Robert Vickers

The Unwilling Stewardess

Chapter One

“Come on, baby, suck my cock,” the man said. He grinned lewdly at Louise. The stewardess fought hard to keep a look of sheer contempt and loathing off her face.

This was what she hated the most about being a stewardess. They had been told that male passengers would make sexual advances and that they must never rebuke them. They had to smile, but firmly turn them down. Louise brushed back a strand of her lustrous blonde hair and her blue eyes glared at him.

“That’s not allowed, sir. All we can serve is coffee, tea or milk. What will it be?”

“You, baby. I told you. See?” he asked, pointing to the huge bulge at his crotch. “See what you do to me. I bet those soft lips of yours can really give a guy like me the best head ever. Come on and get that mouth down onto my pecker. I’m gonna go mad if you don’t start giving me a blow-job soon.”

“And if you don’t shut up,” she said tartly, “I’ll have the pilot land at the next field we come to and have you arrested for indecent public behavior.”

“Hell, Blondie,” he said, smirking. “We don’t have to do it in public. We can go into one of those dipshit johns in the back of the plane.”

“My name is Louise. I’ve been trained to serve the passengers in any way I can. But I’ve also been trained to avoid passengers like you. If you have a legitimate request, just press the call button.”

She felt him turn as she walked off. His eyes burned at her back. She tried not to wiggle her ass which was tightly wrapped in her thin skirt. Louise cursed under her breath. Why did the airlines have to make her wear such tight clothes? It only incited wolves like that man to make lewd requests of her.

“God,” she sighed when she reached the service station in the center of the plane, “I’ve about had it with that guy. He wants me to suck him off.”

“Yeah,” said Vanessa, “I’m having problems with a guy up in first class, too. He wants to get into my pants so bad he keeps stepping on his tongue. God, what is it this time? Some sort of a sex maniac convention aboard?”

“I haven’t had any problems,” said the third stewardess. Darlene brushed her dark hair from her eyes as she removed more liquor from the cabinet. “Maybe they don’t care for the tall, fashion-model types like me.”

“Bullshit,” said Louise. “If you went by either of them, you’d be getting the full treatment. Sometimes I wonder why I bother with this job.”

“Pay’s good,” said Darlene.

“Yeah, but sleeping over in hotels is a drag, getting pinched on the ass is a drag, having my period all messed up going back and forth across a dozen time zones is a drag. Everything is.”

“Come on,” said Vanessa, “you can’t mean you’d ever pass up a hunk like you got out in San Francisco. He was really something. I bet he was hung like an elephant, too. Did you fuck all night? It sure seemed like it the way you wobbled around the next morning.”

“We had fun. Let’s leave it at that,” said Louise primly. “I’d better get back to my friend who wants me to give him more service than he’s paid for.”

Louise smiled brightly as she made her rounds, checking to be sure everyone was reading or asleep or had a drink in their hand. It kept the passengers from thinking about flying at 35,000 feet in air so cold it would freeze them instantly if they stepped outside.

By the time she got back to the johns at the rear of the plane, she felt she had done something deserving a medal. She had managed to get past the guy who wanted a blowjob. But something bothered her about that. Turning, the blonde stewardess saw that his seat was vacant. The man had gone somewhere.

She found out quickly where that was.

The door of the john opened and he said, “Come on in and join me.”

“Really! This is… “

She almost went faint with fright at the sight of the gun he held in his hand.

“Yeah, baby, you’re gonna come on in and suck on ole Remington’s cock. Just like I asked you to do before. But I’m not asking you polite, I’m telling you.”

“You… you wouldn’t dare fire. The bullet would depressurize the cabin and kiss us all.”

“You’ve been watching too many movies, baby. All that’d happen would be those silly little oxygen masks would come down. You can’t suffocate at 35,000 feet. Not in a few seconds. And that’s all it would take the pilot to get us down into breathable atmosphere.”

“You wouldn’t shoot me?” The stewardess felt woozy, the plane slowly spinning around her. She realized she had gone as white as a sheet and might keel over at any second.

“Get in here,” he said. He jerked her savagely into the tiny cubicle. She felt herself pressed hard against the wall. There was barely room inside for the both of them. Louise had always had the fantasy of being fucked inside one of these airborne johns, but she’d never joined the Five Mile High Club, those who had fucked at an altitude over 30,000 feet.

She guessed she was going to join it — and not willingly.

“Get on down to your knees,” He shoved her down. Her face brushed across the front of his smelly shirt and past his crotch. She averted her head to keep from pressing her lips into the bulge at his fly.

“Don’t do this to me. It… it’s a federal crime. You can do a long time in jail for making me do this.”

