In-flight Entertainment

Mister Smith walked through the airport departure lounge like a ghost. He had no money, no ticket and no passport. No one saw him unless he wanted them to, and even then, well, they only saw what he wanted them to see. Thought what he wanted them to think. He was a phantom, a mirage, a spook. He was no one, and yet he could have anything. Those that met him, however briefly, would sometimes entertain the thought that they had met the devil. But he was not the devil. At least he didn't think so. He was so old now he couldn't really remember who he was; just a slim-faced perpetually middle-aged man. He could be anybody.

Yes Mister Smith was a very special man indeed.

He had spent the last month vacationing in Las Vegas. Trawling the casinos. Helping some people to luck out and others to bomb badly. It had been a lot of fun, but now he yearned for the long rolling hills and soft meadows of England. A cool beer in a village pub. Toasting good health beneath the bright blue sky. And, well, no matter how quiet, how peaceful, mister Smith could find a little devilry anywhere.

And with that thought he coasted past the queue to his plane, swept by the unseeing flight attendants and settled into a comfortable seat in business class. He nestled in, stretched his legs and opened his newspaper. And for the briefest of moments he let his mojo slip.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. What is he doing here?" He was roused by a trill, Midwestern accent and looked up at the owner of the voice. She was a young blonde. Long platinum hair and sunglasses with pink rims. She wore a thin denim jacket over her white blouse, and black knee-high boots that left a tantalizing flash of tanned flesh beneath her short red-checked skirt. Her name was Ellie Starr and she was the latest teen pop sensation to make the big leagues.

Beside her, a beleaguered looking father rubbed his fingers into his eyes and shook his head with embarrassment. "Ellie ..."

"No Daddy." She pouted. "I want him off. We booked business class alone. And I want him gone. Shove him into economy class, I don't care."

"Ma'am." The exasperated flight attendant began, "Economy class is full."

"Then kick him off. Lock him up. Ellie Starr don't share her shit."

Mister Smith watched the little display with some mild amusement while he considered his options.

"Sir?" the flight attendant looked at him. "Maybe there's been some mix up. If I could just see your ticket?"

"Oh really now, there's no need for that." Ellie's father interjected. "I'm really sorry sir. It'll be okay."

"Daddy!" Ellie whined and stamped her foot.

That decided it and Smith got to his feet. "Lets all calm down shall we." He turned to the flight attendant. "Go see to the other passengers. Everything is alright here."

A puzzled look crossed the woman's face and then she turned and left for the economy section. Almost immediately she forgot there were any passengers in business class at all. Poof! Just like that. Gone.

Smiling, Smith turned to the father and daughter. "Now," he said, "if Miss Jar here will let me explain."

"Starr! Not Jar!" The young girl's face turned bright red. "I'm Ellie Starr. Don't you know who I am?"

Smith grinned at her, his eyes sparkling. "Nope." He lied.

"No? NO? I'm the next big thing you fucking retard! I'm gonna be bigger than Britney. Bigger than Christina. I am Ellie-fucking-Starr!"

"Ellie!" Her father snapped. "That's enough out of you. You will not -- "

SNAP! Smith clicked his fingers and both father and daughter froze to the spot. Their mouths opened and closed wordlessly. "I think that's enough from everyone actually." He sighed. "And I was going to take a few hours off too." He shook his head. "But I can tell I'm going to have to teach a few manners."

He slowly circled them as he spoke, while all around them the plane prepared for take-off. The doors closed. The engines hummed.

"As it turns out miss Starr, I know exactly who," he paused and looked her up and down, "and -- what -- you are. The whole world does. You're think you're a little pop princess, adored by the masses. A little diva whose tantrums everyone puts up with because of your raw talent and good looks. Your record label has you pose provocatively for album covers and posters and you think you do it for the money and the fame. But I think you do it because part of you, deep, deep down, part of you is a little slut. A slut who gets off on the idea that out there, a million horny teenage boys jack off over your picture. Spilling their junk out over effigies of your cute little face, your ample bust. And you like it. It sends you all a flutter. You think you're the next big thing. That the world owes you. That people will put up with anything you dish out. Anything just to get a piece of that starlight. And maybe they do. Maybe they will. But the big question is why does Daddy put up with it?" He turns to mister Starr. "You've seen her videos, those skimpy outfits, the provocative dances, the suggestive lyrics. Why do you let her whore herself like that? She's a whore to the whole world. To everyone except you mister Starr. And you tell yourself you just want her to be happy. Even when she screams and yells and pouts and postures; embarrassing you in front of total strangers. As long as she's happy. You just want her to be happy, right?"

