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.”