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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, May 19, 2014

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story_codes: M/gg (11, 6), first, coerce, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: When two young sisters are stranded in an airport, our hero comes to the rescue - with a private plane, no less. At 30,000 feet, air fares are no longer negotiable. And panties will not remain in an upright and locked position for the duration of the flight.

story_language: English




Unaccompanied Minors

Written by madvlad


	"Excuse me, ma'am, but we-"

	"I'm off shift," the gate agent said, glancing at her watch and sparing even less time to look at the two desperate-looking girls. "Try someone over in the B Concourse."

	"But there's nobody...there," the older girl protested but the woman was already walking away.

	Vic had been watching the girls ever since he exited the lounge reserved for platinum level fliers. He rarely flew commercially anymore and in fact had his private jet here at the airport, but he had arranged a meeting with a business client who had use of the lounge and the location fit both of their busy schedules. This wasn't uncommon with his travel schedule and he had a security pass to get through checkpoints without an airline boarding pass. He would have much preferred to be able to bypass the security checkpoints all together whenever he had to meet someone in the public areas of airports, but even he couldn't pull that off in this post 9/11 era of travel.

	Both girls were blonde with blue eyes, dressed identically in blue plaid skirts, white knee socks with black patent leather shoes, white blouses, and red blazers with the emblem of a private school. The older was about ten or eleven, slender with no easily discernible chest development although her blouse and blazer made it hard to determine. The younger one was maybe five or six and Vic obviously didn't try to visually measure her up for any tits.

	Both kids were pleasing to the eye - not drop-dead gorgeous, but still pretty enough to notice. Each had a lanyard from the airline hung around their neck with a plastic pouch for boarding passes and each had a small roller suitcase with them. The older one's luggage was purple while the younger's was pink with some cartoon animals on it that Vic couldn't identify.

	"Excuse me," he said, deliberately startling the girls. "Are you having some difficulty?"

	Both children were on the verge of tears and the older one spoke in a rush.

	"We're flying out to our dad's in California and when we got here a person from the airline was supposed to take us to the gate but then they went to their employees' break room and must have forgotten us because when we asked where they were someone else said they were gone. And then we missed out flight and we can't get another one and no one will help us and -"

	"Whoa," Vic interrupted. "You're going kind of fast. You're stuck here because your airline escort ditched you and it's late and there are no other connecting flights, correct?"

	"Yes, and we..."

	"Shh. Okay, why don't you call your father?"

	"He's on a honeymoon with his new wife and won't be back for another two days."

	"So why were you flying out there if he wasn't home?"

	"Because our mom had to leave for Europe - she's on a plane now. We went to the airport right after school and she went to get her flight after we boarded ours. Anyway, Dad's maid was supposed to meet us at the airport when we got there."

	"Mm hm. And did you call the maid?"

	"Uh, no. I don't have a cell phone," the older girl said, somewhat embarrassed. "Mom says I'm too young to have one. But I'm already eleven!"

	"I'm six," the younger girl peeped.

	"And do you have names?" Vic asked.

	"Oh, yeah," the older one answered with a blush. "I'm Darcy and this is Paige."

	"Pleased to meet you. My name is Elliot. Elliot Newman," Vic lied. "I happened to be leaving a meeting at the airport and I'm also going to California - Los Angeles - on my private jet."

	Vic was actually lived in Denver, Colorado, but he guessed that L.A. was a likely destination for these two. So Darcy was eleven...she might have something growing underneath that blouse after all. And she wore braces on her teeth, something that made her seem a little awkward and vulnerable. Vic's penis approved by the way it twitched during his appraisal. And Paige was an unknowing little cock tease in her own right, especially when her skirt lifted while she was scratching her upper thigh and gave him a flash of white panties.

	"Oh," Darcy said, disappointed. "Our dad lives in Sacramento."

	"Sacramento isn't much of a detour by jet," Vic assured her. "I could have you there by morning. Let me call this maid and talk to her - what's the number and what's her name?"

	Darcy told him and he dialed on his phone. A woman with a Hispanic accent answered in English.

	"Hola, se encuentra este Rosita?" he began and winked at the sisters.

	Neither girl understood Spanish, so it was easy for Vic to spin his fabrication. In the maid's native tongue, he identified himself as an airline employee and told her that there had been flight delays. But he assured her that the airline was arranging for alternative transportation and would call her when the girls arrived in Sacramento the following morning. The maid graciously thanked him and Vic turned to the girls with a smile. 