“You’re breaking my heart, Blondie. All I want from you is your mouth on my cock. I don’t want any backtalk.”

“You can’t get away with this. You can’t!” Louise felt her voice rising hysterically. She would be screaming in another few seconds. She just couldn’t keep herself cool and calm like the training manual told her.

He slapped her hard with his palm. The ringing blow snapped her head to one side and she banged her head against the thin metal wall of the stall, she lifted her hand to her injured face, startled.

She wasn’t frightened. She wasn’t shocked. She was surprised. It didn’t seem possible that this could be happening, and the pain of the blow he had given her had erased almost everything from her mind. Blankly, she stared up at the man.

He must have recognized her condition. He sat down on the john and spread his legs on either side of her body. He pointed to his fly with the muzzle of his gun, motioning her to get going with the blow-job.

“All right,” she said numbly. “Whatever you want.”

“Good. And don’t forget I’ve got the gun. I’ll blow your fucking brains out if you try anything like biting my cock off. You’ll be deader than a doornail if I lose control the least bit.” He pulled back the hammer on the heavy revolver. The sound made an ominous clicking noise in the cramped stall.

“Don’t kill me,” she said in a weak voice.

“I won’t. If you get to it. Start sucking on my cock.”

She reached out with shaking hands to pull down the man’s zipper. She was startled when he reached out with his free hand and grabbed her slender wrists, holding her with one meaty hand.

“Use your mouth. Only your mouth. No hands.”

“But…” Louise swallowed hard as she saw the gun swinging back around to aim directly between her blue eyes. She felt faint again but she didn’t pass out. The pain in her wrists prevented that. He was crushing her hands with a brutal strength that wasn’t to be argued with.

She swallowed again and lowered her head to his filthy jeans. Her tongue hesitantly moved out against the coppery metal zipper tab. She teased it up and got it between her teeth. Gritting her teeth, she tossed her head and got the zipper down its track with a harsh, grating sound.

His cock came leaping out to stand at rigid attention. She backed off for a second and simply stared at it. She couldn’t believe the size. The other girls had joked about her last boyfriend being hung like an elephant. But this man was. His prick jutted up a good eight inches and part of it was still hidden inside the denim folds of his jeans.

“Quite a pecker, isn’t it? And that’s why I knew you were going to love sucking me off. You’re a pretty chick. You deserve the best and this is it.”

His hips jerked upward off the stool and toward her face. She felt the cold metal barrel of the gun alongside her head, warning her not to do anything wrong. The blonde stewardess bent forward, her lips trembling as they touched the crown of his quivering cock. She normally liked giving head.

But not under circumstances like these. The man might just pull the trigger and blow her brains out when he came. She would have to be careful. And he wasn’t allowing her any freedom at all. Doing this in a cramped stall was bad enough; it wasn’t sexy like she’d thought it would be. Being forced to do it took all the thrill away.

“Ungh, God, yeah, your mouth’s everything I thought it would be,” he said. He kept his strong grip on her wrists, pulling her arms up over her blonde head. “Now, use your tongue. I bet a chick like you sucks off a lot of men aboard these planes. It’s about time old Remington got some of the mouth-love for the price of his ticket.”

The muzzle of his gun moved around so that it pressed into the back of her head. She didn’t dare pull back now. The thick purple knob on top of his cock throbbed and grew larger. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have loved the taste of his cock bucking against her tongue.

The smell of an aroused male usually turned her on. Thick male musk odors were enough to make her mouth — and pussy — begin to drool. But she didn’t like men coming in her mouth. She preferred to suck their cocks until they were so hot and horny they could hardly stand it, then have them really fuck her.

That was the way she liked it. Louise realized what she wanted didn’t matter now. What the man with the gun told her to do was the law.

Her tongue swirled around the tip of his prick, stroking and teasing along the cleft head and working against the tiny flap of skin dangling beneath. This was the most sensitive portion of his prick and she attacked with her rough, darting tongue hoping to get him off fast.

If she could end this in a hurry, she might be able to get to the pilot and tell him what was happening. That would end everything for this stud. He would be arrested the instant they landed.

But it was still oral rape. And she couldn’t do a damned thing to prevent it, not with the gun resting so cold and hard against the side of her head. The blonde began bobbing her face up and down on his prick, slowly face-fucking herself. This seemed to arouse the man even more. She felt his prick stiffen until it was like a rod of hot steel in her mouth.

“Good, Blondie, you suck cock real good. Now give it all to me. Everything. The whole works.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. But she sucked even harder, her cheeks going hollow from the suction. She cradled his cock in her curling tongue so that she roughly caressed the underside of his prick as it fucked into her face.

