Zuri’s heart raced as she watched Matt stroll down the aisle of the airplane. She had been eyeing him since she boarded, admiring his strong jawline, the way his muscles bulged through his shirt. She couldn’t believe her luck when he took the seat next to her.
As the plane took off, Zuri couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull towards Matt. She leaned in closer to him, their arms brushing against each other. She felt a spark, and she knew he felt it too.
“Excuse me,” Matt said, gesturing towards the bathroom. Zuri nodded, watching as he made his way down the aisle. She couldn’t resist the urge any longer. She unbuckled her seatbelt and followed him.
She found him standing outside the bathroom, his back against the wall. He looked surprised to see her, but there was a hunger in his eyes that Zuri couldn’t ignore.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” Zuri whispered, pressing her body against his. She could feel his hard cock through his pants, and she ground against it, feeling a surge of desire.
Matt’s hands roamed over Zuri’s body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. He kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. Zuri moaned, feeling herself getting wetter by the second.
Matt pushed Zuri into the bathroom. I. Zuri yelped, but she didn’t protest. She wanted more.
Matt unzipped his pants, pulling out his big black cock. Zuri gasped when she saw it. She had never seen a cock so big before. Matt grabbed her head, pushing it towards his cock.
“Suck it, sissy,” he commanded. Zuri’s eyes widened, but she did as she was told. She wrapped her lips around his cock, taking it all in. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, and she gagged, but she didn’t stop.
Matt grabbed Zuri’s hair, fucking her mouth roughly. Zuri could feel her pussy getting wetter with every thrust. She reached down, touching herself, moaning around his cock.
Matt pulled out of her mouth, lifting her up and pushing her against the wall. He spread her legs apart, plunging his cock into her wet pussy. Zuri cried out, feeling him fill her up.
Matt fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass. Zuri could feel herself getting close to orgasm. She grabbed onto Matt’s shoulders, digging her nails into his skin.
“Come for me, sissy,” Matt growled, pounding into her harder. Zuri’s orgasm hit her like a wave, and she screamed, her pussy clenching around Matt’s cock.
Matt followed soon after, filling Zuri up with his cum. They both stood there, panting and sweating, until their breathing returned to normal.
“Welcome to sissy training,” Matt said, pulling out of Zuri and zipping up his pants. Zuri smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She knew this was just the beginning.
The bathroom door opened, and a flight attendant walked in. She looked surprised to see Zuri and Matt standing there, but she didn’t say anything. Zuri adjusted her skirt and walked out of the bathroom, feeling Matt’s cum drip down her legs.
She took her seat, buckling her seatbelt and closing her eyes. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She had never been so turned on, so satisfied. She couldn’t wait to see what the rest of the flight had in store for her.
Matt took his seat next to her, a smug smile on his face. Zuri looked at him, feeling a sense of admiration and respect. She knew she had met her match.
The rest of the flight was a blur of orgasms and pleasure. Zuri lost track of how many times Matt made her come, how many times she sucked his cock. By the time the plane landed, Zuri was exhausted, but she felt alive.
As they walked off the plane, Matt turned to Zuri. “Until next time, sissy,” he said, winking at her. Zuri smiled, feeling a sense of excitement wash over her. She knew this was just the beginning of their sissy training.
Zuri watched as Matt walked away, feeling a sense of longing and desire. She couldn’t wait to see him again, to feel his cock inside her. She knew she had found her partner in crime, her equal in every way.
