“Just give that ass a smack,” the Captain whispered in my ear, her fingers stroking my hip with feather-soft touches. “Draw your hand back and let fly on her gorgeous rear.”

  I glanced at the seats and all the instruments. No one was monitoring the plane. “Don't you need to fly it?”

  “The plane flies itself,” she laughed, waving her hand. “They're so automated these days. We're just glorified babysitters here to put the passengers' minds at rest. It makes them feel better thinking there's a human flying it.”

  “Oh.” I gave another uneasy glance.

  Her hand stroked higher up my side, fiery shivers rippled through me. “Don't worry about the plane. You just worry about punishing Maria.”

  “What did she do?”

  “She spilled some of my cum when she gave me a blowjob.” Sally gave a disapproving shake of her head as she looked at her copilot's gorgeous ass. “She knows better than to waste a single drop of my spunk.” Her fingers brushed the sides of my breast. “Slap the dirty whore.”

  “Please, spank me!” begged Maria. “I was so bad. I know better than to spill my pilot's fluid. I'm such a bad copilot.”

  “Is she a futa?” I asked, peering around to see if she had a cock.

  “Not yet. She's still on probation. And if she doesn't get her punishment, she just might fail.” Sally leaned in, her hard cock brushing my naked ass as she whispered into my ear. “So you better spank her very well.”

  “Oh, no,” I gasped. I didn't want to make this woman lose her job. My hand drew back almost on its own, then I spanked her ass. A stinging slap rang through the cockpit; Maria gave a tiny yelp.

  “What was that?” Captain Sally demanded. “I told you to spank her, not give her a love tap.”

  “Sorry,” I squeaked.

  I spanked again. My hand stung. A meaty slap filled the cockpit. A red handprint graced Maria's light-brown ass, her cheeks jiggling. A loud gasp escaped her lips. “One, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Again!” Sally's cock pressed into my ass, her hard nipples brushing my back and her breath warm on my neck.

  Smack!

  My hand stung even more. The chains rattled as Maria lifted up on her tiptoes, gasping, “Two, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Don't stop. Make her ass glow red.”

  My third slap landed on her untouched, right cheek. I loved the stinging sound, the way her butt-cheeks jiggled like jelly, and the wonderful blush my hand left. I was more powerful than this woman, heaping out the punishment and she had to take it. My pussy wept fluids, dripping down my thighs in a ticklish flood.

  “Three, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  Mrs. Reynolds...what a bad wife I was. I loved it.

  “Good,” purred Sally, licking my ear, her cock leaving a trail of precum as it slid across my butt, and her nipples were two hard points sliding around my supple back. What would it be like to have my own cock? Sean certainly loved his.

  The air whistled around my hand as I slapped Maria's right cheek, almost at her thigh. The impact's vibration ran up my arm, into my chest, and straight down to my aching pussy. I could smell my sweet musk mixed with a spicy scent—Maria's excitement.

  “Four, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “I can smell your cunt,” The Captain purred, sliding her cock into the valley between my cheeks, rubbing against my asshole. “You love slapping a naughty slut's ass.”

  “I do,” I purred. “Almost as much as I love being fucked by a futa cock.”

  Smack! Maria's wonderful gasps caressed my ears.

  “Five, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

  “Yes,” I whispered, a gift to Sean for his birthday last month. It was surprisingly fun. Her cock pressed against my asshole, pushing against my resisting muscles. I so wanted to let her in. “But we used a lot of lube.”

  “My cock leaks enough precum,” she purred. I gasped, the head of her cock slipping into my ass, spreading me open. “So relax and keep spanking the naughty slut.”

  I swung as Sally pressed her cock deeper inside me, more pleasure than pain rippling from my bowels. Crack! My ass squeezed down on the invader as Maria moaned, savoring my punishment. Sally's hands reached around me, one sliding up to my breast, the other to my pussy, adding more pleasure to my body, mixing with the heat radiating from my ass.

  “Six, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Such a tight ass,” groaned Sally. “So wonderful. I love fucking a pretty woman's ass.”

  Her cock drew back, then she pressed forward again, driving deeper.

  Smack!

