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🕑 Added 2015-12-20 01:23:47 +0000 UTC Karen Beecher, aka Bumblebee, breathed deeply, hoping that at some point keeping her nerves under control would get easier. She’d known infiltrating the Hive Academy wouldn’t be easy, but—she reminded herself—so far so good. A few sorties against the Titans East and she’d attracted the Hive’s attention. They’d sent a recruiter down to talk to her and she’d jumped at the opportunity. Now she was on a plane with him to the airport nearest the Academy. From there, she’d be transported to their hidden base.Her recruiter, Jason, was their top student—apparently turning people to the Dark Side was one of the responsibilities they gave Slytherin prefects as part of the training. He practically ignored her through the flight, letting her huddle under her blanket as day turned into evening, evening into night: it was a long flight with no stopovers and she tried to force herself to sleep so she could stop psyching herself out.
Karen wondered if it’d be possible to turn him. He seemed a decent guy, not unstable or crazy or a self-proclaimed evil genius like a lot of villains. She would need all the allies she could get on the inside. If only there were some way to befriend him, build up some loyalty—
“Hey, I forgot to ask something during the interview,” Jason said suddenly, turning in his seat to her. “How do I know you’re not a spy or something?”
“Wha… I, I…”
“You know, a narc?” Jason continued, as if she just hadn’t understood his question. “Someone going undercover? I should probably have you do something to prove your loyalty. Kill someone, something like that. Just so I know I can trust you.”
Karen desperately tried to appear calm while thinking of a way out of this. “Killing people’s unprofessional. And I’ll be loyal to the Hive after it’s earned my loyalty.”
“Maybe you could do some cocaine. I think I have some somewhere… no, wait, that was one of those little bottles of alcohol. The Atom must love those.”
“I’ll do anything for the Hive,” Karen protested. “I’ll blow up a car or a building—I just don’t want to do anything that would cause unnecessary trouble. No reason to get on the good guys’ radar unless it’s for a reason.”
“You’re so right,” Jason said. “We should find some other way to find out if you can take orders and do whatever it is the Hive asks of you.”
“Yes,” Karen agreed with deep relief. “Something small—“
“Or big.” And Jason unzipped his fly. “Ten inches, to be exact.”
Karen gasped, not resisting for whole seconds as Jason took her hand and pressed it hard against his cock. It was firm and getting firmer, swelling, growing. She pulled her hand back sharply, feeling the wetness on her fingers where her hand had met his cockhead and its precum.
She’d known she might have to seduce someone on this mission: she was an attractive woman, her stylish haircut with its two puffed-out buns setting a tone continued by her chic clothing, her body care regiment that gave her even softer, smoother skin than she’d been born with, her heels and lingerie and deliberate posture making her well-endowed physique tease and taunt and flatter. Her low-cut, waist-cropped top displayed both cleavage and belly, while her fashionable jeans were tight enough to show off the slenderness of her legs and the sweet swell of her ass. She’d adorned herself this way things since childhood, thinking that her dark skin could not be a demerit; it would be the beginning, the opening course of her brash, exuberant sexuality. Her clothes and skin and make-up combined into the darkness of a candle-lit boudoir, a romantic walk under the moonlight.
But suddenly being seen in that light, when she’d steeled herself for a villainous criminal enterprise, caught her off-guard. She looked desperately around the darkened cabin of the jetliner, noticing with relief that most of the other passengers were asleep.
“Put that thing away,” Karen said sternly, struggling to keep her voice down. She grabbed her blanket and threw it over Jason, but there was no disguising the erection in his lap.
“I suppose I should, if no one’s going to use it,” Jason chuckled, before turning serious. “But you are going to use it. Unless you’re not willing to be a loyal Hive student.”
“I am!” Karen assured him, too effusively, trying keenly to dial it down. “But we’re in public! We should wait until we land… get to the Academy…” From there, she could think of something else to defer him—or not defer him—he was kinda cute and his cock really did look to be ten inches…
“No one’s awake,” Jason retorted. “The stewardesses are all in back, taking a break. No one will ever know. Unless you keep delaying, in which case someone is bound to notice. So c’mon.” He gave his cock a pump, making it grow even more. “Better hurry before they kick us off the plane. We are over the ocean, after all.
Join the Mile-High Club if you want to join the Hive. Karen bit her lip. It seemed she had no choice. And she wasn’t sure she wanted one. A naturally mischievous girl, she found it exciting to do something like this right under everyone’s noses. She thought of telling her girls back home what she’d done. They’d pish and posh, but they’d be a little jealous too—fucking a supervillain on a passenger airplane…
Jason reached over and ran his hand over her long, smooth leg, the denim of her jeans seeming as insubstantial as a dream against the weight of his touch. His hand was warm and when he reached through a frayed hole near the crotch—very fashion-forward—his finger found the dampness in her panties.
