Mark's Gifts Pt. 05

Since discovering his gifts thanks to the immortal Eleni, Mark has been honing his skills with local bartender Candy, gym buddy Ashley and colleague Megan. Now, an unexpected work trip gives Mark the opportunity to test his powers in the confined environment of a transatlantic flight.

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In the days that followed his experience with Megan in the office, Mark settled in to what he was beginning to think of as his new life. He paid Eleni a couple of visits, and although she encouraged him to branch out, he found that he enjoyed spending a little time with Candy, Ashley and Megan.

Candy called him a couple of times. He went back to the bar after closing where they fucked in a few new spots and the second time she brought him back to her apartment where they fucked all night.

He met Ashley again at the gym, and she too thought her apartment might be more comfortable for their second encounter. They spent most of the day in her bed, and various other locations around her apartment.

With Megan, they had developed a little game of finding new and increasingly risqué places to fuck around the office during the day. She sucked him off in the janitorial closet, he got her off with his fingers against the counter in the breakroom and they fucked hard and fast on the fire escape and in the disabled bathroom. At the end of the week, the whole office went out for drinks. Megan and Mark discreetly left a little early and enjoyed being able to explore each other in the relative peace and comfort of her apartment.

And with each encounter, Mark felt more and more virile and energetic. With each woman, he found he could bring them more and stronger pleasure, more intense orgasms with each new encounter.

Still, ecstatic and all as he was with his 'new' life, he wasn't yet ready to throw away his old one and he still had commitments he had to fulfil, like travelling for work. It didn't happen all that often and Mark really quite liked travelling so he was actually pretty happy when his boss called him into his office and told him he'd need to travel to London at short notice for an important in-person meeting with another branch of the company.

He was also looking forward to flying first class, something he'd ever had the opportunity to do before.

Of course, he couldn't help but think about the possibilities the flight offered as a test bed for his new gifts. Like anyone, Mark had often fantasized about joining the Mile High Club. And so, as he waited in the first class lounge at the airport to board, he found himself paying close attention to his fellow passengers.

The gorgeous blond in the short, low cut red dress couldn't but catch his eye. Her long blonde hair had just a hint of a kink to it that made him think of a 50s movie star and her dress, though not tight, showed off exceptional legs and firm breasts. Mark thought she was probably in her 20s but noticed that she appeared to be travelling with a much older man, easily 60 or 70. On her ring finger, the unnecessarily large diamond was hard to miss.

As a slight delay to their flight was announced, he decided to have a quick look into her mind. It was quickly clear that his assumption about her being the fiancé of the much older man was accurate. He could easily see that the relationship was one of practicality for her, assuring her financial wellbeing at the expense of romance or genuine emotional connection. At the expense of her sexual needs too, Mark thought as he delved into that part of her mind. Her frustration and lack of fulfilment was glaring. He noted her many thoughts about her extensive collection of toys. She was even worried that she might have left her favorite and most effective one behind when packing.

As he moved into her fantasies, he could see that her relationship had clearly had an effect on her sexual imagination. He found nothing extraordinary or kinky, but all of her partners in her fantasies were young, handsome and virile. Like me, he thought and smiled inwardly.

As he thought of starting to inject himself into some of her fantasies, Mark noticed some of the crew that would be on his flight pass by on their way to the plane and more possibilities opened themselves up to him.

The airline he was travelling with had a totally unnecessarily revealing uniform for their female flight attendants - short navy blue skirts and tight, too tight white shirts.

He parked those thoughts for later however and returned to the blonde's mind. He found her name - Natalya - and decided to see if any she had ever fantasized about planes. Sure enough, perhaps because the prospect of flying was so immediate, accompanied by the fact that she was so sexually frustrated, he found plenty.

He saw her on the flight deck, straddling the captain as he fondled her firm breasts; saw her using her favorite toy on herself in the darkened cabin of a night flight; saw her reach under a blanket to work the cock of a young, muscular man he didn't recognize in the seat next to her.

