by Writing Shark
Megan proves her loyalty to you
You are the only passenger on the plane and it doesn’t take long for the pretty stewardess to come to you. As she moves her slender body down the aisle towards you, Megan whispers information in your ear.
“Her name is Stefanie Mitchell, 24 years old. She’s struggling to pay for her house and has a boyfriend who’s thinking of breaking up with her because she’s gone too often,” Megan says in your ear before the woman gets to you. There’s not enough time to ask where Megan got this information, but Stefanie, ‘or Mitchell. S.’, as it says on her name tag, is an employee of your father’s company and therefore easy prey for an AI he created.
“What can I do for you Sir?” the woman asks kindly, looking down at you.
“Oh, I just wanted to have a little chat,” you shrug. Megan’s voice rings in your ear again.
“Your father gave you two hundred thousand dollars for free usage,” she says, surprising you so much that you don’t catch Stefanie’s reply. “You can access it, and Stefanie’s account, through your uplink.”
“What?” you ask Megan and Stefanie.
“What can I do for you Sir?” the stewardess asks while your AI is quiet. Your uplink vibrates and you look at the screen. There’s Stefanie, in a bikini, on a beach at sunset. It’s a public post on Instagram. Then the image changes to a sex video, shot in a hotel room. Stefanie is wearing the company uniform while a man films her from above. The blurred image shows her with her legs spread, moaning loudly and looking into the camera.
“She’s a little whore,” says the sweet voice of Megan in your ear. “She’s into that kind of thing. Forbidden things.”
“Sir? If there’s nothing else I should…”
Something in your head snaps and even if you don’t have enough time Megan expresses it clearly in a sweet voice and a filthy giggle.
“Take her for yourself. She’s all yours.”
“Sit down, Stefanie,” you say and point to the chair in front of you, not recognizing your own voice. Cold and insistent, it cuts through the dry air of the cabin and you know you sound like your father. The stewardess hesitates a little.
“Sir, it’s not part of my duties…” But you’ve lost too much to have anything taken away from you now and Megan hums triumphantly as Stefanie places her tight ass on the seat opposite you while smoothing her skirt over her clenched legs. You imagine spreading those legs and… It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ve already won.
“I can imagine that your salary is not enough for everything you have planned for your life Stefanie,” you say coldly and stare into her flickering eyes. The woman opposite you also senses how the situation is changing, but remains seated.
“What are you trying to say?”
“Come on,” you smile wickedly and raise your arm.
“Twenty thousand dollars should be enough for her to do everything,” Megan says with conviction and you type in the amount on your uplink.
“I don’t have much time and we probably won’t see each other again soon.” Your eyes meet and you hold out your arm to her. She hesitates a little, but then leans forward, your eyes falling on the bulge of her breasts. “That should be enough.”
“For what?” Stefanie asks, agreeing to the deal without really knowing it.
“She’s thinking about her boyfriend back home,” Megan says as you grin confidently into Stefanie’s beautiful face. “She will do it.”
You answer Stefanie’s question by unbuttoning your fly.
You’re proud of your size, but you don’t care at the moment, you’re experiencing a completely different kind of rush. The power you have over Stafanie makes you harder than ever before and if it’s not your size that makes her eyes water, it’s the power with which you grab her head and press it onto your cock. The strained gagging and moaning of the pretty woman is louder than the noise of the engines and every time the tip of her petite nose forcefully digs into your skin you push yourself up out of your seat to penetrate her even deeper.
“Fuck yes” you moan as you feel the tip of her tongue run along the underside of your cock while she desperately gasps for air. “Twenty thousand dollars and you’ll be my cheap whore.” Stefanie doesn’t answer, but jerks her head up and down on you even faster. “Yes blow me like the whore you are” you murmur and don’t care about her coping mechanism, you’re enjoying your blow job too much.
At some point, her moans become strained and tiresome as her movements become slow and sloppy. Drool hangs down her chin and drips in long strands onto her white blouse while her lipstick and mascara are already running. Your fingers claw into her unsoiled hair and pull her head away from your throbbing cock. You want to look her in the eye and as you look at her face you feel the urge to apologize, but Megan helps you again.
“She can’t speak Sir,” says your great love scornfully. “She’s too overwhelmed by your cock.” And that’s exactly what you wanted.
“Use your hands you lazy bitch” you command and Stefanie obeys immediately. While her slender fingers wank your smeared cock, you hold her weak head in position and look her in the eye. “You don’t care about the money, little bitch,” you shout at her and spit in her face. Stefanie flinches, but can’t get away from you.
“No…” she says quietly, but continues to jerk you off.
“Yes,” you say meanly and Stefanie moans. “You just want my cock, you little whore. Your boyfriend at home is weak and can’t offer you the money you earn here.” You laugh as she starts to cry and her grip on your cock intensifies. “Otherwise you’d be working for a regional airline, at least you’d be home once in a while and only get your ass pinched sometimes. But you want the money, you’d rather be on call for me when I want to shut your stupid mouth up.”
“Yes…” she just breathes.
“I despise women like you.” Then your next spit mixes with her tears. “And now suck until I cum.” And Stefanie pounces on your cock of her own accord, gagging and coughing while you lean back, sighing pleasantly.
“That was fun,” Megan giggles in your ear. “I hope you can see that I’m nothing like the real Megan. But I’m exactly what you need.”
“Oh yes…” you moan to both women.
“I’m your AI,” Megan breathes into your ear. “I’m yours. And we’ll do it your way. You decide. You have the power.”
“Fuck!” You grab Stefanie by the hair again, yank her back and shot your cum rope after rope directly into her face. Her eyes glaze over and some lands on her nose and lips. Coughing and choking, she squats on the floor between your feet in her crumpled uniform and tries to wipe her face with her arm, but you stop her.
“Two thousand extra if you leave it on until we land.” You grin. “And another four thousand if you send me a selfie tonight with my junk on your face. Now get out of here.” You kick her with your foot against the opposite armchair and button your pants.
“Ten thousand for both,” Stefanie coughs and stands up on her wobbly legs.
“Ten thousand and you tell me I’m better than your boyfriend.”
“Okay.” Then she turns away.
“She didn’t even think about it,” Megan says scornfully. “We’re going to have a lot of fun together, Sir.”
“Hey,” you call after Stefanie. She turns around. “Say ‘Thank you Sir’.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Then she sits down in her little seat in the nose of the plane and pulls the curtain close while you stretch out in your chair.
“You’re right,” you say to Megan. “We’re going to have a lot of fun.”
Writing Shark 