Daddy’s Little Girl
Part 16
(Ashlynn’s first plane ride)
As the plane left the ground I don’t think Ashlynn was even breathing, she sat white knuckled, her eyes closed.
I had never seen her so frightened, the whole time we’d waited to board the flight she’s been a wreck. She’d sit squirming in her seat a bit. Then hop up, pace over to the window. Back to where I was sitting. Around all the benches in the departure lounge. Back to the window. Over to me. Plop back down only to squirm around in her seat till she hoped up to start the whole routine again.
I also don’t think she was even remotely aware of the effect she had on the other passengers.
Ash had on her little pink plaid kilt, a matching white, with pink piping blouse, her white and pink striped knee socks, that fit like thigh highs on her tiny frame, with clunky Mary Jane’s , and her pink collar.
Underneath, for a change, she wore panties. Pink and white with an eyelet lace trim. A matching shelf bra, barely showing through the blouse, gave just a hint of her nipples, with their fading burses.
As she had paced she would do these quick little, almost a twirling, turns. Her kilt would flare giving just a hinting glimpse of her panties.
We were taking a late flight; it was made up almost entirely of what looked to be 30 to 55 year old business men, in suits, making quick, in and out, business jaunts.
As the work weary group tracked my coquettish daughter, she flouncing about completely unaware.
It was like watching a bunny hop about in a cage full of tigers.
On one of her pauses between trips around the lounge, I told her to go pee and really look at yourself in the mirror, when you come back, take a good look at the room of men you have been prancing around.
After she’d left, I walked over to one of the business men; he looked to be in a bout his mid-fifties.
“My little fuck-toy is quite an eye full isn’t she”, I asked him.
He’d looked a little uncomfortable; until he heard me call her “My Fuck-toy” at that he perked up, giving me a look.
Here he had a slight misunderstanding, because he asked me if she was “pay to play”.
I chuckled a little and told him. “Oh hell no, She’s just my little toy, if you’re interested once we’re in flight you can initiate her into the mile-high club. She’s never flow before, she’s a little nervous, and it’ll take her mind off of flying”.
He expressed some reluctance, wanting to know the deal. So I gave him a bull-shit story that was about a half-truth, and he, not wanting to piss away a good thing, agreed to follow her to the toilets once in flight.
Ash was still not back, so looking around I picked her a younger guy too. After seeing me talking to the older guy, he was much quicker on the uptake.
I’d told both guys Ashlynn would have condoms with her, and that they could use her till they were spent, she could go longer than they could. The younger guy (he looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties) seemed to take that as a challenge.
As I moved back to take my seat, I saw Ashlynn returning from the restrooms, a little smirk on her face.
“I guess I am going to have a little in-flight entertainment?” She quipped.
Smiling I told her, she was going to be the in-flight entertainment.
She did a slow pan across the room. Looking at all men. Some stared openly, other tried to be more discreet, some were shifting in their seats, trying to adjust themselves unnoticed. A few gave her stern looks of disapproval.
She looked at me then Ash hopped up into the seat, kneeling, facing me leaning in, whispered in my ear. “Daddy, I don’t mean to be bad”, and giggled.
As Ash and I had talked the older of the two walked over, a look of apprehension on his face.
Ashlynn looked up at him beaming, a bright smile lit her eyes, and stated “You’re nice looking, I can’t wait for you to fuck me” And then the little tease plopped back down, her left leg crossing under her. Her right leg, lazily, swinging in and out. I knew her pretty pink panties would be clearly visible, to him, as they stretched across her vaj.
The guy smiled at her, nodded to me, then turned, and hurried back to his carry-on, got out a travel bag of Meds and dug out what looked like pills, and hustled off to get a drink of water.
Then a thought came to me, leaning over I whispers in her ear, “Ash, you are still wearing panties, right?”
“Yes, Daddy!” she answered then perked up asking, “can take ‘em off?”
I was about to answer her, when they announced our flight was boarding.
(Ashlynn’s first plane ride)
I don’t know if it was the commotion Ash was causing in the lounge or that we paid full fare for our tickets, but we were some of the first to be boarded. Four rows in, I had the aisle, Ash the window, seat. As she set down I tapped the inside of her knee so that she’d part her legs giving everyone boarding a clear view of her panties.
But as soon the plane started moving, all games ended. Ashlynn was terrified.
