Written by Southlander

BDSM
23/03/2017


Your heart races with anticipation as your flight taxi’s to a halt outside the terminal building.

You know your sir waits inside. With plans for your weekend. That you know nothing about yet.

You scramble to get your bag from the overhead locker, and be first in line to get off the plane, not an easy feat in your tiny black skirt, tight white blouse and 3 inch heels, but you must not keep your master waiting.

You stretch up to get your bag but its moved during flight and is out of your reach, your skirt riding up your arse as you stand on your toes.

The very attractive young African man still seated in the opposite row, who has been watching you out the corner of his eye for the entire flight, now has a very clear view of your panty-less arse and exposed pussy lips, and immediately stands to assist.

“Allow me” he says as he reaches over the top of you, grinding his rapidly building erection into your arse.

He reaches further, pushing further into your back, pushing you off balance so you have to push back to stop from falling over.

You have to push back on his cock.

His now completely hard cock,

Feeling it rub your arse through his levi’s.

“My god, Its huge, that thing must be a foot long”, you think.

He finally reaches your bag and pulls away, handing it to you, leaving you slightly flushed, and very wet.

“Thank you”

“My pleasure ma’am” he says in a heavy Kenyan accent, “my pleasure”.

You feel the juices from your overheated pussy start to leak out as you clamp your thighs together to stop them running down your leg.

He notices and lets out a small laugh.

“Marcus” he says as he holds out his hand.

“Red” you offer back, taking his hand.

“Very pleased to meet you” he says as he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it.

A small moan escapes your lips as your pussy gushes fresh juice down your inner thighs.

You turn around to join the queue as he does the same thing behind you.

You are third in the line, and as the inevitable crush of impatient traveller's develops, you feel him behind you once more.

Grinding his massive cock, his massive Black cock, into your back.

Someone at the back pushes forward, and he grabs your hips to prevent you falling into the woman in front.

You look down and see two giant black hands wrapped around your hips, slowly lowering to your upper thighs, pulling you back into him, as he starts to dry fuck you through his jeans.

His long fingers reach round to tease your mound through your skirt, slowly lifting it, inch at a time.

Your pussy is on fire, and your head swimming with desire.

The door finally opens and the line surges forward, allowing him the opportunity to quickly reach under your skirt and run his forefinger along your pussy lips, scooping up the moisture forming there, and withdrawing.

You just know that he bought that finger to his lips and sucked your juices into his mouth.

Savouring your taste, like a fine wine

As you exit the plane he is stopped by the hostess, and asked to wait.

Maybe she has plans for him…

I watch through the window as you walk across the tarmac.

I can see from your flushed look, your red cheeks, the tight way you’re walking, that something has excited you.

Turned you on.

I look behind you, scanning the line, looking for who, or what the reason might be.

I see no one, or nothing that stands out from the crowd.

A line of ordinary people on an ordinary day, but as I glance up at the plane I catch a fleeting glimpse of a hostess in a deep embrace with a very black man.

Hmmm…..

As you enter the building I see you scanning the terminal. Looking for me. But I have remained just out of site, so I can watch.

Watch your anxiety grow as you begin to wonder if I’m here to pick you up.

I watch as you wait at the baggage carousel, searching for a familiar face. My familiar face.

You begin to pale as you wait, thinking that I’m not here.

“Where is he? He wouldn’t bring me all the way down here just to leave me in the airport. Would he”??

Just as you begin to think the worst, you spot the man from the plane enter the terminal, clothing slightly dishevelled, and your face immediately flushes over again.

“all is not lost” you think. “if sir isn’t here, there is an alternative”

I see the flash of colour return to your face and I scan for the reason why.

Out the corner of my eye I see a tall, well built young black man walking towards you.

The same black man I seen on the plane with the hostess a few minutes ago.

“Aha, gotcha” I think. “Punishment for that will be served later”.

It’s time to make my presence known.

I come out from my secluded spot and make a path to intercept you, just as the black man is about to reach for your hand.

He quickly withdraws as he sees me, and walks off to the side.

You turn around and I am there. Right behind you, reaching past you, to pick up your bag as it travels by.

to be continued....