Charlotte: the crew
From Create Your Own Story
You're flying high above the clouds and the moon is casting a beautiful light over the white sea below you.
The businessman is talking to a young couple seating a few rows in front of you. You walk to the rear of the plane.
The stewardess that greeted you on the plane is on her knees trying to reach for something in one of the lower compartments. Her ass tightly fitting her dress is yours to admire.
"Excuse me"
She bolts and hits her head. She turns to you massaging her head.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I was wondering if I could get an extra blanket. It's pretty cold back there..."
You lock you eyes into hers.
"... I'm pretty cold"
You offer her your hand. She grabs it and stands.
You move closer, cornering her to the wall.
"Maybe, it's not a blanket I need..."
She smiles entranced.
"Maybe not" she replies, moving closer.
You can smell her cheap perfume. Her dark hair is over your face. Her hands move to the back of your head. Her tongue tries to part your lips.
"Kate, something weird is happening back there..." A male voice in your back.
"Don't be a stranger Steve, join us, the more the merrier" Kate says.
You turn around to discover the typical California surfer: blond, great body, empty eyes.
Your hand grabs him by the neck preventing from saying anything, you drag him closer and absorb his willpower. Kate is licking your neck.
Your pussy needs to be filled.
You release your partners and remove your clothes.
Steve draws the curtains isolating the three of you from the rest of the plane.
The brunette unbuttons her shirt.
You open Steve's zipper, freeing his dick from its pants.
Not bad you think.
The stewardess takes off her skirt.
You go down on her exposing your rear to the assaults of Steve's organ.
"This is your captain speaking, please go back to your seats and fasten your seat belts we are entering a zone of turbulences."
"Hell yeah" you say before burying your fangs in Kate's soft breasts
The newly turned Kate and Steve look at you with anticipation.
Who will you do now?
The pilot or the remaining passengers?