  Maria moaned; Sally's finger found my clitoris, stroking my bud.

  “Seven, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Captain! Rub my clit!” I groaned, drawing back my hand as the Captain's cock pulled back until only the tip remained in my asshole. She buried in; my hand slapped down.

  Spank!

  “Eight, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.” Maria's voice was growing more husky, her dark eyes flashing with lust over her shoulder at me.

  I spanked the slut in rhythm to Sally's thrust. When the monster reaming my bowels withdrew, friction igniting my nerves and shooting pleasure through my body, I lifted up my hand. When she thrust in, burying every inch of her futa cock into me, heat roared through me and my hand slammed down onto Maria's perfect ass.

  “Punish that slut,” hissed Sally, sliding her fingers past my clitoris and pushing through my sticky pussy. I groaned as she thrust two fingers into my hole at the same moment she buried her cock into my asshole.

  Smack!

  “Yes!” gasped Maria. “Thirteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  The cock penetrating me churned my passion, sending bliss surging through me. Her fingers pumped faster in my pussy, matching her thrusting cock. My hand rose and fell, and Maria's ass glowed red, beautiful as the rising sun blushing the horizon.

  “Oh, yes! I'm such a bad slut!” moaned Maria, thrusting her ass out at me. Smack! “Sixteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  I could see her pussy peaking pink through the forest of her dark pussy hairs; the glistening gash beckoned me. Crack! Her right cheek jiggled.

  “Seventeen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.

  Her bush glistened with her passion, dewy drops clinging to her hair reflecting the blinking lights of the cockpit. Her pussy seemed to beg to be slapped.

  “Don't you just want to slap that pussy,” moaned Sally.

  “Yes!”

  Sally buried inside me, another wonderful wave of lust shot through me. My hand fell, cracking the slutty copilot's left asscheek. Fingers churned my pussy. All my lusts and sensations were growing, brewing, threatening to explode and drive me wild.

  “Eighteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Then do it!” hissed the Captain, pulling back and slamming back into me. My hand fell. Flash cracked.

  “Nineteen, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  My eyes fell on that naughty, pink slit peering at me from between her thighs. It called to me, pleading with me to slap my hand right on her petals. Crack! Her cheeks jiggled, her ass grew more red, but I had eyes only for her pussy.

  “Twenty, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  “Slap the naughty sluts cunt,” Sally hissed. “Teach her a lesson. She needs to become a perfect copilot.”

  “Yes! Discipline me, Mrs. Reynolds.”

  It was so wrong. What had these futas down to me. I went from a faithful, new wife to a futa slut getting off on spanking a poor woman's beautiful ass in a blink of an eye. It was so hard to think as the pleasure built inside me, stirred by the plunging cock and fingers. Sally's flesh was pressed against my back, warm and writhing, electricity arching between our bodies.

  “Yes!” I screamed.

  Pleasure exploded within me, shooting lightning through my body.

  My arm snapped forward. My hand streaked for Maria's pink pussy. A wet crack sang in the air. My palm came away damp with Maria's passion.

  “Yes!” the bound copilot screamed, the manacles rattling as she bucked. “Twenty-one, thank you, Mrs. Reynolds!” Her screams were thick with her desire.

  The slut came!

  I made her orgasm just by spanking her. I had that much power. My own climax intensified, a storm of lightning cracking through me, the Captain's plunging stick and probing fingers were lightning rods, drawing more strikes. I pressed my back into Sally, her arms holding me as I swayed as the storm of rapture tossed me to and fro.

  Crack!

  My hand struck her pussy again.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” Maria moaned, her legs buckling, dangling by her arms as she spasmed and writhed. “Twenty-two! Oh, yes! Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds! Thank you, thank you!”

  Sally drove her cock faster in and out of my ass, prolonging my orgasm. I cried and moaned, my insides churned into jelly. I couldn't think or move. I could only tremble as the Captain used my asshole for her pleasure.

  “Take it, futa slut!” she hissed. “Every woman want's to be my slut!”

  “I do!” I howled. I barely even remembered my husband at this moment. All that mattered was the thick cock reaming my ass and giving me such pleasure.

