“Yes! Do you always fuck your passengers in the bathroom?” I asked.
“Only the beautiful ones,” Sarai said and started to unbutton her vest. Her shirt followed, slipping to the floor of the lavatory revealing a strapless, leopard print bra that clasped in the front. The bra matched the panties I glimpsed up her skirt, earlier. I reached out and freed her tits. They were plump and full, so I rubbed my face between them, enjoying her silky skin. I found a hard, dark nipple and sucked it into my mouth. “Umm, that’s nice,” moaned Sarai.
I kissed down her stomach and she giggled as I tongued her cute bellybutton. My hands slid down her hips, down her legs, and then raised her skirt so it bunched about her hips. Her leopard print panties were wet with desire, pulled tight so I could see her delicious cameltoe. I breathed in her arousal, an intoxicating musk. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her pussy was shaved bare, vulva glistening with sticky juices. For a moment a gleaming line of girl cum linked pussy and panties before it snapped. Her pussy was beautiful, clit hard and throbbing, vulva red with passion.
Thank you, Lord, for this bounty, I prayed silently, then feasted on her womanhood. My tongue wiggled in to her tight slit and found resistance.
“You’re a virgin!” I gasped, in surprise.
“A good Muslim girl saves herself for marriage,” Sarai answered, rotely.
“Allah doesn’t have a problem with fingering another woman?” I asked, suspiciously.
She giggled. “No more than Jesus has a problem with you eating another woman’s cunt.” The minx had me there.
I found it exciting to eat out a virgin’s cunt, even if she was only technically a virgin. I could not fuck my tongue deeply into her pussy as I would like, so I settled for lapping along her labia, drinking her musky flavor. My thumb found her hard little clit and rubbed it in fast, hard circles as devoured her sex while Sarai gasped and grounded, tits heaving with excitement.
“Oh yes,” Sarai moaned quietly, “eat my virgin cunt! Oh, fuck, you’re tongue feels amazing on my virgin pussy.” She panted hard, and, as her orgasm approached, she lost her English, chanting in Arabic, “Elhas kussi! Elhas kussi! Sharmoota elhas kussi!” Musky cream flooded my mouth, drenching my face with her passion and I drank her bounty. She was panting, eyes closed, and whispered, “That was amazing!”
I smiled as I rose kissed her. She eagerly licked her musk off my face. God had delivered me a virgin, and I was excited to take my reward. I reached for my purse. She eyed me curious as I rooted around in my beaded purse then pulled out a small, purple dildo and the strap-on harness. Fear quickened in her eye, and she backed away from me as I pulled the strap-on up my slender legs.
“We should be leaving,” Sarai said, licking her lips, nervously. “The other passenger’s might be awake.”
I adjusted the straps, making sure the dildo rubbed on my hard clit, and the smiled hungrily at her. “I thought you said you were here to satisfy me?”
“Please, miss.” Sarai backed up, bumping into the door.
I reached back behind my neck, undoing the lacings that held my dress up. The fabric fell away, exposing my small, perky breasts. Sarai swallowed, staring lustfully at my hard nipples. I stepped forward and Sarai flinched as the dildo touched her stomach. Another step, and our breasts brushed together; pale tits kissing dark breasts.
“Don’t you want to stop being a good Muslim girl?” I asked, leaning in to kiss her. “Don’t you want to be bad?”
“I-I,” she stuttered.
I slid the dildo between her legs, rubbing up against her slick cunt. “Don’t you want to experience all the pleasure Allah gave you?” I kissed her neck, and slid the dildo up and just into her pussy, pressing gently against her hymen. “Your pussy was made to be fucked, and it feels so amazing when a hard object fills you up.” I licked her ears, whispering, “Aren’t you getting wet, thinking about my dildo fucking your cunt.”
She shook her head, trying to wiggle away from my invading dildo.
“Just admit you want a beautiful woman to take your virginity! To make you a dirty, filthy, lesbian whore!”
She looked at me, tears shining in her eyes. “Allah, forgive me,” she whispered and nodded her head.
“Say it!” I hissed. “Tell me to make you my lesbian whore.”
“Please,” she whispered hoarsely. “Please fuck my virgin cunt! Please make me your lesbian whore!”
She gasped as I fucked the hard piece of plastic through her hymen, the dildo rubbing pleasantly on my clit. I fucked Sarai hard and fast and she moaned delightfully into my ear. The door rattled from the force of our fucking. Just outside this door, two men slept. They could wake up at any moment. Or another stewardess could discovers us, or even the pilot. We could be found out at any moment and that made the sex even hotter.
“Oh, fuck!” Sarai gasped loudly. “Oh, fuck my pussy. Oh, this so amazing!”
