The Shane Chronicles

“Are you wearing panties?” Shane whispered as he shifted in his first class airline seat.

He and Layla were taking a weekend trip to Vegas, the adult entertainment playground. She’d already got him hot and bothered while they were waiting to board the plane, setting her duffel bag across their laps and massaging his cock through his shorts until he was about to cum in a sticky mess. Even now he was hard as a rock. He was ready to finish what she started.

“How can I let you do naughty things to me if I’m wearing panties?” Layla replied coyly and leaned back in her seat invitingly.

Shane growled low in his throat and moved closer to her. A dirty talking horny woman who would let you fuck her any time, any place was a keeper. And he was keeping her……with the occasional loan out.

He looked over his shoulder and took in his surroundings. The flight was a midnight redeye and not at all crowded, only about half dozen more passengers were sitting in first class. Four of them were sleeping, one was watching a movie on their portable DVD player and the other was reading. None of them were seated particular close to them and all seemed to be wearing headphones.

The lights were low and only the passenger who was reading had their head lamp on. He checked the flight attendants and found two of them fussing around in the galley. He guessed one had to be for first class and the other for coach. They were, for all intensive purposes, practically alone.

He turned back to Layla and smiled lasciviously. “Is that what you want? Me to do naughty things?”

“I always want you. I hunger for your cock. I’m aching for it right now. You have no idea how wet I am just from jacking you off at the terminal.” Layla said and reached for his large hand, dragging it up her thigh until she reached her pussy.

He dipped his finger inside, added a second and a third until they were coated in her juices. She moaned and rocked against his digits, biting her lip to keep from what he knew she wanted to do which was scream out in pleasure.

“You are very wet.” Shane said and brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean one by one.

She watched him and brought her hands up to her own breasts to tug on her own nipples. He could tell instantly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were rock hard and almost visible through her thin white cotton dress. He moved the damn arm rest out of his way and leaned to suck her through the fabric, biting hard like he knew she loved. A large wet spot from his mouth took her dress from almost visible to clearly visible.

He cupped her large tits in the palms of his hands and bit at her nipples again until she was squirming. Then he blew a hot breath over the moisture and moved to pay the same attention to her other breast.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your tits?” He said through a mouthful.

“Oh yeah, just like that baby. I love it when you bite. Harder.” She groaned quietly.

He did as she commanded until her breathing became heavy and quick. She knew her cunt was getting even wetter because she could feel her it running down her crack and making the seat sticky with her sweetness. She slipped a finger into her own slit and toyed with her clit, fucking her slick walls with her slender fingers. Her eyes were hooded but even their half closed stated she could still see a flight attendant making her way toward them.

“Shane, stop. Incoming.” She said.

He swore but pulled away and almost laughed as he looked at her top. It was obvious what they’d been doing. Her nipples were pebbled, screaming for attention and the wet spots on the cotton had almost doubled in size making half of her breast visible too.

A red headed flight attendant looked at them incredulously but didn’t say anything about it. She was young and definitely beautiful. She offered them their beverage, which they declined, and she moved on.

Layla moved to the edge of her seat before her small hands undid his pants and slipped his dick out of his boxers. He was already mostly hard but she knew she could coax more out of him. She lowered her head and captured just the head with her lips, sucking gently at first then swirling her tongue around.

She felt him clench his muscles as he gave a low grumble and clasp her head in place, pushing more of his cock into the hot recess of her mouth. She relaxed her throat and took as much of him as she could in, bobbing her head up and down, sure she was making noisy slurping noises each time she came to the tip.

She couldn’t care less. She trailed her fingernails up his outer thigh and to the inner thing until she was softly scratching over his heavy sac. The hum of the plane was loud enough to drown out his strained grunt.

He held her head in place for a moment, urging her to suck him deeply. Her lips were almost at the base of his cock, touching his stomach and balls. Almost.

“Come on bitch. Take it all in like a good little slut.” He ordered, pulling her closer until he was completely sheathed in her throat and mouth.

Her eyes widened as she forced herself to let go. It didn’t take long until she was back lavishing him with the attention from her tongue. He held her there as long as he could before he felt the signs the he about to cum. He brought her back up. He was throbbing and pulsing, panging for release but he wouldn’t let himself yet. When he came it was going to be in Layla’s tight cunt so his jizm could run down her thighs.

He looked around at the rest of the plane and found that nothing had changed. They were all as they were the last time he looked with the exception of the flight attendants which he no longer saw. He turned his attention back to Layla and pulled her skirt up around her waist.

“I’m going lick that little pussy until you’re begging for me to fuck your brains out.” Shane said and lay down on the seat, dragging her dripping snatch up to sit on his face. She ground herself against his lips and nose while she moved to play with her tits again.

She spread her legs as wide as she could for him and he buried his lips deep, sucking her clit into his mouth. He loved the way she smelled when she was prime and this was no exception. She was already at the point where he could ram his dick into her and have them both screaming in release but he wanted her to suffer as pleasurably as he was.

He rolled his tongue around her walls and lips until she was saturated with her juices before he slipped two fingers into her steaming hole, crooking around until he found her G spot. She screamed, no longer being quiet when he found it. While he massaged her spongy button he nibbled on her clit as she rocked against him, unable to keep still.

He flipped her over so she was on her back but continued to eat her until she almost broke.

“Oh my fucking God, you know how to drive me to the edge.” She panted and quaked. “Add a third finger so it feels like a short fat cock fucking me.”

He added another digit and continued to lave her clit deliberately. She undulated against his hand until she was quivering and dangling on the precipice.

