Info - dom Timothée, pantie gag, unprotected sex, stewardess reader, potential breeding kink, dick Timothée, slight intox, mile high club, Italian sweat word, degrading, hair pulling, biting
"Stop whining you pathetic slut," He whispered in my ear. The devil on my shoulder had been telling me to give into this charming man the whole flight, as immoral as it was. The angel on my other shoulder was even intrigued with how beautiful he was.
"Take this," he growled as his cock plunged in and out of me. I was whimpering like a dog until his shoved my own panties into my mouth.
"Taste the fucking wet stains you left while thinking of me," Timothée growled. I shuddered.
The bathroom was small so I was completely smashed against the wall as he fucked me from behind.
"Uh, uh, uh," I moaned. He wrapped my hair around his hand and yanked my head to the side. His eager lips were marking my neck, sometimes teeth would rake against the soft flesh.
"You wanted this so bad," he taunted me.
"Uh, huh," I agreed, still gagged. I felt dazed from the sent and taste of my own slick.
"Wanted to be a cock drunk little whore. Joining the mile high club with the biggest dick on the plane. You walk around in that slutty outfit and thought I wouldn't bend you over and take this cunt?" He was still slamming into me. His cock was thick and long and I nearly had tears in my eyes from the pleasure.
"Wanted my babies swimming around in side you huh? Wanted to feel cum swollen and trying to keep it all inside you as you walk around and serve your little drinks?" He crooned in my ear. He was panting, and his voice was gravelly. I didn't know how he thrusted so deep in this small space. I was voraciously hungry for him.
"Please!" I cried in a muffled tone. He chuckled darkly.
"Take this," he whispered, stopping his movements for a moment. He poured a small bottle of alcohol down my mouth. I felt the liquid settle in my belly. The warmth of the drink mixed with the warmth in my core.
I felt more pliable, more used with every moment. I adored it. I wanted my insides to permanently be the shape of him. I was just a fucked out little sex doll as I came. My desperate cunt was grabbing at his dick as if begging him never to pull out.
My eyes rolled back in my skull as he released inside me. He grunted and violently shoved his hips forward. Without even moving in the end, he'd shot his huge load inside me.
"We will soon be landing in Venice, Italy, please fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing," said the over head voice.
I turned to the cocky actor. He was smirking at me as he pulled up his jeans and zipped them.
"C-can I have your number?" I asked in a breathless voice.
He stood, leaning against the wall. His eyes dragged up and down my body slowly. I could tell I was used and useless to him now. For some odd reason, I didn't mind.
"Nah, got a whole week in Venice," he said smugly. "Can't go back to pussy I've already ruined."
"See yah, Puttana," he winked. He smirked at the way I closed my legs, desperately trying to keep his cum inside me. He blew me a kiss before leaving the bathroom.
