Solo Flight (Part 3)

At that split second the lights in the first class cabin came back on, and there, standing directly in front of Joe were Trish and Brenda, only now they were dressed completely differently. From head to toe, Trish was now decked out in tight, black leather. A glance over at Brenda revealed that she too was completely encased in black leather. Both women were also brandishing long, black bullwhips, and gigantic black rubber strap-on dildos. "Well, my little slut, the problem is that you don't have a cock in your mouth!" Brenda continued. With those words, she stood on the seats either side of Joe, straddling his lap, and rammed her 10" cock all the way down his throat. She continued her violent thrusts, against Joe's muffled cries of resistance, until blood began to dribble from the side of his mouth. During her assault, she kept berating him verbally. "What's the matter, bitch, not used to sucking a cock so big? You'd better get used to it, you'll be doing a lot of it in the next little while!" Trish had settled in a seat across from Joe, and was sitting back enjoying another big Cuban cigar, and rubbing herself under her massive strap-on. All she could see was Brenda's full ass slamming back and forth against Joe's face. She, too, joined in the verbal abuse. "Our little slut seems to like sucking your cock, Brenda, his tiny little dick is getting hard!" As she continued to play with her engorged clitoris, she puffed madly on the huge stogie, and before long she was looking for somewhere to dump her ashes. "Excuse me, Brenda, but I'll need to use the ashtray now." she said calmly. Brenda was beginning to tire of fucking Joe's lifeless mouth anyway, and gladly dismounted and stood back to watch her cohort take over. Trish stood and strutted over to Joe, her cigar clenched between her teeth. "Open up, ashtray", she barked as she yanked on his hair, forcing his mouth open. She started tapping her ashes onto his waiting tongue before laughing and saying, "What the fuck? We've got plenty more of these cigars, I'll just butt this one out right now!" She jammed the whole butt into his mouth and clamped it shut. "Swallow, you filthy pig!" she ordered, then lashed out at him with her whip several times, just for fun. Joe screamed in pain, which only delighted them even more. Trish released Joe from the restraints around his legs and lifted them up over his head. "Keep your legs spread, slut", she demanded, and, without warning, rammed her unlubricated dildo deep into Joe's ass. The action was so sudden that he barely had enough breath to protest. After several hard strokes, she stopped briefly to berate him verbally and accept a new cigar from Brenda. Then, with the cigar clenched firmly between her teeth, she started slamming into him, increasing her frequency with each thrust. Brenda had now made herself comfortable in the seat next to Joe and was frantically massaging her engorged clit as she watched her friend **** Joe's virgin asshole. She had also lit another cigar, and puffed heartily as she directed the action. "Our Joe will make a fine little whore, won't he?" she teased. "Beg for it, bitch!" she added, leaning over and depositing her ashes into Joe's mouth. Joe's muffled pleas didn't sound anything like begging, so she touched the glowing cigar ember to his erect cock, and repeated her demands. Despite the excruciating pain he managed to mouth out a reply, "Please, Trish, fuck me". "What was that, slut?" Trish queried. "Louder, you pathetic little worm!" she ordered. "Please, fuck me harder! Pleeezzze!!!!!" he repeated. Satisfied with his response, she broke into an evil grin and continued defiling his raw asshole. As she did, Brenda was reaching the first of many orgasms she would have tonight.