by Ella Ford
Jenny thought for a few seconds before replying, “I don’t know. It was weird, I was starting to enjoy it, but then I was suddenly aware of you all watching me and I felt really… exposed. I’ve never been shy before, but this was different. I felt so vulnerable and I panicked.”
Brie nodded, “Yeah, I felt the same when Kelly and me… you know…” She flashed a glance at Kelly and blushed.
“How did you deal with it?” Jenny asked, eager to hear what this tall redhead had to say.
Brie paused, “I guess… uh…. well, Kelly is a great kisser,” it was Kelly’s turn to blush at this, “and I kind of lost myself in her touch and the rest of you became irrelevant. No offence!” They all laughed again.
“Maybe I just need to get Kelly to kiss me the next time I’m getting fucked,” Jenny quipped and Kelly flicked her ice cream covered spoon at her. Jenny collapsed in a fit of giggles.
They sat in silence for the next few minutes, enjoying the ice cream and each other’s company. Finally, Kelly spoke, “Okay Jen, I think I have a plan that doesn’t depend on my unrivalled kissing ability.”
“I’m all ears,” replied Jenny.
“Okay, I think you need to confront your fears. You don’t like being naked and exposed around other people, you don’t like to be looked at right?”
“Sure.”
“Then show us what you’re so ashamed of!”
Jenny looked at her, confused, “I’m not sure I understand…”
“Take off the robe. Spread your legs. Let us see the goods,” Kelly pointed at Jenny’s crotch, “Play with yourself in front of us and we’ll sit here like it’s the most normal thing in the world and watch you and talk about the latest Gossip Girls.”
“I…I’m not sure I could do that,” said Jenny, a familiar feeling of panic rising within her.
Brie spoke again, “No, I think it’s a good idea. We’re all friends here, no judgement, think of it as acclimatization!”
“Hmmm, well, if you think it’ll help,” Jenny relented and moved to untie her robe. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders and sat back on the beanbag again, keeping her legs together and covering her breasts with her arm.
Kelly moved to kneel beside her, placing a hand on her knee, “Come on, relax, let yourself be free.” She traced a finger down Jenny’s thigh and smiled at her. Brie had moved to sit opposite Kelly on Jenny’s right and gently forced a warm hand between her legs, urging them apart.
Jenny felt her pulse quicken at the touch of these two girls, but couldn’t bring herself to expose her body entirely. She held her legs together. Kelly seemed to sense Jenny’s reluctance and sat back.
“I think we’re going to have give you some help here,” Kelly said, moving to kneel at Jenny’s feet and beckoning Brie to join her. Brie didn’t hesitate and knelt facing Kelly, their knees touching. Jenny watched the two girls before her, wondering what they were planning.
“I noticed that you seemed somewhat agitated earlier when me and Brie gave our little performance,” Kelly said, her eyes locked on Brie’s, “so let’s see if we can get you going again.” With that, she reached forward to hook a manicured finger under Brie’s neck scarf, pulling her friend towards her and pressing their lips together. Brie responded immediately, kissing Kelly back and hurriedly unbuttoning the other girl’s blouse.
Jenny looked on, hypnotised by the scene unfolding just inches away from her. She felt herself relaxing slightly, her arm fell from her breasts to rest at her side.
Brie finished fumbling with the buttons and eagerly pulled Kelly’s blouse off her shoulders, then leaned forwards to undo and remove the other girl’s bra. Kelly’s breasts fell free, they were large and firm and very inviting. Brie didn’t wait and plunged her tongue forwards to hungrily lick at Kelly’s erect nipples. Kelly threw her head back and moaned, thrusting her tits out and urging Brie onwards.
Jenny breathed heavily, her pulse quickened and she felt her own desire rising. Her hands massaged her own breasts and she longed to feel Brie’s expert touch upon them too. Without realising it, she parted her legs and spread herself wide, her wet pussy open and available.
Realising that her plan was working, Kelly glanced in her direction and smiled before closing her eyes once again as Brie continued to devour her nipples. Brie pulled back suddenly, hands tearing at her own blouse and bra. In the blink of an eye, her own tits were free and she set upon Kelly once again, lost in her own desires. The two girls kissed deeply, breasts pushed together, hands clawing at each other as though possessed with a desperate need that could not be fulfilled.
Jenny’s hand was now between her own legs, fingers deftly parting her damp lips and massaging her throbbing clit. She was breathing heavily now, and moved her free hand to massage her breast. Her reluctance to be exposed now forgotten, she longed for these two girls to see her, to touch her, to taste her, to smell her. There was no part of her that she didn’t want them to experience and she moaned her invitation to them.
