The flight was going to land soon. She had watched a movie and played a game on her phone. She decided to spend her last hour of the flight reading her book. While an empty seat beside her would have been preferred, she was glad the man next to her had been calm, quiet, and most importantly, had not hogged the armrest or manspread his legs into her area. He kept to himself. That was good, because the book she was reading was rather racy, and she was not looking to answer any questions from strangers.

She opened up her tablet, launched the book app, and picked up where she had left off, in the middle of chapter 12...

The CEO of the company, a woman in her late 40’s, was ruthless in the boardroom, as well as in the bedroom. When she set her sights on something she was determined to get it. From complex legal deals structured to drive competition out of business, to pressuring employees into sexual favors in exchange for career advancement, she was the very definition of power run amok. She was currently interviewing a prospective new hire. The young man wanted to negotiate a higher salary, but she said they required a probationary period during which his skill levels would be assessed, and future potential would be evaluated. She unprofessionally dragged her finger across his shoulder and down his bicep while explaining he should join her for dinner to discuss opportunities. The description of the bulge in his pants was enough to make any reader blush.

Needing to catch her own breath, the woman looked up and around the cabin as if she was stretching her neck, before returning to the story. She knew the storyline was about to heat up. To her surprise, the man next to her had his phone in his lap and had typed a few sentences into his notes app. Unable to resist, she discreetly glanced over and read what he had typed.

“I apologize for reading over your shoulder, but that is a very… engaging book you are reading. From what little I have read… I like it. “

She quickly returned her eyes to her book. Was that message written to her? Was he reading her book? It seemed like too much of a coincidence. She did not want to look at him or talk to him, but she was very curious. She tried to continue reading.

The CEO and the new employee were at a fancy restaurant. She slipped her shoe off and was sliding her foot up the young man’s leg under the table. He was struggling to maintain his composure while talking to the waiter.

She glanced at the man’s phone next to her.

“That guy is in over his head. The CEO is going to… own him.”

I knew it! she thought. He IS reading my book. She didn’t know if she should say something, put it away, or just keep reading and let him read too.

Then an idea struck. She swiped the book aside and opened her own notes app. Without looking up or at him, she typed on her tablet…

“You like reading this sort of stuff?”

Without moving her head she glanced over at his phone.

He wrote, “I don’t usually, but I do now.”

“What do you like about it?” She typed.

He paused, and then “I like her confidence. I like how she makes her own rules. She’s strong. The way she just goes for it is… hot.”

Surprisingly, she was enjoying this silent, anonymous conversation. Also, she agreed with him, the CEO’s confidence was hot. She opened the book again and scrolled back a few chapters searching for a particular passage. When she found it she paused held still, hoping he was reading it.

The CEO was in an elevator with a different man, explaining how it was critical that he work through the weekend to have a big project completed by Monday. The CEO locked eyes with the man, standing close, in his personal space, and glaring at him. Suddenly she grabbed his crotch and squeezed. His eyes went wide in terror. She reminded him that performance reviews were coming up, and this would be a good time for him to put in some extra work.

She glanced over at his phone as he typed.

“🔥🔥🔥”

Something about the situation gave her a spark of courage. She flipped back to her notes app and typed.

“Take off your coat and put it in your lap.”

She waited, motionless.

He typed nothing, set down his phone, then slowly removed his coat and folded it in his lap.

Her heart was racing, but everything about this felt like the right time to try. Without lifting her head, she moved her arm over the armrest, reached her hand under his coat, and grabbed the inside of his thigh. Luck was with her, as her hand clamped down on his hard bulge. She squeezed it, massaging it, as if she was pumping it up.

With her other hand she flipped through the book, looking to share another juicy scene. She found the passage…

The CEO was in bed, on top of a man, grinding her pussy down on his face, occasionally lifting up for him to gasp for breath. The dom/sub energy was strong.

After giving him enough time to read it, she swiped back to the notes app and typed…

“Unzip.”

The man carefully unbuckled his seat belt, unzipped his pants, and peeled them open as far as they would go. He adjusted the coat in his lap to keep it all covered.

Pushing her elbow up against his chest, she lifted up and then reached down into his pants, past his pubic hair, and found his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his bare skin, feeling the thickness of his shaft, the heat of his flesh. She roughly pulled it up and out of his pants, without regard to his sensitive glans being dragged across the folds of fabric.

He let out a short gasp, and then went silent as she started to stroke him.

She turned the page for him to continue reading.

The flight attendant started their “prepare to land” instructions.

The CEO was still grinding on the man’s face, and now she was slapping his erection side to side. She was explaining to the man’s wife that the male penis can take a lot more physical abuse than most people expect, and most men can’t help but get more aroused from this rough treatment. The man's wife only grunted in response. The ball gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking coherently. All she could do was sit there naked, tied to the chair, and watch her husband’s boss use and abuse him like a full size sex doll.

She could feel the man’s cock get exceptionally hard, and his breathing suddenly paused. She knew he was close. Right as the plane touched down he erupted with surge after surge of cum coursing through his manhood. She stroked him hard, feeding those convulsions with more stimulation, and milking every last drop from his meat. When the contractions subsided she released her grip and wiped her hand on his pants as she withdrew from his lap. She didn’t look at him or speak a word. When the chime sounded she got up, collected her things, and exited the aircraft. She didn’t need to stick around and watch him deal with his mess. Likely there were big sticky wet spots on his pants and his coat. But that was for him to figure out. She got what she wanted, she had enjoyed herself, and now she walked through the terminal with a new found level of confidence.