He got up and walked towards the window, affecting to absent-mindedly take a look at the activity on the tarmac, passing by her as he did and making sure she saw him. They made eye contact for a moment but didn't acknowledge each other. Now that he was sure she had a clear picture of him in her mind, he started to substitute himself into her fantasies.

Because he had developed his skills at using his gifts a little more, he felt comfortable essentially leaving the fantasies in her mind to play on a loop, with him the main attraction in all of them, but without having to expend any conscious thought on it.

As their flight was called and he turned from the window, he saw that she was looking at him, her face an emotionless mask. Her legs were pressed tightly together and she was leaning forward slightly.

"Natalya!" the older man said, bellowed really, and her eyes flickered as if startled.

"Coming," she said softly, still looking at Mark. He smiled at her but she looked away quickly.

As he boarded the flight, his earlier thoughts about the hot flight attendants jumped back to the front of his mind. Notwithstanding the unnecessary sexiness of their uniforms, Mark felt that the three who would be working in the first class cabin would have looked sexy in just about anything.

Caroline, Sandy and Amy could almost have been sisters. They were all on the short side, their hair, various shades of brown, was tied up in the usual flight attendant style and their unnecessarily tight white shirts accentuated their firm looking breasts.

"Good evening, sir," Caroline, their leader, said as she greeted him with a warm smile and checked his boarding card, "Just this way sir, my colleague Sandy will show you to your seat."

"Thank you," Mark replied with equal warmth, and couldn't resist a peek into Caroline's mind. His grin widened as he walked away, reflecting on the surge of attraction towards him he felt there.

A little way down the aisle, he saw Sandy waiting for him. The first class cabin was configured a little oddly he thought, but then he didn't really have any experience of it. On each side of the cabin there was a single seat along the windows and in the center, between the two aisles, there were two seats joined together. Sandy smiled as warmly as Caroline had when Mark arrived at his window seat.

"Good evening, sir," she said brightly and Mark reflected that the similarities between the flight attendants even extended to their voices. "Can I take your bag for you, sir?"

"Oh, ahm..." Mark stammered, unsure of the etiquette in first class. Sandy soothed him though and took his small cabin bag from him. He took a moment to admire her lithe form as she reached to put it in an overhead compartment.

"There we are sir, just let me know if you need to get anything and I can give you a hand," she continued chirpily, motioning him into his enormous seat. "Glass of champagne, sir?"

"Oh, ah, yes please. Thank you," Mark replied, still a little overawed by the situation. As he settled into his seat and Sandy walked away to get his champagne, he took a quick peek into her mind as he had done with Caroline's.

Again, the similarities were striking. In her mind, even though their interaction had been brief, he could see that Sandy had spent time thinking about him, his appearance, his manner, even his clothes and had decided that she would happily fuck him. Mark chuckled a little as he thought about the extraordinary difference between Sandy's impeccable politeness when she spoke to him in the real world, and the obvious depravity of the thoughts in the front of her mind.

"Here you are, sir," Sandy said again, leaning over him now as she handed him a glass of champagne. As his eyes moved to the glass, Mark was sure that she had undone another couple of buttons on her shirt and he couldn't avoid being treated to a clear view of her magnificent breasts.

"Oh, yes, thank you, ah... Sandy?" he said, raising his voice a little as if to suggest he had been trying to look at her name tag rather than her breasts.

"Yes sir, thank you," she said and in her mind Mark saw her smile inwardly, seeing clearly through his attempt. "Is there anything else I can get you for sir?"

"No Sandy, thank you, you've been more than helpful already," Mark replied and smiled warmly at her again.

"No problem, sir," she said, and ran a hand softly, and completely unnecessarily he thought, down his arm. "If you need anything just hit the call button here on your armrest."