Kelly and Brie turned to face her as one, still embracing, their sweating bodies writhing together. Jenny forced her legs wider, thrusting her pussy upwards, daring them towards herself. They took the bait, moving together to kneel between Jenny’s legs. In perfect unison, they each bent to kiss and lick her thighs, slowly, maddeningly working their way to the centre. Jenny raised her legs backwards towards her head and held them there, allowing both girls access to her waiting pussy. Kelly was first to oblige, plunging her tongue deep into Jenny’s lips, lapping back and forth, savouring the taste before finding her clit. Brie grasped Jenny’s ass cheeks, forcing them apart and greedily pushing her tongue onto her asshole.
Jenny screamed at the intense feelings coursing through her body. She pushed her head back and arched her back, she longed for both girls to lick harder and deeper. Sensing her need, they intensified their efforts. She raised her head, looking between her legs, desperate to see these two girls devouring her holes. As she looked on, Kelly and Brie briefly ceased their assault to kiss each other, before diving back to Jenny. The sight of this frenzy sent Jenny wild, her entire body tensed as she felt the orgasm building inside herself. Slowly at first, distant and vague, but picking up pace quickly and filling her body with an unbearable warmth. She struggled to contain it, to prolong it and ride the waves of pleasure it caused, but she could no longer hold back the tidal wave of desire. With one final spasm, she let the orgasm take her, body and mind exploding as one.
“YES! YES! YES!” she screamed, gripping the hair of the two girls and forcing them into her as her body quaked. A fireball rose through her body, filling her belly, her breasts, her arms and legs. She thought it would never end, feared it might not, hoped it wouldn’t. But gradually, her body settled and calm returned. She regained her senses, the muscles in her arms and legs still quivering.
Brie and Kelly still sat between her legs. They gently caressed each other, smiling as they watched Jenny recover. Their eyes wandered over her body, and Jenny was aware that she was entirely exposed before them. To her surprise, she didn’t care about this.
Brie was the first to speak, “Told you Kelly was a good kisser!” and Kelly playfully squeezed her friend’s nipple. They laughed and collapsed together to lay either side of Jenny on the beanbag, their legs entangled with hers.
Chapter 3
The next morning, Jenny awoke to find a note had been pushed underneath her door. It was from the principal’s office, advising her that the principal wanted a meeting with her to discuss what had happened. She groaned as she realised that she would be forced to account for her failure, and started to get ready.
Kelly and Brie had stayed till late the previous night. The three of them had pleasured each other until they were exhausted, before collapsing into bed to talk into the early hours like teens on a sleepover. The air in her room was heavy with the aroma of perfume and sex and she shivered involuntarily at the memory of what they’d done.
After getting showered and dressed, she arranged her hair
and did her make up. If she was being expelled from SubAir Academy today, she was going to make damned sure she looked her best so they knew what they were losing. Finally satisfied, she left her room and crossed the central square to the principal’s office. She was greeted by Principal Stafford’s personal assistant, Ruth. Ruth was a pleasant and attractive girl, around the same age as Jenny. They’d chatted together when Jenny had checked into the academy the previous weekend. She had blonde hair, cut to a cute bob and wore the tightest blouse possible, her breasts stretching at the tight fabric in a concerted effort to escape.
Jenny realised that she was staring at the girl’s tits, and forced herself to focus. How can I not be satisfied after last night? she thought to herself. “I’m here to see Principal Stafford,” she finally said.
Ruth grinned, presumably not unfamiliar with admiring glances. “Go right in Jenny, he’s expecting you.”
Jenny thanked her and walked to the door. Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she could feel Ruth’s eyes looking her up and down as she walked away. Reaching the door, she knocked lightly and pushed her way in.
Principal Stafford’s office was large and bright. One wall was given over entirely to three huge, gothic windows, their frosted glass providing light but no view of the outside. The remaining walls were populated from floor to high ceiling with books. Endless rows of tomes, both ancient and modern. Jenny tried to discern the names of some of the books, but the titles were unfamiliar to her. Principal Stafford sat at his desk in front of one of the book covered walls. A vast and ornate mahogany surface, covered in yet more books and endless stacks of papers. He looked up as she entered and motioned for her to sit on one of the two comfy looking chairs in front of his desk.
“Ah, Jenny Jones, please, do sit down. Can I have Ruth bring you a coffee or a tea perhaps?”