Smith sits down. "I wonder mister Starr. I truly do." He buckles his seatbelt as the plane rolls down the runway and lifts off. Ellie Starr and her father remain standing where they are, unable to move an inch. Defying physics. Minutes pass in silence while the plane levels out.

"How old are you Ellie? Nineteen? Twenty?"

She suddenly, transiently finds her voice, compelled to answer. "Eighteen." She pips quietly.

"Eighteen!" Smith holds his hands in the air in mock outrage. "Eighteen and acting like such a little slut. My, my, what is the world coming to?" He looks up at her father. "Well, what do you think mister Starr -- shall we let your little girl release her inner slut?" It is a rhetorical question and he gives no time to answer. Instead he suddenly plays with the knot of his tie before looking at his two prisoners slyly. "It's a little hot in here don't you think? In fact, I think you should strip down to your jockey shorts mister Starr. Cool down."

Smith grins impishly at the man's confused expression as his body starts obeying commands that were not his own. Within seconds he is standing in his underwear and he doesn't know whether to run or cry.

"Oh, you can sit down." Smith pats the seat beside him and the man obeys. "Now why don't you relax mister Starr? Take it easy, enjoy the show. Little Ellie here is going to give us a striptease."

He claps his hands and the young girl's eyes widen in shock as her hips begin to sway of their own accord. She steps around to face them and shrugs her jacket to the floor. She kicks it away and spins on her heels. Her ass looks tight and perky beneath her short skirt and she gyrates slowly to some unheard music as her hands run up along her waist, cup her breasts.

She swivels again and places one boot up on her father's armrest. Her skirt hikes up around her waist to reveal a scarlet thong.

"Just like one of her videos, right?" Smith nudges her father companionably. But the girl's daddy can't tear his eyes away from his daughter's crotch and little beads of sweat are beginning to form on the side of his head.

Ellie begins unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly. Tantalizingly. Prolonging the wait.

"Talk to us sweetheart. Tell us what you're thinking." Smith reaches out and touches her hand. Almost instantly she snaps her head in his direction and snarls.

"Fuck you mister! You'll never get away with -- with -- with whatever it is you've done."

Smith smiles cruelly. "Oh ho! Right you are Ellie. How's about we turn your arousal factor up a notch shall we? That temper of yours is going to ruin the show." He reaches out and turns an imaginary dial in the air and almost immediately she lets out a little involuntary moan. She closes her eyes as her blouse falls from her shoulders and her lovely cleavage springs into view. She wears a push-up bra that matches her thong. It displays her breasts perfectly and they jiggle delightfully as she shakes them in her father's face.

Her hands reach around and unzip the back of her skirt. It falls to the ground with barely a whisper. She stands up before them wearing nothing but her underwear and boots. Her eyes are still closed. One hand caresses her breasts, the other feathers lightly between her legs and she is letting out sweet little gasps. She turns and bends, unzipping her boots and giving both men a luscious view of her pert little ass. It is fleeting. Teasing. She stands up and kicks both boots away.

"Why that's lovely Ellie. Excellent. Tell you what -- why don't you finish up by giving your tired old daddy a nice little lap dance."

Right away she is straddling his thigh. Rubbing her wet crotch up and down his leg. She has her small hands pressed against his chest and she is moaning as she rocks against him.

Her father can barely control himself as he reaches around and unclasps her bra. Her perky breasts spring into view and his fingers toy with her cute little nipples. She throws her head back and groans loudly at his ministrations. And then she twirls and slips onto her daddy's lap, her legs up in the air. Her thong slides up over her knees and past her ankles. Her pussy is clean-shaven and pouty and her father can see; she spreads her legs for her daddy, she knows its wrong, but she wants him to admire her pretty little pussy. And he does. She toys with her little clit and he watches attentively. A satisfied smile crosses her face. She is Ellie Starr. The whole world wants to fuck her -- even her daddy.

Smith suddenly claps cheerfully and she suddenly comes crashing to her senses, the spell vanishing. Her head spins. She is dazed.

What was she doing? What was happening?

She clambers to her feet and covers herself with her hands. But Smith goes on clapping. "Lovely. Brilliant little Ellie. But look -- Daddy has a boner." Sure enough a modest tent was rocking the front of her father's shorts. "Tch tch -- that's naughty mister Starr. A boner for your little girl. Maybe that's why you've been letting her dance in all those provocative little videos. Tsk tsk mister Starr. A big fat boner. Lets show her.

Ellie, take off your daddy's shorts."

Ellie can't help herself as she drops to her knees and tugs the underwear away. Her eyes widen with shock as his erection springs into view. Daddy?

