Thanks for Flying Türkiye Airways

The first, and so far only, time I've ever managed to score three way happened a couple months back when I was coming home from Germany. I'm not exactly what you would call inexperienced with the ladies. In fact, before I'd even gotten on the airplane that day, I was sitting at the airport bar and flirting with some of my fellow passengers. One of them in particular stood out, and I mean that quite literally.

She was a cute thing, with a sort of punk rock look going on. She had short, spiky hair dyed a bright shade of neon red, along with several piercings in her ears, nose, eyebrow and lip. A short sleeve leather halter top, plaid skirt and fishnets, complete with what looked to be black combat boots, completed her wardrobe. I could see a row of elaborate tattoos across her upper arm, and I couldn't help but wonder what else on this girl was tattooed and/or pierced. Naturally, I immediately gravitated towards her and struck up a conversation.

The girl was about as interesting as you might expect. She told me that her name was Maja, that she was only twenty years old, and that she was flying out to India, making a stopover at Istanbul. That meant she was on my flight! How fortuitous! As we sat together, I told her a little about myself as well. I was heading back to Turkey after working for a while in Germany.

"What line of work are you in," she asked.

"Music producer," I told her.

Maja seemed a little shocked by that.

"Really," she asked, sounding more than a little incredulous.

I reached into the pocket of my leather jacket and pulled out one of my business cards, handing it to the sexy punk rock woman sitting next to me.

"Yeah," I said, "I mostly work in the Turkish language community, both at home and over here in Germany."

It was true. There are a lot of us Turks living and working overseas in Germany, and some of my best talent has come from the Turkish community over there!

"We cover rap, metal, even some underground electronic type sounds."

"Cool," Maja said leaning over towards me, "Anyone I know of?"

"Probably not," I said.

I listed off some of the major finds that I'd managed to sign to my company's label... DJ Mehmet Pasha, die Jön Türkler, the Dead Atatürks, Turkey Dinner, and so forth. Maja just shook her head, so I decided to reach into my briefcase and give her one of my company's demo CDs. If nothing else, I could claim that it was a legitimate business advertisement!

When we finally were allowed to board the plane, I conveniently managed to find a seat next to the young punk rock princess. Yeah, I felt that there was some chemistry brewing between us, and I wanted to continue our conversation. Besides, it was going to be a good couple of hours before we even landed back in Istanbul, so I figured I had to do something useful with my time. Turns out I was right on the money on that one.

Maja and me continued to make conversation during the flight, even as the veritable army of air hostesses went back and forth through the aisles. Almost all of them had bleached their hair and dyed it some shade of auburn, red and even platinum blond, and they were all wearing matching bright red uniforms, to match my country's flag of course. I couldn't help but lick my lips a bit as one walked right past me, her shapely ass shaking back and forth as she handed out little bags of pistachios to the customers.

Eventually, when things had died down a little, I moved closer to Maja and we continued our conversation in private. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"So," I had, "Have you ever wanted to join the mile high club?"

Maja giggled, and then she whispered to me.

"I already have," she said, "But I'd be up for it again if you're in the mood!"

Damn! This young woman was a real slut! I couldn't pass up that opportunity, so I followed her into the cramped water closet. It was amazing that two people could fit in there, even if she was somewhat petite to begin with. Maja took hold of her metal-studded belt and took it off, dropping her plaid skirt and torn fishnet pantyhose. She was wearing a lacey black thong underneath.

I leaned forward and brought my lips around hers, quickly slipping her out of her leather halter top as we made out. Maja was a skinny young woman, and she had small, perky boobs. Sure enough, the tattoos on her upper arm continued all the way to her chest, and along her back and ribs. She also had pierced nipples. As I felt up her firm young tits, I slipped out of my leather jacket and dropped my jeans.

My cock was already a little hard from the excitement, but Maja reached forward anyway and began to stroke it.

"Yeah baby," she said, "You like that?"

"Oh yeah," I told her as I kissed her skinny neck, "You make my dick hard! I'm going to fuck you with it! Fuck you good and hard!"

I ran my hands through her short, spiky hair. There wasn't really much of it to grab, but it seemed like a good erotic gesture all the same. Maja leaned back and wrapped her surprisingly strong legs around my midsection as I moved between her thighs. The young woman was already wet, so it was quite easy for me to penetrate into her cunt. Maja encouraged me, whispering hot suggestions about what she wanted me to do to her as I pumped in and out of the young woman's juicy pussy.

A couple minutes later, I shot a load of jizz deep into her waiting womb. I slowly let her catch her breath, and then pulled out of her. Knowing that we were a little pressed for time, we both cleaned up and started to get dressed. As soon as we were done, I opened the door and walked out...

Unfortunately, standing right in front of us was one of the air hostesses... but the weird part was that she had hiked up her little red miniskirt and had her hand over her thin panties.

"What the," was all I managed to get out.

"Oh," she said, quickly trying to cover herself, "I'm sorry... it's just..."

The woman turned to leave, but Maja put her arms around the woman and stopped her.

"It's okay," she said, "I think that this air hostess wants to join us!"

I was a little shocked by that. The platinum blond air hostess just blushed.

"Is that true," I asked.

"Yes," she said, "I came back here and I saw you two making sex! It was just sooo hot, the next thing I knew, I was beginning to pleasure myself and..."

"Well why don't you join us," Maja said.

At that point, I honestly don't know who was more surprised, the air hostess or myself. But I definitely had to give Maja credit. She was one kinky, and very persuasive, young thing.

Maja reached over and began to kiss the air hostess, hiking up the poor woman's skirt and feeling up her already moist pussy. The woman resisted a little a first, but soon began to accept Maja's ministrations. I saw her hand snake around back and lovingly grope Maja's firm young ass.

Not really sure of what to do myself, I simply went behind the air hostess and lifted up her miniskirt. She was taller and a little more curvaceous than Maja, and she had a really big ass. I smacked it a couple of times, causing her to meekly cry out in pleasure as she continued to make out with her punk rock lover.

I grabbed the air hostess's full, round butt cheeks and spread them, pointing the engorged tip of my cock against the entrance to her anus. Still lubricated from my previous fuck session with Maja back in the water closet, it slid right in without even a sign of protest or resistance from the woman. She simply continued to make out with Maja, greedily thrusting her hips as the younger woman stuck her fingers deep into her waiting cunt.

I pressed firmly down on her ass as I gained momentum, slowly building up a nice pace to thrust in and out of her ass. Since she was busy with the other woman, I decided I would grab hold of her platinum blond hair, roughly pulling on it while I violated her from behind. I couldn't really make out what she was trying to say, but after a couple more minutes I soon shot my white hot seed deep into her gaping bowels.

Spent, we collapsed into a pile on the floor. As we tried to catch our breath, I wrapped my arms around both of the sexy women who had treated me to my first threesome.

"No that's what I call customer service," I said, gently stroking the air hostess's platinum blond locks.