Winning Ways page 9

"I've never introduced myself properly, I'm Admete -- pronounced Ad-mee-ter but everyone calls me Addi," she said brightly as she kissed first Mavis and then Nirvana on both cheeks. "Mmm, I like your perfumes," she added, then ordered a drink. "I'll have a Château Lynch Bages 1982 and can you give these two lovelies some glasses so they can join me? Thank you gorgeous. I see you are still not picked off by one of my husband's business colleagues?"

"Oh, no, Addi," Gemma said, blushing profusely, "Lord Endersley did offer but then he could not fulfil all my needs."

"Oh yes I know. His dick may be long but it lacks a certain, er, shall we say, elevation?" She said, laughing and miming with her fingers a drooping cock.

"Addi!" Gemma said, looking left and right at the new customers, and then breaking down in a fit of embarrassed giggles.

"Well, honestly we are all girls together so can talk about sex and men's cocks can't we girls?" She looked at them all, giving the pretence of pouting innocence, like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth whilst at the same time being outrageous in her suggestion. She continued. "There is no one else but us in First. We could run round naked if we wanted to. That would be fun, wouldn't it; er...I don't know your name?" She was looking at Nirvana, with intense interest, scanning her body as she sat perched on that stool.

"She's called Nirvana," said Mavis, taking control of the situation. "And I'm Mavis."

"Pleased to meet you both. I'm ...oh, silly me I told you that already. But Mavis you look so young and yet your name is so old fashioned." She stopped, realising she had been her usual direct self. "Sorry, I am famous for being too blunt."

"I don't mind. I'm 50 years old and ok, I know I look much less but I can't help my parents' old-fashioned ways. They were both in their late 40's when I came on the scene so the era was full of Mavis, Doris and Ethels. That does not mean we are too fuddy-duddy to fuck!" She said loudly and emphatically and then the laughter erupted again.

Soon they were all sitting together at one of the tables in the bar, Gemma as well, telling stories and comparing their lovers and missed loves. Mavis's notes would prove useful in Nirvana's therapy and in our future life together. The wine flowed freely, cocktails mixing lethally with the Chateau vintage. Nirvana was particularly tipsy, and it was obvious that Addi wanted to take advantage of it. Mavis noticed how as soon as Nirvana's glass had got half full, that it was filled again. She also caught the knowing wink between Gemma and this beautiful little woman.

"Gemma, have you got any cards for us to play with?" Admete asked, her accent sounding stronger as the wine worked its influence on her voice.

"Why yes, here under the table. What game are you thinking about? I hope not the one that got me lined up with Lord Endersley?" She asked, though the 'hope not to' sounded half-hearted. "You are outrageous!"

"Of course not. Only you and Mavis are wearing enough to warrant that game. Nirvana and I have very little on. If I'm correct you haven't any panties for a start have you my dusky maiden?" She asked, her hand sliding up my fiancé's thigh as if about to inspect, then blatantly lifting the light skirt and adding, "Lovely, darling," followed by a loud sigh.

"So what then?" she asked, ignoring what had happened as if every woman had their skirt lifted for all to see by another woman while flying!

"Well I think it is time for 'truth or dare'. However, to challenge someone to tell a truth they have to beat the banker once. To claim a dare off someone, they have to win two in a row. I will be the banker for the first ten rounds, and then we will take turns. Is everyone up for it?"

"Oh yes!" enthused Nirvana, without a thought for what this game might really entail, and certainly not knowing what Gemma had discovered about Addi either.

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Soon the cards were on the table, with three to each person and Addi holding the bank. Each had to get as close to 21 as possible. Aces were worth one or 11 as seen fit by the player. The winner of each round was the one with the highest number amongst them but never higher than 21. A perfect score was if all three cards in their hand equalled precisely 21.

There was a change from smiles to frowns, as they called to the banker for one or more fresh cards in exchange for their own. One by one the participants in the game fell as they over-estimated the cards and went above 21.

"I've won!" screamed Nirvana excitedly as her 20 beat everyone else. They all laughed at her exuberance that, like Mavis, was normally unseen.

"Right Nirvana, you have the right to ask anyone here to tell you the truth about anything at all. The only rule is that they reply with the absolute truth and nothing but the truth..."

"...So help me God," they all replied in unison, breaking down in hysterics.

"OK," my fiancé replied, looking in turn at each face and body of the players before asking, "Gemma, how many men have cum on those magnificent titties of yours?"