"Okay. And pause." Smith snaps his fingers together and surveys the naughty scene. The mixed mask of both shock and awe on the young starlets face. The shame-faced look of guilt on her father. Delightful. "I'm not all bad you know." He tells them. "And just to show there are no hard -- ha ha mister Starr -- hard feelings, I'm going to give you a nice little get out clause. Next time I clap my hands you will get your voices back. Mister Starr will then have ten short seconds to say the words 'No thank you mister Smith'. And if he does then you'll forget any of this ever happened or that I was even here. But ... if he doesn't say those words, if he chooses to hold back then -- listen carefully mister Starr -- if you don't say the magic words, then Ellie here is going to give you the blowjob of a lifetime. And the best part? After she's done she won't even remember."

CLAP.

Instantly father and daughter spring to life. A panic-stricken expression flashes across the girl's face.

"Quick Daddy. Say the words. Quick."



"I ... uh, I mean ... I ... " her father looks down at her, conflicted.



"Quick Daddy! What are you waiting for?"



"I'm sorry baby."



"What?!" She looks up at him with shock. Realization beginning to dawn.



"I'm sorry. But it won't be so bad."



"You sick old bastard! You'll never get away with this." She snarls at both men. "Neither of you will. You're both going to jail."



"Don't be like that baby. You might even like it." He tries to smile then shuts his eyes guiltily as he sees her anger give way to terror.



"Please mister." She pouts at Smith. "I'm sorry I was rude. Please don't make me do this."



"Please Daddy! You have to stop this. I'll be good from now on, I promise."



"Please Daddy. I'll be good. I'll be good. I'll be ... mmmph!" And with that she gobbles him up. They both moan at the same time. Her mouth fills with water and she slobbers all over him. He is meaty and musky. Masculine. Her tongue presses against him. The spongy texture of his head; the hardness of his shaft. She loves his taste. He is forbidden. She loves it.

As for her father: it is better than he has ever imagined.

"Looks like we finally found a good use for that smart mouth eh daddy?" Smith chuckles and stands up behind her, quickly unbuckling his belt. "You won't mind if I help myself to her little pussy." Seconds later he has hold of her hips and slips his cock inside. "Mm mmm. Like sliding into a fist full of warm butter."

And so this is how Ellie Starr, teen pin-up, pop princess, singing starlet, wound up being spit-roasted aboard a plane by a complete stranger and her own daddy. Deep down past the hot embers in her belly and the gobbling greediness of her mouth, past the lust and the fear and the protestations and the shame, deep deep down in the recesses of her heart and her soul, Ellie knew that this is secretly what she craved. All she deserved. She was nothing but a little sex doll, waiting to be used.

And as she gasped at the huge shaft invading her pussy and groaned around the thick daddy flesh filling her mouth she allowed her mind to wander, to fantasize. Maybe she'd be passed around the plane, from passenger to passenger? The in-flight entertainment. They would crowd around her and she would suck and stroke and fuck and get covered head to toe in warm delicious spunk.

Because that was all she deserved. She was Ellie Starr.

And then both men were coming. She is being filled up from both ends. She has never felt this full. She feels a lovely warmth filling her insides, deep down in her tummy. And in her mouth, her daddy was pulsing and throbbing, splashing her tongue with his cream. She mewls and whimpers gratefully before swallowing him.

Afterwards, when it is done she curls up in a seat, her head spinning. Everything is fuzzy. She can't ... she can't think ...

"I hope this has taught you a lesson Ellie. I want you to remember this flight for a very long time." She looks up at the nice man who'd shown her how to be Ellie Starr and smiles.

"But -- but - you said, you said she'd forget!" Her father protests wildly.

"Oh lighten up, she's learned her lesson, haven't you Ellie."

She nods. "Yes mister."

"From now on, what are you going to use that smart little mouth for?"

"For sucking on Daddy's lovely scrummy cock of course." She blows her father a sweet little kiss.

"But, but ..."

Smith clicks his fingers.

Frank Starr blinks and looks around the cabin. It is empty except for him and his daughter Ellie, but for the briefest moment he could have sworn there was someone else... Of course that was impossible because Ellie and her father always booked up business class for just themselves. So they could be alone. Ever since that one time when ... when .... His mind goes a little fuzzy as he strains to retrieve a memory. But it was like trying to chase a floater in your eye. He just couldn't. Quite. Catch it.

Ellie has her head in his lap and is playfully biting at the erection straining against his pants. "When can I play with him Daddy?"

"When we get home Kitten."

"Dang."

He settles back in his seat and softly caresses the young girl's ass through her skirt while she nibbles and gnaws and tugs at him through his clothes.

Unseen by all, Smith relaxes in his seat, sips his champagne and quietly turns the pages of his newspaper.

THE END