Summary: Natalie loses her anal virginity during her first dp.
Note: This is part two of a wild kinky hen gone astray.
In part 1, Airline Debauchery, Natalie was surprised to learn her hen (bachelorette party in England) was starting early as her aggressive maid-of-honour Laura announced that she was taking her to Amsterdam. Laura made her dress like a slut at the airport, treating her like her lesbian pet. This led to them being given first class seats and Laura making Natalie’s lesbian fantasy come true. Then… an ex-student (Sophia) saunters in from coach… she’s now a stewardess… revealing she had arranged the first class seats and had just filmed their lesbian tryst. She blackmails the two teachers into being her obedient pets. The submissive Natalie serves Sophia, while the usually dominant Laura is forced to eat her first pussy and then be double penetrated in the cockpit by two male pilots.
The girls eventually return to their seats dishevelled, bewildered and satisfied… both excited and worried what the devious ex-student has planned for them the rest of the weekend in Amsterdam.
And now… what happens next….
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As we were landing, the pilots’ cum now all dried on my face, Sophia asked which hotel we were staying at.
She laughed as she heard the answer, “That’s just got to be fate.”
“What is?” I asked.
“Oh, you’ll see,” Sophia said ominously.
As we got off the plane, nobody seemed to notice the two loads on my face, as they were all staring at my slutty outfit, which I later learned wasn’t really slutty for Amsterdam. Laura did take a picture of me in my outfit, the cum on my face not really noticeable anymore… although I noticed a slight gleam in the photo… and my hair and make-up was disheveled enough to make anyone who was really paying attention realize the truth.
Laura posted it with the words: And the hen starts.
The first response was from my fiance George: I expect you to keep that outfit for home!
Hayley responded: I see you two couldn’t wait for us. See you tomorrow!
Vicky joked: Natalie, you look ten years younger.
My mom responded: Oh my God! What are you wearing?
Sarah said: And the hen is underway. I’m choosing your outfit tomorrow.
Another dozen responses from friends and family quickly followed. As well as one from my secondary school best friend Kelsey who asked: You sure you’re not going to a costume party in that outfit?
We got to the hotel exhausted, and were surprised to discover our hotel room had been upgraded too. We had a large room with a king-sized bed and a Jacuzzi.
Laura suggested, “Well, it seems our dominant ex-student has some connections.”
I laughed, “Would you ever have predicted Sophia would become a dominant lesbian?”
Laura shook her head no, “Not in a million years.”
“That kind of got out of hand,” I said, no longer horny and now very concerned about the consequences of our actions.
“Yes my arse tells me that,” she joked, as she began getting undressed.
“You looked like you were loving it,” I pointed out.
“Wish those pilots’ dangly bits were bigger,” she shrugged. “If I was going to cheat on my man at least it should have been with some porn size knobs.”
“You at least got shagged in a cockpit,” I added.
“True, that alone made it hot,” she nodded, now only in thigh highs. “As did you getting involved. You realise that we’re now members of the Mile High Club? Now get undressed.”
I began to, as I asked, “Are you worried about being outed?”
“No,” she said, “a girl like Sophia knows that if she wants to keep up these twisted passenger seductions, discretion must be critical. She’s bonkers, but she’s not stupid.”
“You think she does this often?” I asked, now only in my thigh highs, Laura naked.
“Definitely,” she nodded. “The rest of the flight crew were totally on board with everything, and not surprised in the least. Come join me in the Jacuzzi.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I nodded, sliding my nylons off my legs.
“It’s Mistress, slut,” she scolded.
“Sorry… yes, Mistress,” I corrected, deciding to continue to enjoy the sexual hierarchy she had created.
In the Jacuzzi, she said, “I had some pretty fun plans for the weekend. But now I’m not sure what Sophia has in mind. We may have to play it by ear and snatch each other’s snatches when we can.”
“Maybe she’s done with us,” I said, part of me hoping that was true… yet another part of me hoping it wasn’t.
“No, a girl like that will thoroughly enjoy dominating her former teachers, reversing the power hierarchy,” Laura concluded. “We haven’t seen the last of her.”
“You’re likely right,” I said, Laura usually being right.
“Did you enjoy being my pet before the shit hit the fan?” she asked, as I tried not to focus on staring at her huge tits… which I wanted to cup… suck on… worship.
I nodded, moving my gaze from her eyes to her tits to her eyes, “As crazy as it sounds, yes.”
“Not crazy at all. You’re obviously a submissive and bi-curious, and I wanted to make sure you got to explore that side before you settled down to married life,” she said.
Suddenly concerned this was no more than a weekend of sowing my slut oats, I asked, “This isn’t just a one weekend thing is it?”
She gave me a smile as big as Australia and said, “Not if you don’t want it to be.”
“I definitely don’t want it to be,” I said clearly, again my eyes going to her huge headlights… as if driving head on into a car racing towards me.
“And you really want to play with my jubblies, don’t you?” she asked, noticing my inability to stop staring.
“They’re just so big,” I said, giving up the fight and just unabashedly ogling.
“Well come and play, my pet,” she offered.
I moved to her, sat beside her as she turned towards me, and I reached out and cupped both her breasts in my hands. “Holy shit are they heavy!” I gasped in awe.
“Tell me about it; they’re real backbreakers,” she nodded.
“I can’t fathom how you walk around with these,” I said, as I bounced them up and down as if I were a toddler playing with a stuffed toy for the first time.
“It’s why I prefer to be on my back,” she joked.
“With a submissive slut lapping between your legs?” I asked playfully as I leaned forward and took a very hard, stiff nipple into my mouth.
“Of course,” she laughed and moaned at the same time. She added, “and for a gym teacher, that is some good foreshadowing.”
I swirled my tongue around her nipple, then sucked it between my lips, before I responded, “I’m just helping with the rising action,” having been forced to teach English before. “I assume you’re in favour of a crescendo.”
“Yep! I’m expecting a big climactic finish,” she agreed, moving my head to her other nipple.
“I’m not sure I want any ending resolution,” I quipped, before adding, “Instead, I’m hoping for many sequels.”
“But sequels are never as good as the original,” she pointed out.
As I sucked on her big nipple, I countered, “Toy Story 3. The Empire Strikes Back.”
“True enough,” she moaned.
And then there was silence for a couple of minutes except for the sounds of the Jacuzzi, the sucking sounds from me on her nipples, and her continual moans.
“Time for you to suck on something else,” Laura said, as she stood up and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi.
I asked, “Is the something else this sweet quim?” I asked playfully, as I moved between her legs without instruction.
“Indeed it is,” she nodded, as I buried my face in her axe wound.