“If you keep being so loud, someone’s going to hear,” I whispered in her ear as I fucked her. “Unless, you want to be caught. You want to show the world that your a bad, little Muslim girl. A dirty, whorish lesbian.”
“Yes!” she hissed and shuddered as she came on the dildo. “I’m a dirty, lesbian slut. I love sucking tits and eating cunts!”
For an hour, we fucked in the bathroom. I fucked her, bent over the toilet. Then she put on the strap-on and sat on the toilet, and I rode her hard while she sucked on my tits. She fucked me up the ass and I had an amazing orgasm. Finally, both of us satiated, we dressed, cleaned up and slipped out of the bathroom. The other two First Class passengers were still asleep, snoring loudly. We slipped into seats in the back of first class and spent the rest of the flight making out, fingering each other to shuddering orgasms, both of us trying not to make any noise. Thank the Lord the other passengers were such heavy sleepers.
“Ladies and gentleman, we are starting to make our approach to Sea-Tac International,” the Pilot announced over the intercom. “Please put your seat backs to their full, upright position and fasten your seatbelt.”
Sarai got up to check the other two passengers, waking them up and making sure they put on their seatbelts. When she reached me, she bent down and slipped her hand inside my bodice, squeezing my breast momentarily. “Miss, please fasten your seatbelt,” she said in a brisk, professional tone. When she pulled her hand out, she left a business card for the Sea-Tac Holiday Inn pressed against my breast. On the back was written, “I have a 48 hour layover. If you wanna have fun, ask for me at the front desk, Sarai.”
I smiled to myself. Providence has laid the next step in my journey, and it was going to be a pleasant one.
I awoke alone, sunlight streaming through the large windows, bedroom windows and glass, sliding door.
I reached for Mary and found her side of the bed empty. I sat up, looking around. I was in the master bedroom of the house I “borrowed” from Brandon Fitzsimmons. Thanks to the Pact I made with the Devil, people had to do what I told them. I also “borrowed” his wife, a hot Latina named Desiree, making her my second sex slave, along with the teenage slut, Allison. I rubbed sleep from my eye. It was late when I finally tried to sleep, nearly 3 AM. I glanced at the cloak and groaned to see it was 7:34 AM. Fuck that’s early. I thought about rolling back to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to last night.
When Mary and I got in last night it was nearly one in the morning, we slipped into bed and talked about what happened. Mary had made her pact with the Devil, like I had days earlier. And then the Devil handed me this red crystal that glowed with scarlet light, and told me if I was ever in trouble to hold up the crystal and say, “Lilith, appear before me.” A fear clenched at my stomach. Why would I need this. Mary sensed my fear, and so we talked and theorized what the Devil meant, What danger lay before us. And who or what was Lilith.
“That name is familiar,” Mary had murmured, snuggled naked against me. “I think its from Vampire: The Masquerade.”
“Wait, what?” I asked, starring incredulously at her. “You played that?”
Mary laughed. “Yeah, there was a six months or so in my junior year of high school that I really got into Twilight. And a friend introduced me to the local Vampire: the Masquerade Coven and I spent Tuesdays and Thursday nights LARPing as the Vampiress Damona.”
“Wow,” I grinned, amused. “You LARPed.”
“Yeah,” she admitted, sounding slightly embarrassed. “Although, we just hung out and dressed in just the awfullest black clothing and wore too much black makeup. With my pale skin I looked like a corpse. Which I guess was the point, but I never really liked it. ”
“I don’t know,” I said, “I bet you were real sexy as a goth.” I pictured Mary, black dress contrasting to her pale skin. Black lipstick staining her lips and her auburn hair aiding an exciting splash of color, draped over one shoulder and falling down into her cleavage.
“Anyway,” she said, frowning at me. “I’m pretty sure Lilith was the mother of monsters, or something like that. Some demon, or something like that. One of the cults had something to do with her.”
I got my smart phone out and googled Lilith. “Huh,” reading the Wikipedia page. “She was a Canaanite goddess and, according to Jewish mythology, was Adam’s first wife but refused to submit to his authority so he divorced her and married Eve.”
“Good for her,” Mary said.
The fact I initially used my powers to control Mary was still a sore subject between us, so I didn’t rise to her bait, and continued reading, “Then she became the mother of monsters and a succubus.”
“Just like I said,” pointed out Mary.
“Sorry if I didn’t want to trust Vampire: The Masquerade for my information,” I apologized, testily.
“Just Wikipedia.”
“It’s pretty reliable,” I said defensively. “Fine, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”
“Good,” she said, nodding and smiling.. “As long as you remember that I’m always right, things will go smoothly for you, Mark.”
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