"Why thank you Nirvana, but how do you know they are magnificent, you have not seen them yet?" she asked, cupping them in their cantilevered glory.

"I do have an imagination you know and besides, when I win again, then I might demand to see!" she retorted, laughing.

"Oh, careful what you wish for there, Nirvana. You might pull off more than you can chew," advised Addi.

"It's seven so far," answered Gemma.

There was silence and then congratulatory applause and comments, such as "Well that's seven more than me" from Nirvana and "I so love the smell of cum on me, don't you?" from Addi, which drew an enthusiastic nod from Mavis.

"Right, that is all you can ask Nirvana," interjected Admete, adding that, "And I am dying to know why you have not allowed any men to cum on your sexy body."

"Oh, I have let men cum..."

"Quiet! You'll spoil the game if people can't ask," admonished Mavis, her eyes giving Nirvana a steely stare that made the Indian shut up immediately. "Deal again, Addi."

Another round.

This time Mavis won.

"Nirvana, have you ever tasted your own cunt juice and what did you think of it?"

I'd briefed her on this issue, so she looked her charge in the eyes not letting Nirvana look away.

"I did with my roommate, but that cleaner beat me just as I was about to..." Nirvana seemed to tail off, as if the memory was too painful, "And..."

"It's ok my darling," Mavis reassured, surprisingly gently, her hand reaching out to stroke Nirvana's hair and shoulder, "...but what did you think of your taste," she added as if innocently but really not letting Nirvana off the hook.

"It, it...it was lovely," Nirvana answered breathlessly, "But for some reason I can't allow my fiancé to kiss me when he has licked my cunt."

She started to giggle, but noticed everyone else looked concerned and a little puzzled.

"All I can think about is that stinking shit covered brush!"

She started to cry.

Mavis's hand was stroking lower on Nirvana's back and she was nuzzling closer, reassuring her. Her soft mouth kissing her hair, making her charge feel not only the older woman's compassion but also an eroticism that spread as the lips gently kissed her bare neck and perfect earlobe. She shivered with desire, her nipples suddenly aching and a trickle of juice leaked below.

"Don't cry little one, don't cry," Mavis was reassuring her. The others stayed silent, looking enviously at the older woman touching the beautiful Indian.

Addi coughed. "Right, next round!"

Mavis dabbed Nirvana's eyes with a dainty lace handkerchief she retrieved from her bosom.

Addi won the next round. This time Mavis had to declare the number of men she had fucked in her life. All were shocked at the number. It ran into hundreds. Gemma and Addi had numerous questions to ask, but knew they had to wait to win to do so. Nirvana was hoping she would win again. She had unfinished business with Gemma. However, Addi won again.

"Ok," Admete said, with amazing enthusiasm expressed through that tiny word, "Mavis, I dare you to re-enact in this room one sexual act that you enjoy with those many men you have fucked. Oh, and one rule I forgot to mention, Mavis may choose any of us to help her create the scene."

Mavis acted swiftly.

"Nirvana, stand up," she ordered. Her companion did without question, though her head was a little woozy. "Now bend forward over the table."

The others got up from their seats to get a better view. They were sure Nirvana had not realised what was to happen, but they had guessed and wetness spread between the legs of all three women.

Nirvana's tiny skirt on the dress had risen up, revealing her firm arse and thighs.

"She lacks the heavy balls I like on a man and there is no cock to tease and pull at, but I can simulate what I would do."

Mavis's hands began to caress and knead Nirvana's dark buttocks, her fingers initially gentle and then increasingly cruel as she squeezed the flesh harder and harder, bringing a howl of complaint from her subject. She quickly changed to sliding her hand between the thighs that had involuntarily opened, a slick wetness covering Mavis's fingers as she caressed and teased the full labia. Nirvana began to almost purr she was so content now with the caresses, but then came the shock.

Mavis suddenly slapped her hard on her arse. This was quickly followed by four more in quick succession and then back to the strokes between the open thighs, before more slaps came but this time directly onto her engorged sex.

"Owwww!" screamed Nirvana.

"Shhh, you'll have the other staff running up here. Here Mavis put these in her mouth."