“Oh….yessssssssssssssss.” Layla said raggedly.

“You guys can’t do that here! What in the hell do you think you’re doing? This is a public freaking plane.” The red headed flight attendant said as she hovered over them with embarrassment…and arousal.

Shane was so into what he was doing he hadn’t noticed her come back with the beverage cart. The scream must have brought her. He looked at Layla’s delirious expression and knew she hadn’t heard her either. He glanced down at her winged name tag.

“Come on Heather.” He said smoothly as he glanced over his shoulder at the other guests and realized that he and Layla were the only ones still awake. “You can’t be this close to the edge and not come. We’re not disturbing anyone. We’ll keep it down.”

He reached down and pushed Layla’s skirt higher and kissed her pussy once more. She bucked against him and met Heather’s eyes.

“You can watch.” Layla said and pulled Shane’s head closer, draping one leg over his shoulder and stretching the other out even further, opening herself to him as much as she possibly could. She took her right breast out of her dress and licked her nipple. “Or join us.” She finished with a wicked smile before sucking the hard pebble into to her own mouth.

Heather looked indignant yet fascinated. “Are you kidding me? This never happens on these flights. This is so…...” She replied but didn’t move away.

“I can make you feel just as good…if you’ll let me.” Layla whispered and waived her finger invitingly.

“No! I’ve never been with…no. I’ll just leave.” Heather answered and all but ran up the aisle away from them.

“Suit yourself.” Layla said before turning her attention back to Shane but still being loud enough for Heather to hear. “Eat me good baby. Fuck me with that clever tongue.”

Shane did so, darting in and out of her steaming cunt until she was writhing. He then changed tactics and licked from her slit to her sticky ass hole. She was so slick her juices were making a small pool on the leather seat. He went back to massaging her G spot and that pushed her over the edge.

With a surprising amount of force she pushed him off of her and pressed him back into the seat. “Now. I need you to fuck me now. Hard. I want to shove your dick in my box so hard I can feel the tip in my throat.”

Layla straddled his lap and sank onto his straining cock. She groaned as he filled her, then pulled away and slid down again. She was pumping herself against him as mercilessly as she could, like a hammer to a nail. His prick was the hammer and her snatch was the nail. The hammer would always win.

His eyes were barely open but he could see Heather watching them from the dark corners of the galley. What’s more, he had caught her with her hand down her skirt. She was getting herself off to them getting off. She had shucked the hideous navy blazer the air line made her wear and could see she was curvy and lush. Her skirt was high on her thighs and her breathing was heavy and sporadic.

“We’ve got an audience.” He said through clenched teeth between strokes.

“The flight attendant?” Layla asked with a smile. “Let’s say we give her a show. Why don’t you stand up?”

She repositioned herself so that her left leg was thrown over the back of the seat, clenching her thigh muscle to hold herself almost upside down with her hips thrust in the air. Shane began pummeling her with more vigor than she could have ever managed. His balls were slapping against her ass and thighs as he buried himself to the hilt repeatedly.

“Oh my…Shane! Fuck it. Fuck me. Fucker. Fuck me hard! Don’t…ever…stop. Mother fucker! Oh yeah…..fuck it baby. Fuck my soaked pussy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oooooooo!” She said as she bit her lip to keep from screaming her string of curse words.

He knew she was getting close. She liked to say fuck right before she came. He looked back down the aisle and found Heather had hiked her skirt up to her hips and propped one leg up on the armrest of the closet seat. Her fingers were furiously working over her own pussy and he felt himself get even closer to release.

“Tell me how much you like fucking me.” Layla said.

“There is nothing better than fucking you. You have the tightest damn pussy. You taste amazing. I love it when you sit on my face. Your juicy cum gets trapped in my nasal passages and I can smell you for hours.” Shane replied on an exhale.

“Oh FUCK!” She cried out and clawed at his ass as she propelled her hips forward one final time before she convulsed around him. She put her fist in her mouth and screamed into that as she spasmed and quivered.

Shane was unrelenting and continued to pound her pussy until he too was ready. She knew he was almost there and he had wanted to find his release inside her so that it mingled with her own love juice but Layla seemed to want something else.

She flipped their positions again so he was lying down on the seat and she was above him, her mouth ready to capture his turgid shaft. She surprised him yet again and moved higher, pushing her breasts together to form a tunnel. He fucked the fleshy channel until he was giving a primal grunt with each new thrust.

“I’m going to cum. Oh fucking yeah.” Shane managed.

Layla moved down so when he lost his load, she’d get it on her lips and chin. She licked the head of his dick until his face contorted and he gave one last low moan. His cum erupted with such a force that it splattered her lips and chin but also her cheek and just above one eyebrow.

She stood and looked down the aisle and found Heather with her head tossed back, obviously having her own quiet little orgasm. When Heather faced forward again Layla smiled, brought her index finger to her chin and swiped at some of the jizm that was clinging there before sucking her finger into her mouth.

She reached into her purse, pulled out a business card and pen so she could jot something down, Shane watching her curiously. She sat back down and reached for the flight attendant button. Heather made her way over in what Layla could only describe as an eager fashion.

“Can I get you anything?” Heather asked, trying not to stare at the cum on her face.

“I can get you something. Something you know you need…and want.” Layla replied smugly and pressed the card into her hand. “But you can also get me a tissue. We seemed to have had an…incident.”

Heather hurried away looking terrified but titillated.

“What was on the card?” Shane asked curiously.

“The hotel phone number and address.” Layla said slyly.