As she moved off down the cabin, Mark noticed Natalya and her older man coming in. Amy, the third 'sister' as Mark was beginning to think of them, was showing them to their seat, a pair in the center of the cabin. The man, Mark thought, was more than a little brusque with Amy and in her mind, Mark could see that not only did Amy not think much of him, but that she had clear sympathy for Natalya.

Their seats were a little ahead of his in the cabin and he was pleased somehow that Natalya was sitting on his side. As she sorted out her things before sitting down, she glanced over at Mark. Her face was still a mask of seriousness but, together with what he could see in her mind, Mark could tell there was a new glint in her eye and was pleased his accentuation of her fantasies was having the desired effect. He didn't think he would have to do much to make something happen with her.

Things moved along as normal, the usual preparations for take and so on. It gave Mark an opportunity to spend a little more time in the minds of the three 'sisters'. They were all in or around the same age, late 20s or early 30s. Caroline was the eldest and most experienced. As he started to delve into their fantasies, he was distracted by some obvious real memories in the sexual part of their minds. He was a little surprised to find that none of them were strangers to sex on a plane. In fact, they were veritable experts.

He was particularly interested to find that all three had memories involving a spacious enough preparation and crew area on the level beneath the cabin, accessed by a stairwell in the galley area ahead of him. Caroline had quite a few memories of this part of the plane, and he variously saw her sucking and fucking people who he assumed to be passengers, both male and female. Sandy too had been down there for some fun more than once. For Amy, her strongest memory seemed to involve being eaten out at some length by a particularly attractive pilot.

He noted that their fantasies, much like the other women whose minds he had explored, contained a myriad of places and positions, outfits and partners. He was a little surprised again that he didn't find more plane-based fantasies, but then he supposed they didn't have to fantasize too much, given how often they seemed to actually have sex on planes.

Still, he began his usual routine of insinuating himself into the plane based fantasies he could find in their minds, some of which included the downstairs area. As their take off roll began, he settled into his oversized seat and smiled. He was looking forward to the flight.

Taking in the area around his seat, his compartment might be more accurate, he noted that there would be plenty of room for two, should it come to that. The seat was wide enough that two of him could almost have sat side by side and he was totally surrounded by a kind of thick plastic wall that was about shoulder height when he was standing. It had a gap in it to allow entry and exit, but this could be closed off with a retractable screen so that he could have total privacy if he wanted.

In Natalya's mind, he saw that she too was taking in her surroundings, and for similar reasons. She had brought one of her favorite toys in her cabin bag but was once again frustrated to find that it would be difficult for her to avoid her older man so that she could pleasure herself. The privacy wall didn't extend to the space between the two seats in each row in the middle section of the cabin.

Over the first hour or so of their long flight, the attendants went about their business, serving dinner and refreshing champagne glasses. Mark enjoyed the opportunity to interact with all three of them and in their minds he could see that they were going out of their way to pay him special attention, their arousal and attraction to him increasing as he continued to insinuate himself into their fantasies. By the time the meal service was over, he noted that they had shared with each other that he seemed to be the best 'prospect' on today's flight.

During this period he also decided to increase his interaction with Natalya's mind a little, emphasizing the physical sensations of her fantasies a little more, particularly on those moments of orgasmic release that he knew she was becoming more and more desperate to experience and from where he was he could glance in the aisle and see her regularly shifting and squirming in her seat.

After dinner was over and things had been tidied away, the lights were dimmed for their night time flight and Mark's fellow passengers started to settle in for sleep. Around him, he saw the privacy walls of almost all the other seats closed off with the retractable screens and he was about to test out his own privacy screen when Amy, the youngest of the three 'sisters', appeared at his compartment.

"Can I help you with that sir?" she asked. She crouched down a little and moved forward so that she was on the 'inside' of his compartment when she pulled the privacy screen closed. She smiled her professional smile at him and settled herself on her knees between his legs.

