slipped His fingers into her mouth.  He teased his cock between her cheeks, then slowly bent her over and lunged into her entrance.  She had to bite her lip but remained still, except for the necessities of gravity.

“Tell me,” He said, “how much you love me.”

“I love you so fucking much.”  It burst out of her, undammed.  "So fucking much.  I will walk on my hands and knees for you.  I will take you in my mouth and bring you to orgasm.  I will do whatever you say.“

"I will do whatever you say, sir,” He said, applying a slap to her ass.  It made her squeeze Him, rippling along his shaft, and his breathing changed.

“I will do whatever you say, sir,” she gasped.  "Everything, sir.  Every desire that passes through your mind.  Sir.“

"Good girl,” He said, and He draped Himself over her back and gave her what she wanted more than anything in the world, in that moment.

His hand lingered over hers and His fingers wandered over the dark ring on her left hand.  She felt Him smile.

“Good girl,” He said again.