This got him really going. He lifted his hips up off the stool, jamming her face full of cock. She almost gagged when he tried to get his prick all the way down her throat.

“No,” she gasped. “Not that!”

“I want to deep-throat you. I don’t give a flying fuck if you ain’t Linda Lovelace. If you can’t take a man’s cock all the way down your throat, it’s high time you learned.”

He released her hands but immediately grabbed a handful of lustrous blonde hair and pulled her face back to his smelly crotch. His hips jabbed out and she felt the rubbery tip of his cock bounce off the roof of her mouth. His huge fuck-stick surged past her tonsils and lodged firmly in her throat.

Louise panicked. She couldn’t breathe. All her air was cut off by his huge cock berthed so securely in her throat. Swallowing convulsively, she felt her throat spasming against the underside of his prick. This seemed to arouse him more than anything else she’d done.

“Good, oh, shiiiiiit! Is it ever good. I knew this was going to be my lucky day. Just keep going, Blondie, and we’ll get along great together. Oh, shit!”

She was passing out from lack of air. She almost gagged to death before he allowed her to back away. Panting harshly, she watched the gusts from her nostrils rustle through his tangled bush. She guessed it stimulated him even more. The way his prick bucked told her he was having a hard time keeping back the fiery flood of his jism.

Her agile tongue wiped off a drop of bitter pre-cum beading at the end of his prick. She almost gagged on this, turning and spitting it out. But the cold barrel of the gun alongside her head kept her mouth firmly fastened on the end of his pecker.

“That’s the way,” he encouraged. “You’re sucking like a pro. I guess everything they say about you chicks what fly up here’s true, huh? You all put out for the pilots. Those clowns get the best of everything, don’t they? Not this time. This time I’m getting the best. The best goddamn head I ever felt!”

She sucked a little harder and tried to ram her tongue down the piss-slit. It wasn’t possible; she knew that. But the attempt made him moan even louder and he began shoving his hips into her face. She let him face-fuck her. That was all she could do with that gun threatening her life.

Louise just hoped he didn’t pull the trigger when he got his rocks off. That might kill her.

Frightened at the prospect, she sucked even harder. Her tongue went berserk around his cock. She felt his prick swelling up with more and more aroused blood until her lips were stretched to the splitting point. She hadn’t thought it was possible for any man to have a cock this huge.

In a bizarre way, she almost wished he would fuck her. She wanted to feel his huge cock in her pussy. That might be a real turn-on. But this wasn’t, not with the man threatening to blow her head off if she stopped sucking on his prick.

“Go, Blondie, go! Suck me off!”

She used her teeth against his cock just enough to thrill him. This made blood hammer even harder into his prick.

“Oh, shiiit!” he cried.

The tiny toilet stall echoed with his cries as his prick erupted a creamy load of jism into her mouth. She wanted to back off and let him spew out his come onto the floor. But the strong hand at the back of her head forced her to keep her mouth wrapped around his fountaining cock.

She swallowed hard and found that his cum wasn’t all that bad. The salty, tangy taste sort of turned her on. Or it would have if he hadn’t been forcing her to give him the blow-job. The threat of the gun still remained. She cast furtive glances to the side to see if the gun was pointed at her temple.

He didn’t fire. And she quickly licked the last of his hot cum from his limp cock. The woman was released and collapsed back against the door of the stall, panting, terrified, helpless. The sight of that gun kept her from screaming in fright.

“Hey, open up in there,” came a command from outside. “What the hell’s going on in there?”

Louise didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Help had come too late.

Chapter Two

“You come out from there,” said Vanessa through the thin door of the toilet. “I’m warning you. I’ll get the captain back here if you don’t open up right away!”

“Open the fucking door,” Remington said, leaning back, his prick still dangling out. He lifted the gun and fondled the trigger enough to make Louise even more nervous than she was.

“I can’t. It opens inwards. The door. I… I have to stand up.”

“So stand up and open the door.”

She didn’t have to be told not to do anything silly like trying to warn her friend about the gun. Louise opened the door and pushed it back hard against the wall. This allowed her body to swing away and reveal Remington and the gun.

Vanessa gasped. Louise wasn’t sure if it was the limp prick that got to her or the gun. She might not have responded at all if Remington hadn’t bluntly ordered her to step in.

“Now that we’re all one big happy family here, why don’t you tuck my little friend away. Blondie’s already sucked all the juice out of him.” Louise couldn’t see the expression on Vanessa’s face. She was pinned against the wall of the john, listening to the soft rush of cold air just inches outside the plane’s hull.

“Better do it, Vanessa,” she said. “He’ll kill you if you don’t.”