Gemma had fished under her uniform skirt and slid a pair of silk panties down her long legs. She stepped out of them so expertly, then handed them to Mavis who without a word stuffed them straight into Nirvana's mouth. The woman just accepted them passively, secretly (she was to admit later) hungry to taste Gemma on her lips despite her revulsion at her own pussy juice. Then she let her older companion spank her for a full dozen slaps until her bottom was bright with marks and her cunt exploded with orgasms as the fingers that had teased at her sex brought her off so surprisingly quickly. She screamed with pain and pleasure into the panties, grateful for the release.

She lay her head on the table, satiated and glad. Her cunt juice she could smell, and for the first time in years she knew it was good, even if the actual act of tasting it was a little further off. Even better, she now knew too how wonderful the woman's cum of Gemma was. Erotic images were whirling in her head unlike anything she had experienced since college.

"Thank you, Mavis," she said spontaneously.

The older woman leaned in to her and whispered, "That is nothing compared to what I can offer you, so long as you obey."

'Obey?' Nirvana thought to herself, 'That is a strange word. I've not been commanded to do anything.' But in reality she had, she just did not fully recognise it as such.

"Ok, put that sexy arse away. Another round of drinks, Gemma, and then another round of truth or dare," ordered Addi.

Nirvana was noticing how assertive Addi and Mavis were; yet she felt comfortable with their authority. In fact, she realised how much she needed it. Later, in her journal, she wrote how much she wanted me to take control. It was a significant step, but let's return to the scene on the plane...

Gemma won the next round.

"Mavis, you told us how many men you have fucked. How many women have you taken to your bed?"

"To my bed, one. You ask the wrong question."

"You bitch!" Gemma snapped, albeit jokingly. She knew she had asked too impetuously. Now she had wasted the question. Did she ever learn? She was again the butt of others' jokes, but somehow the humiliation, however slight, aroused and pleased her at a deeper level. "OK, OK deal again."

Addi's hands dealt the cards swiftly, like an accomplished croupier Nirvana noticed. She always took her cards last as banker and looked so serious as she took the requests from the others. Her kimono was becoming looser by the minute, until one large dark teat popped from behind the white silk. No one told her, but all looked enviously at the firm 'half moon' of breast (the rest still hidden) topped by a nipple that was at least one inch long and pierced by a golden bar with fine chain link from one end of the bar to the other. Realising their stares, that had become less discrete as lust took over, she looked down and clearly admired her semi-nakedness. She looked up, giggled and shrugged. She did not bother to cover up nor showed any embarrassment.

It was Mavis who broke a deep silence that had fallen over the group. All that could be heard was the constant flow of air and drone of engines until she said simply, "You have such beautiful nipples."

"Thank you," replied Addi as she continued to observe the cards laid out face down and gestured for the girls to pick them up. "Come on; let's get on with the game."

It was Gemma again who won. She rubbed her hands, exclaiming that it was so unusual for her to win anything. She could not hide her glee.

Then she sat back and thought, hard. Should she tell Addi to go naked so she could see more of her or find a perfect challenge for Mavis who had humiliated her, however slightly? Then she smiled.

"Mavis, I dare you to show us how you make love to your female lovers when they are not in your bed," she declared, expecting Mavis to choose her companion again. What happened shocked her.

Mavis stood up tall and looked so stern. She walked behind the hostess, and bent, kissing Gemma's long neck with those full slightly wet lips of hers; her mouth slightly open so that her long tongue snaked out and dabbed at the sweetly perfumed skin. Her hands ran like combs through her hair, finding the grips that held the natural locks firmly in the classic style of the airline. Soon the long tresses were flowing over her fingers and down the young woman's back. "Beautiful," Mavis whispered into her new lover's ear.

Gemma felt her nipples harden and strain behind her large plunge-bra's cups, her breath panting with the instant excitement Mavis could generate with just her hands and mouth. Then the hands disappeared, shifting from her head to somewhere she did not know where as the mouth that had been teasing her neck and throat now sought her mouth, the long tongue stabbing into her willingly open mouth, feeling their tongues 'fight' gently and sensually.

Only the others could see what Mavis had done with her hands. She had unbuttoned her rather severe skirt, unzipped the side and let it pool around her feet. They were looking at long, sculptured legs encased in stockings and long black suspenders linked to a leather corset. There were no panties to hide a smooth shaven cunt that had to all their surprise long inner labia that were pierced and bejewelled from clitoris to anus.

Addi sighed, repeating Mavis's words, "Beautiful," she said, adding, "Fucking beautiful." Her hand was caressing that exposed nipple blatantly.