She latched on to me, my hand buried against the crotch of her panties, squeezing it tightly between her silky thighs; a death grip on my arm.
Once we were at altitude she seemed to relax, opened her legs a little, but still holding my arm tight to her, she started moving, rubbing her damp panties against my hand.
Tightly pinching her lip threw her panties, she stiffened as I said, “Stop it you little minx, once everything calms down I want you to look around to see whose watching, and then take off your panties”.
About 30 minutes after the seatbelt sign had gone off, the lights dimmed, and Ash looked around, gave a big smile back at someone, lifted her but off the seat and hiking up her kilt hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down to the floor. Kicking one foot free, she crossed her legs and quickly snatched the dangling panties, from her ankle.
I heard several deep intakes of air behind me.
Ash hands me her damp undergarment, and I give her 5 condoms (more than she should need), telling her I want her to get a business card, to go with the used condoms, before she comes back.
And Ash try to be discreet we don’t want to call too much attention to ourselves.
She just walk up and asked if he had a business card, he fished one out and she held out the condoms and said I’ll trade you. So much for being discreet.
He stood up and she looked around realizing she had no idea where to take him.
So he led her to the planes lavatory, they were gone 75 minutes, I’d timed them.
When she had gotten back to her seat she’d told me he had been very nerves, was married and never did things like this(I did not point out he was traveling with hard-on pills).
She told me, how he’d told her how much she looked like one of his daughter’s friends. How ripe the girls body’s look in their bikinis as they played in the pool.
He’d had Ashlynn strip naked in the tiny space. He’d wanted see as much of her body as he could drink in, he stood her naked on the toilet seat, even going so far as to putting one leg on his shoulder as his fingers explored her folds, pushing into her, feeling the texture of her skin as he pulled her lips apart, pinching her hood back as her clit poked its head out begging for attention.
After his touching had tormented her enough, she’d begged him “please, sir, please, can put a condom on you now, please? So you can put it in me, please?
Ash, giggled as she, told me she’d been afraid he would cum as she the condom on him with her (hot little) mouth. She’d pushed him back against the small basin as she undid his pants working then down around his legs, his average sized cock springing free hit her in the face, she left the wet dribbles of his precum there as she looked up at him smiling as she put the condom in her mouth then engulfed his with it.
She had one foot on braced on the seat, the other over his shoulder, she told me she wanted to be extra tight for him, as pulled herself down onto him (I never told Ashlynn it always amazes me how tight she is. After all the things, never meant to be inside a vagina, that have been f***ed inside her, with in just a few days, she tight on one finger).
Using her arms braced against what perches she could, he pinched and pulled at her still sore nipples. At first he’d been hesitant, but after she’d told him she liked it hard, and asked him to bite them, he got rougher with them.
Much faster than she’d wanted she felt he become more frantic. His breathing quickened and he gasped as she felt his spasms in side her.
She thought about just keeping going but could feel him softening as her tight hole held him like a fist, she knew if she kept up she’d pull the condom off, so she eased off of him. It was OK she bit the inside of her lip, trying not to cry out cumming, as his cock had pushed into her.
She climbed off of him dropping between his legs pulling the dirty used condom off of him she knotted it closed and placed it on the floor with her cloths.
Still wanting more Ash took his cock in her mouth and deftly brought it back to life.
She knew Daddy would be upset with her later, but she was already in trouble so…
Once she had revived him with mouth to cock resuscitation, she slipped a new condom on him and they repositioned with her on the basin, once he was inside her she crossed her ankles behind his head as he tried to brake back on the small medal ledge.
He lasted much longer this time and Ash arched to meet him as she came three more times, each orgasm lasting longer than the last biting her own nipple the last time, feeling his hot jet erupting , just as her waves subsided.
He sat on the seat staring in wonder at her naked body he had just possessed, at first he had made noise to apologize for the spittle he had drooled on her as he’d hammered her as hard as an out of shape guy in his mid-fifties could, but his words trailed off as he watch Ash scooping it up and licking it from her hands.
After she’d cleaned herself and licking her hand clean, she knelt between his legs and re-cleaned him, again stowing the dirty spent condom. Once she had dressed, helped him up with his pants, stopping to such his limp spent cock into her mouth as her tough swirled around it in one last kiss, she held up his Business card made some small tears in it and secured the use condoms on it, held it up like a trophy
And said thank you for being so nice to me Sir and slipped out.