	"It's all set," he told them. "We just have to take a cab to the private terminal and we'll be on our way."

	He shepherded the two relieved sisters to a cab and they went to the private terminal where his jet was waiting. The idea of flying off with the girls to some other destination and keeping them briefly flitted through his mind. But if they went missing, there had to be plenty of airport security video footage of him talking to the girls and walking off with them. 

	No, he'd have to settle with a night. There would be plenty of time as he instructed his pilot to take a meandering route at minimum speed. As the jet accelerated down the runway, Vic gave silent thanks to the neglectful parents.

	The jet was divided into separate cabins. While Paige went to sleep in one of the forward ones, Vic had Darcy come with him to the back. He kept his manner businesslike with no raised voice. That made his subtle threats dig a little deeper as they were presented in almost an offhand manner.

	"Look, Darcy. I'm going to have to talk with your father when he gets home. You may have thought that it was fun playing at being a grown-up, but your carelessness got you in trouble. And think of Paige - she was your responsibility and you let her down."

	Darcy paled. At an age where she was trying to be thought of as mature and responsible, Vic's cold analysis was staggering.

	"But it's not my fault we missed the plane," she protested. "The person who was supposed to get us there didn't."

	"And you didn't have an itinerary with you? You didn't know how to follow the signs to your gate?" Vic countered. 

	He continued in this vein for another fifteen minutes, cataloging all of the reasons why Darcy had done everything wrong and should not be depended on for anything. During her most vehement protests, he looked bored, fiddling with his cell phone before setting it carefully on the miniature wet bar next to his seat. If she had any thoughts about riding her bike in the neighborhood or going with friends to the mall, those dreams were certainly in danger. When it was clear he had broken her down, he moved in for the kill.

	"Your mother can't even trust you with a cell phone, for crying out loud," he concluded. "Hell, you can't even wear a bra."

	"I do so have a bra," Darcy retorted. That garment was a rite of passage she had proudly earned.

	"Bull. Show me," Vic challenged.

	Darcy's courage, sparked by the bra comment, now fled again as she became embarrassed again.

	"What?" Vic spat. "You're too shy? Look at women at the beach or in ads - they're walking around with the same thing and they don't have a problem. Of course, they actually have something to show."

	Fighting tears, Darcy unbuttoned her blouse just enough to show a smooth expanse of skin and the edge of an undergarment. Vic shook his head, telling her to take off her blazer and shirt if she really wanted to prove herself. 

	Darcy took a deep breath and put her blazer on another seat and turned her back to Vic while she removed her blouse. He could see the elastic strap in the back with no clasp, which probably meant that the kid was wearing a training bra. Then she turned around, her hands fidgeting at her sides while she showed him her very modest bra.

	It was definitely a training model. The triangles of the bra were pressed nearly flat against her chest but there was a slight protuberance pushing out under each cup.

	"What do you have in there, Kleenex?" Vic snorted.

	"No, I have...I have something there..." Darcy replied as her voice trailed off. 

	"Then prove it," Vic snapped. 

	When Darcy gave him a wounded look, he softened his tone.

	"Or, don't prove it, little girl," he went on, putting particular emphasis on the last two words. "Get dressed and go back to your dolls and babysitters. At least Paige has an excuse because she's only six years old."

	Darcy stood in place in front of Vic. With her lower lip trembling, Darcy fumbled and slid the straps from her shoulders; her nervousness creating a slow strip tease for Vic. As the front slipped down slightly, he could tell how the flesh on each side of her chest was puffing outward.
When it was clear that he wasn't yet satisfied, Darcy pulled her training bra down further, exposing her pink nipples and the delicate swells of flesh budding around them. 

	Vic was always delighted to see how young girls matured. Some had enlarged and puffy nipples but Darcy's nips hadn't widened very much. Perhaps an inch or so of the flesh surrounding the circumference of her areolae had begun to bud, elevating the girl's nipples about a half inch from her torso. Before Darcy could protest, Vic reached out and took hold of her by her ribs and pulled her close so he could manhandle her tiny mammaries. 

	When she tried to pull away, he tightened his fingers on her breasts just enough to let her know she had better stay where she was. She shivered as her nipples hardened under his touch and he laughed.

	"What? Haven't you ever had a boy touch you here?"

	"No."

	"What about another girl? You know - some lezzie action. Are you a dyke?"

