Chapter 5

We walked the few blocks to his hotel with our arms wrapped around each other’s waists, stopping from time to time to enjoy a passionate kiss. But Dave’s use of his room key to access the elevator that would take us to the penthouse caught me off guard. “Wow, Dave, I didn’t think Qantas would put you in the penthouse?”

“They don’t. We’re joining the Captain’s party. He gets better privileges than me.”

After arriving at the penthouse door, Dave took out his phone and called his captain. “Hello sir, Second office Flynn requesting permission to join the party. Yes. Yes, sir.” The door opened, and we went in. There were around thirty people in the room, drinking, dancing, and having a good time.

“Dave, why did you tell me you don’t go to these parties?”

“Sorry, I lied. I like to go out and get a date first, then bring her back to the party, and then we can both have a good time, so here we are. More champers?”

“Yes, please.”

After getting drinks for both of us, Dave took me over to meet his captain.

“Excuse me, sir. May I introduce you to Savannah? She’s a ball of fun.”

The captain’s eyes languidly roamed over my body, taking in every curve and hollow, before staring at my hardened nipples. He knew or guessed what had happened from previous experiences with Dave’s conquests. “Savannah, Captain Tom Bryant, at your service. Thank you for coming, or is that cumming? You look a little flushed and titillated. I trust second officer Flynn has treated you well?”

“Thank you, Captain. Oh, yes, Dave has certainly looked after me.”

“Good. I like my crew to find a date. I’m not keen on them dating and having sex together. It could get very messy at 35,000 feet. Officer Flynn is a bit of a lady-killer, so I know he will look after you very well later tonight. He loves older, more mature women, and I mean that nicely.”

“Of course, Captain.” I’m sure my face was beetroot red. How many others of the flight crew had brought their conquests here tonight? I put my arm through Dave’s, and we wandered through the party until we came upon a woman slightly younger than me.

“Savannah, please let me introduce you to first officer, Sharon Stone.”

I coughed and laughed. “Sorry, is your name really Sharon Stone?”

“It certainly is Savannah, and like you, I’m not wearing any panties, just like most of the other women tonight. They have either lost them, like you or have chosen not to wear them because they know they will be flat on their backs a little later. But a few of the “men” are wearing them.” Sharon used the inverted commas sign when she said men, adding emphasis to her meaning.

“You what!! How do you know I haven’t got panties on? Dave, what have you brought me to? A debauched sex party? Tell me how you know I’m not wearing panties?”

Sharon replied, “All in good time, Savannah. No, it’s not a sex party per se, but it is a way for the crew to unwind and have some fun. Do you know what the acronym Qantas stands for?”

“No, but I guess the A and S stand for Airline Service?”

“No, Qantas stands for.

“Queers

“And

“Nymphomaniacs

“Tarting

“Around

“Sydney.”

I think from the look on my face, Sharon knew I didn’t believe her as she laughed before continuing.

“Not really, but if you want to know the real name, it is; Queensland And Northern Territory Aerial Service.”

“Oh, right? I think I prefer the first explanation, Queers and Nymphomaniacs. I’ll fit right in then, being a nymphomaniac.”

“The Captain doesn’t allow sex in the apartment. The party’s a way for the crew to let off steam and do what they like after being in a tin can for thirteen or more hours, but most if not all, will end up in bed with their date for the night. By the way, your panties and bra are in my bag. You put on a great show for all the patrons at the bar tonight.”

Dave and Sharon were standing side by side. I exploded and yelled at them, “What The Hell!!!!” before continuing, “You’ve been spying on me too? Was this a setup? I don’t know whether to slap both of you across your faces, throw my drink over you, laugh, cry, or scream. I’m shocked.”

“It gets better, Savannah ... I videoed you. Will you allow me to show it on the big screen TV on the wall?”

What a fucking night. I was thunderstruck at this evening’s events, but so turned on by them. My pussy burned with desire, and I felt my wetness slowly trickling down my inner thigh again. Knowing someone had recorded me having sex in a public bar, and now they were asking if I would consent to sharing the video with everyone at the party on a big screen. It’s so fucking wild. Maybe I should date a flyboy more often. They are so caring, wonderful, and fun to be around, and the outrageous things they do. And this party ... well, I wonder if that’s just Australian pilots?

What the fuck. I’m not only a whore, but now I’m a star in my porno movie, and I’m having a wild night. What the hell? “Fuck yeah, put it on. Let everyone see Second Officer Flynn work me over. He did it so well. Come here, flyboy, and kiss me.”

Dave came over and kissed me passionately. We broke the kiss and took a seat to watch the video of him first seducing, then fucking me in public.

As the video rolled on, some guests watched from time to time and then went back to what they were doing, but it was on a loop, so if you missed something the first time around, you could see it later. I’d never seen my face as I orgasmed, and Sharon had zoomed in on me with my eyes screwed tight as I tried ever so hard not to moan as I climaxed. You never saw my pussy or Dave’s cock, but it was clear what we were doing and it was so erotic. It got me so horny watching. Dave had his hand on my thigh as we watched the video, rubbing and squeezing, going higher and higher. I had to have his cock again.

“Dave, let’s get out of here. Take me to your room, where you can use me as your cum dump whore. I need you to fuck me all night long. There are so many things I want us to do.”

“My pleasure, you sexy wanton slut.”

“I love it when you talk dirty like that.”

Dave went to find Sharon, and she gave him my underwear and emailed me tonight’s video. After that, we quickly left the party, got into the elevator, and as soon as the doors were closed, Dave kissed me passionately, hit the stop button, and unhooked my dress. I let it fall to the floor, leaving me naked. He got on his knees and ate my pussy. I was soon moaning.