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Sharing my slut, on an airplane

Jenny and I were taking a flight from Philadelphia for a trip over a weekend to visit my brother in Houston. Jenny is my girlfriend and submissive. She's 5'7", brunette, with perky C cup tits, a flat stomach , lifted tight ass, and long toned legs from hours spent at the gym where she works as a personal trainer. We were in coach at the back of the plane; the cabin sparsely populated with passengers other than a single large group of young men located at the front of the our section. The flight departed the airport at just after midnight and was going to be at more than 3 hours so I made myself comfortable and dozed off shortly after takeoff.

I awoke an hour or so later noticing that Jenny was missing. She was standing outside the restroom at the front of the section talking to a young man. He was roughly our age, wearing mesh workout shorts and a t-shirt with a team logo I didn't recognize. He was tall, handsome, and very lean. When Jenny returned to her seat, she told me he was from a small club soccer team and they were on the flight to play a match at our destination. I asked her if she found him attractive, and she flushed and in a hushed whisper uttered, "Yes, sir." I pondered this a moment and told her to go talk with him some more and invite him to come back and sit with us. The back row of the plane was empty other than her and I. She smiled and asked if I was sure. "Be a good slut and go get him," I insisted.

Jenny returned a few minutes later and introduced Gene. I shook his hand, and the three of us chatted for the next half hour or so. The conversation became playful and flirty between Jenny and Gene, and I decided to push things along my in my own, less than subtle way. After all, there were less than two hours left in the flight and I saw this as a good opportunity to cross a few things off of my bucket list. "It was nice meeting you Gene, but you'll have to excuse us, its about time for my slut to get on her knees and suck me off. That is, unless you'd like to hang around and have her jerk you off too."

Gene's eyes went wide, and Jenny's face and chest flushed. She knew that I don't joke around with commands though and didn't hesitate to drop out of her seat, pull down the front of my shorts and start stroking my cock, letting it grow long and hard in her hand before wrapping her lips tightly around it and pushing all 9 inches of it deep down her throat. Gene had sat and watched nervously, I just passively motioned him to move from his seat across the aisle into Jenny's now vacant seat. He hesitated a moment longer, scanning the rest of the cabin. The rest of the passengers were mostly asleep, including his teammates, and the flight attendant had recently departed after we had declined drinks and would not be back for a while. He came and sat next to me, his legs still in the aisle as his leg room was currently occupied by Jenny. I could see he was already somewhat hard, his cock pressing against the lining of thin mesh shorts. Jenny reached up with a free hand and began to rub it gently with her palm through his shorts, smiling pleasantly as she felt it grow harder and longer, almost matching mine in length. He freed his shaft from the confines of his shorts and Jenny wrapped her fingers around it, working it slowly and expertly. I pushed the back of her head down on my cock and held it until she gagged briefly. As she pulled away I told her, "spit onto your hand and make his cock nice and wet so you can please him properly." She did so, letting the large glob of saliva fall into her palm, a small strand of it still hanging to her lips as she brought that hand again to Gene's cock and started stroking it more vigorously.

Jenny knew how to pace herself with me, although I could tell she was growing increasingly aroused pleasuring this near total stranger in such a public forum. She was picking up her pace, sucking me more aggressively to match the motion of her hand on Gene's shaft. I reached down and grabbed one of her tits through her shirt. She rarely wore a bra in my presence, even in public, and her large pink nipples were already more than visible. I toyed with it playfully before pinching her nipple through the fabric. This is one of several wordless commands I use to control her actions. She complied, returning to the slow, deep, heavy swallows of my cock I had trained her to do when sucking me off. Gene sat silent, obviously enjoying himself but his eyes were trained down the aisle in front of him. He was ready to pull up his shorts and run should someone have woken up, turned around, or entered from a forward section of the plane. "Grab a tit and relax, nobody's going to bother us. Even if they did, it's not like they can throw us off the plane." He looked down at Jenny's full flushed breasts, her chest heaving from the effort of taking my cock down her throat, depriving her of air. "Rub her nipple for faster, pinch it for slower." I said to him. Before long he was using these instructions quite effectively, Jenny letting out low moans as we gently massaged her nipples, and quiet gasps as we would tweak them to slow her back down.

I gave her permission to take care of herself, and she removed the hand from my cock and thrust it down the front of her shorts, rubbing eagerly at her clit while still keeping her lips suctioned on my cock. I noticed Gene was no longer pinching her nipple, and was instead just rubbing it quickly, Jenny increasing in pace to match his desire. "If you're going to cum, tap her wrist, she'll know what to do." I told him, apparently just in time because just as I finished the sentence, he immediately tapped her wrists rapidly with one hand and began squeezing Jenny's tit roughly with the other. Jenny removed her hand from her shorts and wrapped it around the head of Gene's cock just as he came into her cupped palms as she continued to stroke him off, preventing the seed from spraying all over. As this happened I shoved Jenny's head down roughly on my shaft and pumped my hips up, unleashing a big thick load deep down her throat. When both Gene and I were satisfied, I told her to go get herself cleaned up. She stood and stepped over Gene's legs into the aisle, her hand still cupped to hold the majority of his hot load in her hand. As she did so, I could see the large spot on the crouch of her shorts, the wetness of her own cum visible, dripping down the insides of her thighs. While she was gone, Gene sat awkwardly next to me, probably still trying to process what happened. "Relax man, this isn't our first time. Well, it's the first time on an airplane, but you get what I'm trying to say." I filled him in a little about our lifestyle, got his phone number for Jenny, and made tentative plans to meet up over the weekend if we found a common time. Then I sent him back to his seat just as I saw Jenny exit the rest room and head our way. As they passed each other in the aisle, I saw Jenny turn her palm, teasing it against the front of his shorts, an invitation to return before the end of the flight if he wanted.

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