	Darcy squeezed her eyes shut and furiously shook her head.

	"Your titties like being touched," he surmised as he continued to fondle her. "Don't try to deny it because your nippies are all stiff. It does feel good, right?"

	Darcy sniffled and nodded.

	"Maybe you aren't too immature after all. Do you like being touched here?"

	Without warning, Vic whipped one hand from Darcy's chest to under her skirt, clenching the cotton-covered mound between her legs. When Darcy tried to jerk away, he squeezed harder.

	"Now, now. Don't think you can back out now and keep your modesty," he said. "I've already got you on video getting your titties felt and saying how you liked it."

	He flicked his eyes over to his cell phone, which was propped up on the bar.

	"It's running in video mode," he told her.

	She looked at the phone and then back to Vic with panic growing in her eyes. 

	"Should I show this to Daddy so he can be assured that you're a big girl now?"

	Darcy looked like she was about to faint. It never occurred to her that Vic would be the one in trouble if the wrong people saw the footage. All she knew was that they would have seen her half naked and responding to his groping. She lowered her head and let him finger her through her panties.

	"That's a girl," Vic said reasonably. "It's so much better when you cooperate. If you want to be like an adult, then it's time someone makes a woman out of you."

	Darcy looked at him, not quite understanding until he told her to remove her skirt and panties.

	"You can leave your shoes and socks on, though, it gives you that nice school girl look," he said. Ah, now let's get a good look at you."

	Darcy was utterly defeated by now. She was trapped on this plane and this man had a movie of her. At least he was acting nicer again.

	Vic's eyes roamed over the preteen's slender body. Her chest was the only part of her that was showing much development. Her hips had no maturing flare and her mons was completely hairless although her pussy wasn't quite as round and fat as a younger girl's would be. It was still nicely fleshy though and Vic found himself salivating as he focused on her trim young twat. Wasting no more time, he quickly disrobed, chuckling as Darcy's nervous eyes took in his erection. 

	From one of the cabinets, he found a tube of sex cream - the kind that would lubricate while stimulating the sensitive areas of the vagina. It wasn't one of those brands found in adult stores but a much more potent and expensive type sold only in exclusive circles. He pressed a few buttons inside the cabinet, activating four hidden video cameras in the cabin. Darcy didn't need to know about those and was pretty much distracted as Vic slathered the cream on his prick. 

	Returning to his seat, he had Darcy get on his lap, her legs spread wide as she straddled his thighs. She had her eyes shut tightly as Vic took her by her ass, kneading her firm buttocks as he pulled her crotch against his penis. She made a noise her throat as the underside of his dick made contact with her slightly parted labia. Pulling her tighter against him, he moved her up and down just a little, rubbing the inside of her cleft with part of his length.

	Darcy's breathing quickened in a matter of minutes and Vic could feel the tip of her clit against his cock as it responded. A few minutes more and he could feel her getting damp.

	"You're ready now," he said as he lifted her up so his glans mashed into her slit. 

	Darcy choked back a sob as the man's cock pressed into her. Then he pulled her down hard, boring through her entrance and shredding her cherry. Darcy cried but was helpless to do anything as he kept tugging her down onto his shaft. 

	She was perfect, Vic thought as he maintained his invasion of her. The eleven year-old's sheath was small but pliable as it opened around the adult cock until she was fully impaled. Tears were still running down Darcy's cheeks as she stared down at where only an inch of Vic's prick remained outside of her body. They were close enough for a few of Vic's pubic hairs to tickle the preteen's bald, split mound. 

	Vic pumped the girl up and down a few times, letting his prick work inside the prepubescent, virgin snatch. Some thin red streaks appeared on his cock in testament to her defloration. But simply fucking a submissive young girl wasn't enough for him. He wanted her to make some discoveries of her own, drawing pleasure from what began as an unwilling act. 

	"Put your finger in your mouth," he ordered while he moved her up and down. "Make it real wet."

	Darcy did as she was told, looking even younger as she sucked her finger while her little nipples quivered atop her new breast buds. 

	"Now rub it on your tit - right over the nipple."

	Carefully, Darcy touched her spit-covered finger to her sensitive flesh, jerking at the near electric reaction she felt. Vic kept coaxing her softly and she complied until her entire nipple was coated with her saliva.

	"Now us your other hand and get your other tit nice and juicy."