I knew when she was coming back up the aisle from the sound of murmuring.
As she slid into her seat; I could still smell their sex on her breath, she cuddled my arm and whispered her exploits to me groggily as she fell asl**p.
The day’s events had worn on her. After being kept in such a state of arousal for so long, cumming so much had worn her out, she was slept in her seat, leaning on my arm. As she slept I held her, a mix of that smell of a one you love, with all your heart, and the musk of sex.
(Her second in-flight ride)
I’d let her sl**p for about an hour, before I woke her. She starched cat like in her seat, looked at me with those sl**py eyes asking “Daddy are we there yet?”
I answered her by quietly asking “Baby, how many more condoms do you have?”
Ashlynn’s eyes popped open and she was suddenly wide awake.
Daddy, I still have three and she held them up to show me, in clear view of anyone looking forward.
Glancing back as I pushed her hand down, I could see the younger guy I talked to was one of the guys looking, as was the guy across the aisle he’d been sitting next to in departure.
Now Ash had no idea who I’d talked to or how many, so she asked me, “Daddy how many more will I need, did I mess-up?”
“No, no, baby,” I told her, there is only one other guy I talked to. Truthfully I had hope for more, but although guys had felt free to stare at her while sitting in the lounge, almost none had wanted to make eye contact, with me.
Baby, see if you can fill your dance card with this guy he’s younger, I told her as she slipped back out. I watch her moving slowly down the aisle, head turning side to side try to identify who would be next.
As I had watch I began to get a sinking feeling, as she had passed the guy I’d talked with he had not even looked at her. I gave a slight nod of my head towards her and he replied with an imperceptibly small shake of his.
Many things quickly ran though my mind, what the fuck buddy my baby girl is waiting on you to fuck her, do you think she’s not good enough for your scraggly-ass. I actually thought about walking down there and yanking him up out of his seat and asking him. Then I noticed the guy across the aisle from him looking at me with an anxious, inquisitive look, and pointing at himself.
Giving it just a moment’s thought, he’d been sitting right next to the other guy, had heard all we’d talked about, I smiled and gave him a quick nod yes. He almost leaped out of his seat, giving what I later found out was his buddy a quick punch for being a dumb-ass.
This time they were not as quiet as Ash and the older gentleman had been.
On Ash trip back up the aisle, with the used condom and business card, she stopped to talk to a very large black man; he was taking up two of the small seats, after chatting with him for a short bit she almost sprinted back up front.
“Daddy, Daddy!” she exclaimed, “He knows me, Daddy, he knows me”.
It turns out he was related to JaMar, the offensive tackle, Ashlynn knew so well.
JaMar had been to each of her little training sections. He and that big fat cock of his had anchored most her weekly gangbangs for the whole football season. His cock was so large some of the others were afraid he’d stretch her out. That was before they started tapping her ass.
Ash leaned in to me asking, “Daddy, do we have any Magnums? If he is anything like JaMar I am going to need them”.
I don’t think Ashlynn realized bent over like she was; almost the whole plane could see her naked little ass.
No baby those were all I brought on the plane, they were a brand not packed in foil, so they did not set off the detectors.
Ash honey, I talked with him at one of the ball games, we’ll have you tested once we get home, go play.
She giggled as she skipped down the plane.
(What I saw and Ash related later)
When Ash got back to him a Stewardess was joking with him after giving him a blanket. He had been to town, several times, to see JaMar play. He was a retired Pro and now working as a recruiter for his Alma Mater. The Marred Stewardess had worked many of his flights. She would often lay-over with him when she could, her husband enjoyed the knowledge his cute little white wife was fucking a big black Pro-Football player when she was on the road.
JaMar had told him about Ashlynn “Banging” the team, and he in turn had told the Stewardess, they had in fact seen Ash at one of the Games.
The Stewardess took a blanket and d****d it over the both of them, Ash’s head in his lap, her tongue tracing circles around his cock head, then sucking his full length into her mouth, only to bob back up to lick around again. With each beat of his heart it grew harder, larger. He was so big around that before he was full erect Ash could no longer wrap her mouth around him. As she had been sucking him hard she had also been working off her skirt.
The plane was dead quiet, just the hum of the engines, and the hushed sounds of Ashlynn working on his cock. Then I her Ash asking, “Can you hold this”. Looking back I see her handing the Stewardess, who is holding up one corner of the blanket, her skirt. I watch as Ash stands up, it looks for all the world, like she is climbing onto a horse, the way she lifts up as she swings her leg up.