"We offer a special service on occasion sir, that I think you may enjoy," she said, speaking quietly, almost in a whisper, as she started to run her hands softly over Mark's thighs. "It can be so difficult sometimes to get some quality sleep on an aircraft, and some passengers find this service can be very... helpful." At this little pause before the last word, her right hand reached his crotch and she began to stroke his hardening cock through his pants.

In her mind, Mark couldn't sense any tension or nervousness, only eager excitement. In the real world, he kept his hands on the arms of his chair.

"Oh, ah," he began, trying to speak as quietly as Amy had, "that would be... very... nice... I think."

She just smiled at him some more as she deftly unbuckled his belt and pants and opened his fly, reaching a smooth, warm hand in to bring his cock out. As she started to gently stroke him, he could see in her mind that she was delighted with his cock. Her thoughts kind of reminded him of Goldilocks' "just right" sentiment.

He was smiling to himself at this when she lowered her head to his cock, running her mouth over it's length and he sighed heavily as he felt the heat of her breath on him. She opened her mouth a little now as she continued to move along his length and then he felt her tongue, wetting him from root to tip before she ran it over his sensitive head.

Mark had to resist the urge to groan when he felt her take him fully into her mouth, flicking her tongue back and forth across his head. With one hand she held and gently stroked him while she placed the other on his chest and slowly caressed him.

With practiced ease, she moved his remaining length into her mouth and he couldn't avoid gasping a little as he felt the tightness of her throat engulf him. Soon, she was working him at pace, taking him in and out of her mouth, occasionally dwelling on his head. She would look up at him as she did this and he reflected her bright, lust filled eyes back to her.

She increased the speed and pressure of her mouth and brought her second hand to him to join the now furious pumping of her first. In her mind, Mark could sense the delightful anticipation she felt at the prospect of him cumming into her mouth and he didn't disappoint. He placed a gentle hand of warning on her head before he exploded, doing his best to disguise the noise he couldn't avoid making as a cough. She milked all she could out of him, swallowing it all and proceeded to deftly lick all over his length until there wasn't a drop left.

As she finally released him, she looked up at him and smiled. Mark leaned forward a little and took her by the shoulders. He felt a flash of concern in her mind as he lifted her off her knees and pulled her up to him until his could kiss her deeply. He felt her hesitate a little. In her mind, he could see that, although she had done what she had just finished many times as a flight attendant, it was very unusual for her to have someone react in this way. Her hesitation lasted only a moment though before she hungrily kissed him back.

Mark moved his hands around her and braced himself before he quickly maneuvered them to swap positions. He couldn't avoid having to use a little force and there was a definite bump as she landed in the position he'd been in, effectively sitting in the seat with Mark now above her. He hoped the passenger in the seat behind him didn't take too much notice.

In her mind, as well as on her face, he saw the concern rise a little again. She was used to being in control in situations like this, wasn't used to not knowing what was going to happen next. She felt a little manhandled too.

Mark settled on his knees in front of her and looked up at her with the same lustful expression she had given him as he reached for the bottom of her short skirt and started to slowly move it upwards.

"I have a... special service," he said quietly, "that I like to provide too."

She smiled now and in her mind, he could see that the concern she had felt was giving way to a sort of nervous excitement. She had been thinking of telling him to stop, no passenger had ever done something like this to her, at least not here in the cabin, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She shifted her ass a little to allow Mark to pull her skirt even higher and he grinned broadly at her when he saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. When he touched her and felt her wetness she gasped and spasmed a little, her head pressing into the seat hard and her chest heaving out for a moment.

She thrashed a little more when she felt his mouth on her. With one hand she gripped the chair tightly as with the other she grabbed the small pillow that was beside her and stuffed it into her mouth. Even so, Mark could hear her muffled moans clearly.

Taking his cue from the instructions in her mind, it didn't take him long to make her cum. The fantasies he had been emphasizing in her mind and the pleasure she took from sucking him off had left her teetering on the brink in any case. She screwed her eyes shut and bit down hard on the pillow, her body quivering and spasming. He pressed his hands into her body firmly and held her until she came down.