  The Captain grunted, holding me tight. Her breasts pressed against my back as her stick buried into the depths of my bowels. Warmth flooded me. Her futa cum. A last, flurry of lightning whirled through my body, and then the storm passed.

  The three of us panted, coming down from our orgasmic highs. My mind was whirling. I didn't know how I could ever give this up and go back to my husband? I loved him, but how could I ever be satisfied by his regular cock again?

  Sally pulled out of me, warmth rushing out of my ass and trickling down to my pussy. I fell to my knees, my emotions crashing over me. I had just bound my life to my husbands, and now, mere hours later, I had found something better. What have I done?

  “She is a hot one,” Sally laughed. “Let's get you down, Maria. You were punished enough.”

  “I was,” the copilot purred. “So well. She's a natural Domme.”

  “Yes, she is.”

  A sob escaped my lips. How can I face my husband?

  “What's wrong?” Maria asked, kneeling down beside me. “Mrs. Reynolds, what's the matter.”

  “I just got married and now I'm a futa whore. What am I going to do?”

  “It was just some harmless fun,” Sally shrugged.

  “But I love him,” I sobbed. “What have I done?”

  Maria hugged me. “So love him. He doesn't have to know about this. We'll never tell him.”

  “Besides, it's hardly cheating with a futa,” the Captain said.

  “But how can I ever be satisfied with his cock? You futas are so passionate and wild.”

  Maria stroked her cheek. “So just love him, and when you feel the need for a futa, go and find one of them. They're everywhere. Satisfy your lusts and go back to your husband. Love and lust aren't the same thing. It's okay to get your rocks off with someone else.”

  “More than okay,” Sally purred. She cupped my chin, turning me to face her cock. It was hard, glistening, and smelled faintly sour. “Now you got my cock dirty, clean it off, slut.”

  I sniffed, tears running down my face. Anger filled me. How dare she try and have sex with me right now. But my eyes locked on her cock. I really was a futa slut. I couldn't control myself. Despite all my confusion and grief, my lips opened and I swallowed her dick, swirling my tongue around the sour cock.

  I was such a bad wife, but I loved the taste of my ass on her cock. It was so degrading and filthy—something only a slut would do. A futa slut. That's what I was. Maybe Sean could understand the desires burning in my heart and accept me when I have to abandon him to find what my body truly craves—a woman with a big cock.

  I sucked harder, flicking my tongue around her dick, sucking all the traces of my ass off of her. She wanted her stick cleaned, and I was eager to do it. I worked my lips, forming a tight seal, as I bobbed. My tongue swirled and teased. Salty precum slowly replaced the sour flavor as I cleansed her dick of my filth.

  “Copilot, provide Mrs. Reynolds with some assistance. Her ass is quite a mess.”

  “Yes, Captain.”

  Maria lifted my ass until I was kneeling, Captain Sally's cock sliding in and out of my mouth as she fucked me. My asscheeks were spread, then a warm tongue slid through it, Maria moaning as she lapped up the Captain's spunk leaking out of my dirty hole. Her tongue found my asshole, swirling about it. I groaned into Sally's cock as that tongue worked into me. Wonderful pleasure shot through me as she sucked out the cum, then shoved her tongue past my sphincter, swirling around inside my backdoor.

  I knelt there and let these two women ravish me, driving away my emotions with a storm of lust. The Captain's stick drove deeper into my mouth, her bulbous tip striking the back of my throat. Her hands tightened in my blonde hair covered by my wedding veil, and shoved her futa cock right down my throat. I felt so used. So dirty. My pussy burned, churning as Maria's tongue stirred my asshole.

  “Swallow my cock, slut!” groaned the captain. “Work my stick! That's it, futa slut!”

  Fingers teased my pussy lips, stroking my sensitive flesh and sending shuddering rapture through me; I moaned around the cock diving down my throat. My face was pressed against the Captain's groin, every inch of her cock in my mouth. I couldn't breath. I moaned around the cock, the blood pounding through all my body, pumping bliss.

  “Love my stick!” the Captain grunted, then she pulled back.

