The New Adventures Of Supercock

Sitting down in the gate area, he looks at you for the first time, his piercing blue eyes burning into you, as he smiles at you. You almost start to wonder if he is a plant, if I have briefed him on your task, knowing I always take care to minimise your real exposure to risk; but you can never be quite sure. Choosing a seat near him, but not immediately next to him. His flight case on the floor, outside pocket gaping a little, from where he removed his newspaper. Perfect, here is your chance. Slipping the panties from your pocket, balled up in your hand, waiting until he is engrossed, and dropping them casually into the pocket of his bag; checking quickly to see if you were spotted.

Elated, everyone is busy as people always are at airports, you achieved your task and quickly report in. “Mission accomplished Mr G, BTW he is on the same flight as i am”

Your phone beeps “Interesting, I sense a little plot twist coming on, await further instructions” your cunt is nicely wet, looking forward to accomplishing your next task.

Boarding is called, he places his newspaper into the bag in the same pocket, on top of your damp panties. you have received no further messages. Disappointed, you start to almost will your phone to beep. you get to your seat, and guess what, he is sitting right next to you..again wondering if this is just fate or if something has been pre-arranged.

Your phone beeps “flirt with him, make him want you, make him ask you out before you land”

Oh yes, this is going to be an interesting trip…..

Entering the airport and heading to the nearest bathroom, you drop your panties. A nice little red pair that you will be sorry to lose, but it is all in a good cause. As the AC air hits your cunt, a shiver goes through you, making you just a little wetter. Tempted for the briefest of moments to touch yourself, My voice whispers in your subconscious “Not yet slut, did I give you permission?” Stuffing the panties into your pocket, easily accessible should you see the right guy.

your nipples already hard under the sweater, thankful for the coverage on your naked tits, but wishing you had been able to take it off as your temperature starts to rise with the excitement. You approach check in, scanning for a likely candidate, no-one seems appropriate. Head towards security screening, still looking, looking for the right guy, good looking, suit, briefcase. There he is, a dozen or so people in front of you. If you hadn’t been coming to see me, you might even have hit on him, but you know you don’t have permission for THAT!

Watching, planning, scheming to please Me, trying to manipulate your way towards him, hoping the lines split, and you won’t lose him in the terminal. Beep, shit your phone is supposed to be off in security. Sneaking a quick look, don’t want to get caught, switching it off, but not before reading “Progress report slut!” Fortunately your turn is coming up and as luck would have it, you look over four rows and see that “your guy” is almost at the same place in his line as you are.

Clearing security quickly and efficiently, you both emerge onto the main terminal floor together, he looks at the monitor and turns towards you. you follow wondering how the heck are you going to pull this off; your plane leaves in 25 minutes. The gods are smiling on you when you notice he is stopping at your gate.

Oh yes, this is going to be an interesting trip…

After our first week together where W/we explored your submissive slut tendencies and built on our already very firm base of trust, our next meeting was planned for the following month. W/we have already decided that it’s a damn shame W/we live so far apart, otherwise this relationship would have been pretty intense, as it is, it is already very strong and W/we enjoy each other very much. The date of our next meeting finally arrives and you are en route to the airport.

your phone beeps, and your heart skips a beat, you know that this next meeting will push your boundaries of trust and desire further than ever. W/we have been building up to it, teasing and chatting, hinting at some of the things we might do together, or that I might do to you. With some trepidation, you look at the message. you have already been instructed exactly what to wear. It is winter time, and your outfit is seasonally appropriate, with a long flowing skirt, the wrap kind, which will flash leg as you walk through the terminal, and a sweater, no bra, but you do currently have panties on. Knee high boots complete the picture of deliciousness.

“When you arrive at the airport, immediately remove your panties. Look for a man in a suit, with a bag or briefcase into which you can slip the panties without being seen”

Immediately you start to worry, what will happen if he catches you? what if security sees you? can you really do it, are you brave enough?

your phone beeps again, rousing you from your panic. “Do you understand My obedient little slut whore?”

you reply back “Yes Sir, of course i will comply” As you hit send, your cunt starts to flow.

Oh yes, this is going to be an interesting trip….

When you are ready, I push another inch, then another, inside you. I can tell you are ready for more, when I feel you pushing back against me and wiggling your ass on My cock. Pushing the last few inches home and giving you another break to adjust, before I start moving in and out. Your ass feels so incredibly tight compared to your cunt, especially after the pounding we have given it today. It feels like a second skin on Me as I start to pick up the pace. You strength and recuperative powers amaze Me, as once again you start to push back against Me, meeting My thrusts with your own. Encouraging Me to fuck your ass harder.

“Oh yes Sir, that feels soooo good. Fuck your slut in the ass hard”

“Use me, fuck me, pound that ass, Your ass, it belongs to You”

Grabbing your hip in one hand and a handful of hair in the other; I know I won’t last long between the physical stimulation from fucking your cunt, and now your ass, and the verbal encouragement. Much as I am enjoying this, My orgasm is fast approaching. Sensing it, we redouble our efforts, long hard strokes and sure enough, only a few more before My cock is erupting inside your ass. The feeling of the swelling, the cum spurting, are enough to send you over the edge one final time. I feel your body convulse, your cunt and ass contract around My cock, so hard it almost hurts.

Pushing back against you and impaling you on My cock as the last pulses of our orgasm subside. Collapsing on top of you, both of us exhausted, the whole day catching up with us. My cock slips from your ass with a plop and the cum follows. Running round to your cunt and mixing with your own. Rolling onto our sides, holding you tight to my chest we drift into a long and satisfied sleep, the evidence of our passion in the air, on our bodies and all over the bed.