All Nirvana could do was nod in stunned agreement. She kept ducking from side to side to see as much as she could, then staring at Addi's open pleasuring. Nirvana's breathing was ragged with excitement and her cunt was soaking, so she spread her skirt and legs, letting the juice freely flow onto the leather seat under her. The smell of her own essence just added to Nirvana's arousal. All she could do was watch, mesmerised as things unfolded.

Now Mavis's long manicured fingers were searching out the buttons of Gemma's uniform, popping each one slowly and releasing the overflowing décolletage that was only just held by that black lacy brassiere. The stewardess felt the nails rake her exposed skin, sending more signals direct to her tits and cunt. She felt so aroused; remembering her wetness was no longer mopped by anything but the back of her light blue dress. The shame she would feel to have her juice show like she had peed herself. It was a delicious embarrassment that added to her arousal. Soon she was left with only her brassiere and skirt as Mavis slipped the tunic slowly off her shoulders, continually kissing her mouth from her vantage point above her, letting her hands roam. Now they were slipping inside the boned and padded cups, the fingers seeking out Gemma's bullet hard nipples.

Mavis grasped the huge globes firmly, adding a little pain to the pleasure, which only multiplied Gemma's hunger. The older woman smiled inwardly, knowing this woman would be her puppet, then forced the tits out from their cantilevered lair and let them hang over the expensive brassiere. Again, her fingers found the engorged nipples that topped areolae that were virtual saucers they were so wide and large. The vicious pinch and pull on her teats surprised but again pleasured Gemma through the hurt. She subconsciously forced her own tongue hungrily into Mavis's mouth, only to be disappointed as the older woman stepped back, letting her go.

'Gemma must be a 40DD,' Nirvana thought to herself. Addi had seen Gemma many times before, often in the orgies at her husband's special business events for rich Middle Eastern clients. She loved Gemma's slim waist and huge titties, firm arse and silky smooth cunt but was actually more interested in seeing Mavis, whose power and control intrigued and excited her and whose jewelled cunt she so wanted to taste. Her tongue licked around her mouth like someone waiting expectantly for a gourmet meal.

"Take off your clothes slut," Mavis said, addressing Gemma in a way that could not in the other women's eyes be seen as 'making love'. She watched, noting the hungry look in the young stewardess's eyes and the slightly reddened, sweaty sheen on her body that suggested this woman was ready to be taken any way she, as a dominatrix, wished. She glanced to the upper deck's door. Gemma had locked them off at the top of the stairs. "Good, I can do what I like now," she said to them all. "Are you ready and willing to let me love you in my own way?"

"Oh yes, I am Mavis," Gemma said eagerly, now standing naked, her shaven pussy glistening with her female cum and her heavy breasts swaying and heaving.

"Then get on your knees and sit back on your arse slut. You are a slut aren't you?"

"Oh yes, yes I am M-m-mistress," she stammered, suddenly recognising her subservient self again and the humiliation she felt for being so non-assertive. She also noticed that Mavis was naked from the waist down bar her stockings and suspenders. The jewellery between the older woman's thighs intrigued her, but so did the prominent inner labia that promised such pleasure to lick and suck. She imagined them opened wide, their pink inner bright and exposed, juice making them glisten.

"That's better. Always helps when a slut knows their place, doesn't it Nirvana?"

'Me?' Nirvana thought. 'Does she view me as a slut too?' She was dumbfounded but then, what had been her question in this game and what had she done? Maybe she was...

"Yes, you are a slut too, Nirvana. It is just that you don't really know it yet. No one has helped you to find your true calling," Mavis said assertively, as if reading this Asian perfectly. Nirvana wanted to deny it, but she realised she could not do so. "Now watch as Gemma loves my pussy and arse for me. Slut, lick me nicely," she added, grabbing the stewardess's hair and pulling Gemma's mouth onto her pussy while she stood there with her legs wide apart.

Even with the noise of the plane, which had clearly found its cruising altitude, the slurps of Gemma buried between Mavis's thighs were loud and almost obscenely intense. So engrossing was the scene for Nirvana that she did not notice Admete stand close to her, fingers toying at her own pussy as she watched, her kimono a heap on the floor. My fiancé looked up from her seated position to see the little breasts heaving and the nipples hard like organ stops, their jewels glinting under the bar cabin's subdued lights. She wanted to touch her. It was not long before that desire became reality.

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