I can hear the Stewardess saying, “Careful honey, he is real big”, just as I hear him let out a long sigh, and the sound Ashlynn made was a cross between a coo of pleaser, and a painful groan. Then the Stewardess gasps “Oh my god, she took it all!” Followed by a plain full of snickering.
Looking back I could see the faces of most the men on the flight, you could tell they wanted to look too, some were.
The wet sucking sound as Ash riding his cock, the plopping sound as her ass pounded down, the Stewardess just standing there holding the blanket open watching my Baby Girl ride this massive cock.
After a few minutes she handed Ash back the corner of the blanket, and fish out several more, then started moving up the plane passing them out.
Still watching Ash now blanket wrapped, I could tell she was lifted her ass up as she rocked forward on her knees, only to straighten at the top of her stroke, and from where I sat just drop back down grunting.
The Stewardess would pause every few seats and look back, by now so were many more passengers.
I turn back forward leaned back and contently listen Ash do what she does better than anyone, if fucking was an Olympic sport My Daughter would be a Gold Medalist.
For the next, about 20 minutes, the plane was filled with the sound of Ash fucking hard, broken only by their groans, his deep grunting, followed by Ashlynn’s stifled little gasp, I knew signaled she had an orgasm.
I also became aware of other sound coming from around the plane, quiet grunts, and shallow gasp, that I feel were other passengers have quiet orgasms of their own.
Ash said she look back up the plane, at all the horny business men in their suits, looking back at her as she rode his big black cock; she had never felt like such a slut.
I could tell from their rhythm, and the intensity and purpose to their grunting, they were getting close.
I looked back, Ash had dropped the blanket at some point, she had also removed her shirt and bra, so that now her naked body glistened in the dim light as she quickened her rhythm, her ass still riding up and slamming her body down on his.
Her head threw back as she arch, to the sounds of him groaning out for Jesus, she cried out a shuddering gasp. Sat upright and just rocked with him deep inside her, to the bellowing snorts of his breath, that slowly subsided.
The god damn plane erupted in applauds. Ash glanced over her naked shoulder smiling, gave a little wave, bent and grabbing the blanket pulling it over the both of them.
I watch as heads slowly turned back to the front of the plane, a few of the guys had been up on their knee watching, they tried to regain their composure.
The Stewardess brought Ash and him hot washcloths Ash used to clean them both up, still watching them the Stewardess exclaimed, “my god you are one nasty little slut”, and the whole plane had heard Ashlynn politely say, “Why thank you”.
Their fuck show had lasted about an hour all told.
As she walked back up to her seat wrapped in the blanket, I heard the fifty year old business still snoring he’d slept through the whole show.
Ashlynn stood there smiling at me with the hic-ups, she had two of the Footballers cards, on the back of one was written, JaMar your right she is the best maybe next time we can team up .
Ash fell asl**p, hic-upping, under the blanked it smelled of sex.
When the stewardess came by with Ashlynn clothes, she sat and we had a talk.
The attendant handed them to me saying, “She’ll need to put these on before we land”.
The Pilots know all about what went on with Ashlynn; I had to let them know what with the air-marshals and all.
“Air-marshals,” I ask, sitting up more than a bit concerned, we haven’t broken any laws have we I mean Ash is legal, she’s young but legal in this, well our state.
She laughed no, no, the second guy he’s an Air-marshal, and the guy across the aisle from him. He’s the one on duty the other is returning home. They met up at the Airport; saw the two of you in the departure lounge and thought you might be well working.
“No she’s just my little slut,” I told her, “I’ll wake her so she can get dressed”.
“Well the Captain would like to talk to you before, de-boarding if that’s OK,” she informs me.
“We aren’t in trouble, are we,” I asked, not really thinking we were.
She let me know we weren’t. That the pilots just wanted to have a word with us.
After almost the whole plane had emptied, the Captain and Co-pilots came out and where greeted by a smiling Ashlynn, and I.
“Well this little lady sure did make it an enjoyable flight from what I hear”, the Captain said.
I let them know if they were interested sometime when they had a lay-over, just give us a call and gave them our number back home; I also gave it to the stewardess, just in case she wanted to play.
We were the last to deplane most the crowd was gone, and standing there alone was Brittany.
Here face going from anxious, to relieved, as we walked into view.