  I sucked air through my nose before her cock drove back into my throat and choked me again. My pleasure grew more intense as I struggled to breath. Maria's fingers stroked my labia, then spread my pussy open. I could feel the liquid warmth dripping out of me; my dirty juices staining the cockpit floor.

  I should make Maria lick them up. I came.

  The Captain's stick buried down my throat. I moaned around it. My pussy clenched as my muscles went wild. I could feel my juices squirting out of me, splashing the cockpit floor, making an even larger mess for Maria to clean. I looked up at the Captain; she had a big grin on her face as she looked down at me, proud that her cock was impaled in my throat as I came.

  “I think my cock's clean enough for your pussy, slut,” she laughed. “And I think your pussy is primed for what it craves.”

  She pulled her cock out of my mouth. “Yes,” I panted, trying to catch my breath as my orgasm bled out of me. “I'm so ready for your hard cock in me!”

  The Captain took her seat, her cock waving up above her lap, and gave her thighs a pat. “Then come sit on my stick and help me fly the plane.”

  I was on my feet in a heart's beat. I glanced down to see a sticky puddle that had flooded out of my cunt. I grabbed Maria's dark-brown curls and shoved her face into the mess. “Lick it up, whore. We can't have a wet floor. Think of the safety implications.”

  The Captain laughed as her copilot's pink tongue licked across the floor, slurping up my pussy cream. “You are a wild one. Your poor husband has no idea what he's in for.”

  I grinned at her. There were definitely going to be some changes. I had a taste for power.

  “You need to see Yurika at Ms. Futa 'N Ari's Massage Parlor in Honolulu. She'll smooth things out between you and your husband.”

  “Really?”

  She winked at me. “She's a specialist when it comes to these matters. She's helped a lot of futas and futa-lovers out over the years. Now come here and grasp my flight controls with your naughty pussy.”

  “Yes, Captain,” I grinned, stepping carefully over the control console, trying not to nudge the throttles. I sat on her lap, facing away from the Captain and staring out at the night sky. Her cock nudged my pussy lips, then I sank all the way down on her, groaning as she filled me up. She was so big; I couldn't believe I fit her entire stick in my ass.

  “This is the only way to fly,” she grinned, her naked breasts pressing into my back, two hard nipples rubbing against my flesh.

  “Uh-huh,” I moaned, shifting my weight, sliding that long shaft around inside me. She was so deep inside me. I almost felt like she was pressed into my cervix. So wonderfully deep.

  “Isn't that a beautiful moon,” she panted, nuzzling my neck as I lifted my weight up with my feet planted on the floor and hands pressing on her seat's armrests.

  A beautiful, silvery moon shone down on the wine-dark expanse of the pacific, the waves rippling like diamonds beneath us. She reached over, flipping a switch, and the cockpit went dark, lit only by the instruments—a constellation of orange, red, and white stars.

  “So beautiful!” I moaned and I wished I was on my husband's cock, sharing this moment with him, even if his wasn't nearly so long or satisfying.

  Her hand reached around me, finding my right breast, and gave my nipple a tweak. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on her stick. “Work my controls,” she hissed. “Fly my plane!”

  “Yes, Captain!”

  I rose up and down faster, my flesh clinging to her stick, nerves rejoicing to be touched and stroked, flooding my body with so much bliss. The chair creaked as I slid up then dropped back down, a grunt escaping my lips. Up and down, churning my passion as I stared out into the darkness. I wanted this experience to never end.

  Sweat ran in rivulets as I worked my body, trickling between my heaving breasts. My legs and arms burned, but I didn't' care—I kept fucking my futa lover, pushing through the fatigue, pleasuring her stick with my naughty cunt.

  “Hold on,” the Captain moaned.

  “What?”

  “Turbulence,” giggled Maria. “You are in for some fun.”

  The plane suddenly bucked and dropped. No longer did I have to ride the Captain's stick, the rough air did all the work. I bounced up her cock, then slammed back down, stretching my poor pussy out and giving me such intense pleasure stabbing through me. Over and over I was bounced and tossed, and the rapture that burst inside me was intense.

  “Yes!” I screamed as I bounced up. “Gonna cum!”

 

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