Kotonoha still had no clue where they were going. She had put on the dress and bra he gave her (no panties) and gotten into the car. Her little sister had joined her not long after.
"Kokoro?" she asked. "Don't you have school today?"
"It's Christmas break," her sister said.
"Oh."
She vaguely remembered they were gonna do something on Christmas Break. But what was it again?
It was difficult to focus right now.
Actually, it had been difficult to focus for a while now. There was a constant haze of horniness in the back of her mind. She was addicted to Makoto. And whenever they weren't fucking, she just couldn't focus. Her thoughts kept drifting off.
She wasn't even sure whether she was really in the car. It could be a dream. Or a hallucination. Everything was just-
"Kotonoha?" Makoto pulled her back.
"Huh?"
"Masturbate."
"W-What?"
"Put your hand below your dress and start playing with yourself."
"But-"
"Now," he ordered calmly.
"Y-Yes, Sir."
She quickly reached down. Her hand slipped beneath her dress and found her pussy. It was already wet, obviously.
Kotonoha looked around nervously.
They were still in the driveway, but it wouldn't be long before Makoto started driving. And if anyone saw her…
Still. Disobeying him was scarier than being seen in public doing that.
Kotonoha slowly inserted two fingers. Her pussy automatically began to contract around them.
"Faster, cunt," he told her. "Do it like you mean it."
"Ah, sorry."
She fingered herself faster. Kotonoha brought up her other hand to play with her chest.
Wet sloshing noises filled the car.
In the mirror, she saw her little sister was watching them from the backseat, mesmerised.
Fuck.
"Do you think it will be fun to let you go through airport security with a buttplug in?"
"W-What?"
"I think it will be fun."
"B-But, Makoto-kun. They… They are made of metal."
"Yeah. I know," he smirked. "They'll pull you aside and-"
"Please," she begged.
"Please what?"
"I want to cum."
"You're such a slut," Makoto said. "Getting close so fast."
"Please," Kotonoha begged. "Let me cum."
"Of course not. Don't be silly."
"Pretty please?"
"Stop!"
She froze.
"Take your hand away."
Kotonoha reluctantly took her hand out. Her fingers were glistened with pussy juice.
Makoto started the car. "You know what to do."
Kotonoha nodded. She popped the fingers in her mouth and licked off her juices.
Fuck.
Her pussy squeezed in frustration.
Looks like Makoto's little break was over.
He let her sit in frustration for the remainder of their journey. She was scared he'd make her flash her tits or something, but luckily he didn't. Looks like he had enough fun for now.
When they reached the airport, they took out their bags. Kotonoha did not question when he had made her bags.
Makoto guided her through security. Any moment she was worried he would make her wear the plug, but he didn't.
Kotonoha let out a breath of relief.
Soon, they were on the plane. They had first class seats.
She still had no idea where they were going.
Oddly, they were the only ones in the first class compartment. All the other seats were empty.
Makoto handed her a piece of bubblegum. She popped it in her mouth.
Hm, strawberries.
The plane began to accelerate. She was pushed back against her seat. Then, they lifted off the ground.
The plane spent a while climbing to the correct height and then it leveled again. There was a little ding and the seatbelt lights went off.
Makoto reached over and unlocked her seatbelt.
She did not remember putting it on.
Kotonoha looked around. No one in sight. Behind them was a curtain that separated them from the other classes.
The door in front of them opened and a hot stewardess came out.
It was a tall girl with blonde hair restrained in a ponytail. She had big blue doe eyes and a small nose.
She wore a black skirt that was too short to be professional, high black heels which seemed very unsuitable for a plane and a tight fitting white blouse that had too many buttons open at the top. Kotonoha could see the delicate red lace bra she wore beneath it.
Although with her large chest and small blouse, it was probably impossible to close the top buttons anyway.
The stewardess handed both of them a glass of champagne.
"Anything else I can get you, Sir?" she asked.
"Yes," Makoto said. He unzipped his pants.
"I understand, Sir."
The stewardess knelt between his legs.
Wait, what?
Something was wrong here.
Kotonoha tried to focus, but as usual, there was a haze in her head.
This was wrong, right? Was this normal?
Was she dreaming? Hallucinating?
But it felt so real.
The girl took his rapidly hardening cock into her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.
"Eyes up here," Makoto ordered calmly.
"M-Makoto?" Kotonoha asked.
"Now, now," he told her. "Don't get greedy. You need to share."
"Y-Yes, Sir."
Makoto put his hand on the blonde girl's head and pushed her down deeper on his cock. She began to gag, but did not resist in any way.
"You look tired," Makoto said. "Why don't you go to sleep?"
"Sleep. Yeah. Good idea."
Kotonoha closed her eyes. The sloppy wet noises calmed her. Makoto was being pleasured. Everything was okay.
Sleep found her soon.
Her dreams found her shortly after.