“You seem like a screamer,” Jason said. “Maybe we should give you something to shut your mouth, if you really don’t want the attention…”
None of the other passengers were aware of them. They were seated next to the window, with no one else in their row thanks to the airline’s sparse crowding. On the other side of the aisle, the few passengers opposite them all seemed asleep. At least, all their lights were turned off.
“Keep your eyes open for the stewardess,” Karen ordered Jason, trying to give him a bit of a guilt trip at least.
“Why? You think she’ll want to join in?”
Groaning, Karen squirmed down so that she was crouched under the blanket, her head in Jason’s lap. She allowed herself a grin, seeing his huge, hardened cock. If she was going to blow him, might as well be something worth blowing. She wrapped her hand around it, giving him a little vindictive squeeze that she regretted when he moaned theatrically, then she started licking it apologetically. God, she hoped he didn’t make any noise when he came. The man was making no effort at all to contain the little gasping noises of enjoyment her tongue gave him.
Karen did her best to keep it from taking too long. She swirled her pink tongue over the smooth, slippery cockhead, shocked at how bitter his abundant precum tasted, then sucked him into her mouth with no further preamble. His stiff cock was jerking so hard that he was almost shooting already, and Karen felt a swell of pride at being such a hoe.
She wondered if she could get him to play with her cunt after. It wasn’t him, it was just that when she sucked a cock, she got wet. It always happened. How lovely the cock was, how large it was, that had nothing to do with it. She rubbed her breasts against his legs, able to feel his tense leg muscles tingling her swelling nipples through the material of his trousers.
“Wonder what the stewardess would say if she noticed you were sucking my cock?” Jason whispered conversationally, like they were exchanging a few words in a theater. “Poor dear—she’d probably turn beet-red. Run up to the cockpit, ask the captain what to do. They don’t cover these things in stewardess school, do they?”
Karen sadistically thought to pull her mouth off his cock to answer, and was just going through with it when she felt his hands clamp down on her afros, using the pair of them like handlebars to force her back down on his prick. Helplessly, she sucked harder, shocked at herself for taking his cock as he worked her like a sexual plaything on his organ. He jerked her head back and forth, fucking her face, her mouth, her throat, and she could do nothing, wanted to do nothing, but passively accept his manhood. And then, suddenly, his cum, as his cock swelled big enough to choke her and his seed was driven down her throat like it was trying to make her gag.
“MMMMMM!” Karen wailed, sucking as hard as she could, swallowing all she could, her whole body shaking and her pussy red-hot with need. She was burning up inside, wishing the seats weren’t so narrowed, that there was some way they could fuck. She was so used to being fucked when she was this turned on that she had to push aside the knowledge that she wouldn’t be able to, or she would be screaming out loud with frustration.
Jason’s face was bright red in the dim light of the cabin, sinking his cock and cum into her mouth like it was quicksand, letting it suck away all the exploding length of his member. His spunk was jetting out as if it would never stop and he clenched his hands tightly to the armrest, exhaling in happy relief as his cock shot again and again. It’d been a long flight, there and back again. His balls had had plenty of time to build up reserves.
“Remember to swallow, baby,” Jason crooned, the blanket wiggling obscenely as Karen’s head rocked back and forth to extract everything she could from those heavy reserves. “Ain’t nowhere to spit, after all.”
Karen came up for air, finding Jason with a wide, satisfied smile on his face, and had to resist the urge to slap it off him. She sat quietly beside him. He caught a gulp from her as she swallowed the last of his jism. Then licked her lips.
“Now put that thing away,” Karen whispered. Though drained, the outline of his cock lying on his thigh was clearly visible through the blanket.
“Why? It’s a long flight. You might want to use it again.”
“If you think I’m going anywhere near that thing again…”
The stewardess appeared as if by magic at the end of the aisle. “Excuse me, sir?” She tapped Jason on the shoulder. “One of the passengers said he heard you groaning—is anything wrong?”
“No, we’re fine,” Jason assured her, cool as a cucumber. “But could you get something for my wife’s stomach? I think she’s had a bit too much to eat.”
The stewardess put a sympathetic hand to her chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Let me get you an Alka Seltzer—I’ll be right back.”
Jason mirrored her courteous smile as she whisked away, then faced Karen. “Sorry, you were saying?” he asked, zipping his fly back up.
Karen crossed her arms. “Am I in the damn Hive or not?”
“Of course. I’m infiltrating them too. I need all the help I can get.”
Before Karen could break free of the stunned silence that gripped her, the stewardess returned. She handed out a glass of fizzling water that Jason took graciously.
“Tell you what,” the stewardess said, “we don’t have anyone in first class tonight. Why don’t you and your wife go on up there. We’ll draw the curtains. If you make any more noise, the other passengers won’t be upset.”
“That sounds wonderful!” Jason grinned. “And this way, I won’t have to hide under a blanket while I pay my wife back for that awesome blowjob she gave me.”
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