	Darcy responded more quickly this time; something that Vic noticed.

	"That's right," he murmured. "You know you want it bad it almost hurts. I can feel your cunt getting hot, too."

	It was getting hot - and very slippery - as it responded to the stimulant in the sex cream and the motion of hard meat inside. The eleven year-old's pussy tightly rippled around the cock that had plucked her innocence. She bucked harder with her hips, aiding in their copulation as Vic still mostly controlled her vertical movements with his hands on her rump. Now she needed no reminders of how to use her hands as she kept wetting her fingers - all of them now - before she returned them to her chest. 

	She was panting loudly as the man fucked her taut and gooey preteen twat until it nearly felt as she was frothing inside. Her hands cupped her diminutive titlets, tugging on her nipples with spit-slimed fingers. With a surprised yell, she tossed her head back, learning what it was like to cum. Vic was glad she came when she did because he couldn't hold back any longer. While Darcy was still seized in her orgasm, Victor furiously pumped his load into her preteen uterus which was not quite mature enough to produce a baby yet. 

	Vic had to move his hands up Darcy's back to keep her from falling backwards from his lap as she became limp.

	Her eyes were full of questions but neither of them said a word until Vic had eased her from his lap. She limped to the small bathroom with trails of pinkish fluids snaking down her legs. When she returned, Vic gave her a pill he said would relax her. She took it and quietly got dressed. As she left the cabin, she paused at the door as if she was going to say something, but she went into the darkened cabin where her sister was and quickly joined her in slumber.

	Paige was less of a challenge, but Vic didn't have the patience for any deep mind games anymore. Once Darcy was out cold, Vic woke Paige and brought her to the rear cabin. Opposite of what he had done with her older sister; Vic complimented Paige on how mature she had acted at the airport, never crying once. 

	This led to discussions about things that grown-ups did. With flattery and gentle touches, Vic had the child down to her panties in short order. She had been shy about removing them and Vic did not force the issue. Putting come of the sex cream on her index finger, he instructed her on how to apply it. His dick was primed and ready while he watched the younger with her hand stuffed down the front of her panties as she rubbed the cream into her cunny. The widening of her eyes told Vic how well the stuff was working.

	Now he leaned back in his seat as Paige lay on her side with her lower body next to him while her head was bobbing on his prick. The girl kept her thighs parted, allowing Vic access to her crotch. Paige's pussy was definitely plumper than Darcy's as Vic explored her through her panties. The cotton became soaked as the tot grew more excited, giving Vic a more intimate feel of her round little contours of her labia and the tiny stiff nubbin of her clitty. 

	When he had first coaxed Paige to put her tongue on his meat, Vic loved the look on her face as she encountered an odd flavor. He nearly came there and then as he watched the little girl unknowingly tasting the essence of her sister's formerly virgin cunny until it was all licked clean. 
Now Paige's lips clamped him and her little tongue flickered here and there on his cock while she took her first face fucking.

	With the girl's hands holding his prick, Vic wet his own fingers on his free hand and made Paige's miniature nipples come to life on her flat chest, drawing a few muffled murmurs from her cock-stuffed mouth. As Paige's excitement mounted so did Vic's. He jerked her panties down, getting no resistance from his little partner as her bald pussy was laid bare, gleaming with her own juices. He manipulated the six year-old's tiny genitals until her thighs clamped against his hand while she quaked with a climax. 

	Taking his hand from her chest, Vic placed it on top of her head, holding her fast so she had to swallow most of his load when he burst in her mouth. Some of it dribbled from her, coating her lower lip as it dribbled down her chin and put pearly little dots on her chest. It was only afterward that Paige became distressed when she discovered how wet her panties had become.

	"They'll think I'm a baby because I have wet panties," she sniffed.

	"You have more in your bag, right?" Vic asked.

	"Uh huh."

	"Just put on a dry pair after you get dressed and I'll personally make sure no one ever finds this pair."

	Paige was greatly relieved and rewarded Vic with a peck on his cheek. After she dressed, she went back to the forward cabin and was soon asleep again. Inhaling the bouquet of six year-old cunt from the tiny underwear crumpled in his hand, Vic silently congratulated himself on a very good night. 

	It would have been nice to pop Paige's cherry and teach Darcy some other things, but he didn't want to push his luck in one night. And now that he knew where they lived, he was sure he would have opportunities to fill the void of often-absent parents - and to fill a few other things as well.

	

	
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