“Th-thank you, I’d love a coffee,” she managed to say, utterly intimidated by this musty room and the imposing figure of the principal, still a towering presence even while seated at the enormous desk. She sat down demurely and crossed her legs.
Stafford pushed his intercom button and spoke, “Ruth, would you bring in two coffees please. Thank you.”
“Yes, Principal, right away,” replied Ruth from the other room.
Principal Stafford leaned forward, crossed his fingers under his chin and sighed deeply. He studied her intently, his piercing gaze causing her to flush uncontrollably. Jenny shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable, hoping he would speak. He finally did.
“I want to talk about yesterday,” he said and she opened her mouth to defend herself. He shushed her quiet and continued. “It may seem like a terribly cruel thing to do to you, but it is essential that SubAir selects a particular kind of girl to crew our planes. Our hostesses must be sensual, willing and entirely obedient, because at thirty five thousand feet, there won’t be room for reluctance. Our passengers are among the most powerful men and women in the world, and they will not stand for anything other than total submission. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she responded, nodding.
“As such, our girls must have their obedience tested from the very first moment they enroll in SubAir Academy and failure to be anything other than totally willing must result in expulsion.” Jenny felt her shoulders sink as she realised what was coming next.
“Please sir,” she implored, “It was my first day, I’m not sure what came over me, I just froze up with everyone looking at me. Please, you have to give me another chance. All I ever wanted was to be a SubAir hostess!”
Stafford stood and walked around to where she sat, leaning back against the edge of the desk and folding his thick arms in front of him. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple Jenny. The conduct rules at SubAir are quite clear. Our students must be capable and willing to submit to our clients, to do whatever is asked of them, regardless of the circumstances. They are required to perform in intimate surroundings or in full view of the entire plane. We cannot risk you freezing like that.”
Jenny felt tears welling in her eyes. There was a light knock at the door, and Ruth entered, carrying a tray with two coffees on it. Jenny saw the girl enter and an idea suddenly occurred to her.
She straightened her back, wiped the tears from her cheeks and spoke once again. “Sir, I believe I can be everything required of a SubAir hostess and I want you to give me one final chance to prove it.”
Stafford looked on, skeptical but intrigued by her change in demeanour. “Very well Miss Jones, you have my attention.”
Jenny smiled, “Thank you sir,” she turned her attention to Ruth, “Ruth, would you be so kind as to sit down here please?”
Ruth looked at Stafford, not sure what was happening. Stafford nodded, and Ruth moved to sit on the chair beside Jenny. Jenny smiled at the girl and patted her knee. She turned back to Stafford and rose to stand. Without waiting for him to respond, she dropped to her knees before him.
“Sir, how may I satisfy you?” she asked, head bowed in submission, her arms crossed behind her back.
Stafford raised an eyebrow, “My dear, I’m not sure what this is intended to prove.”
Jenny cleared her throat, her heart beating quickly. She needed to get this exactly right. “Sir, I am offering myself to you to do as you please. I will obey your every command, and Ruth will watch as you use me. If I can perform in front of her, if I am comfortable being fucked by you with a complete stranger in the room, then surely I deserve a second chance?”
“Hmm, well I suppose that might be a good test,” mused Stafford and looked at Ruth, “My dear, would you mind being a part of this?”
“No sir, not at all,” purred Ruth. Jenny was convinced that she detected a note of mischief in the girl’s voice.
“Very well then. Let’s get you out of those clothes for a start.”
Jenny stood from her kneeling position and quickly stripped out of her clothes, discarding everything except her stockings and shiny red heels. There was no room for modesty today, so she proudly stood before Stafford, her arms crossed behind her back, pushing her chest forwards provocatively.
Stafford looked on, his arms folded and leaning against the desk. He grinned his approval. “Back on your knees please,” he motioned at the ground. Immediately, Jenny returned to the kneeling position. The very act of following orders excited her. She was also surprised how much she relished her nakedness. A far cry from the discomfort of yesterday, instead she felt her pulse race at the thought of Ruth and Stafford staring at her body. Use me! she cried inwardly, her desire to submit drowning out any fleeting sense of reluctance to be naked in front of people.
Stafford stood up straight and took a step forward to stand in front of her. Without a single word, he unfastened his pants and pushed them to the floor. Jenny found herself face to face with his erection. It was huge and perfectly rigid. She could feel the warmth from it, she could smell the scent of his desire. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth expectantly and soon felt his rod pass between her lips. She started slowly, swirling her tongue around the swollen tip. With her lips, she gripped the shaft, soaking it in her saliva and relishing the salty taste of it.
Stafford grabbed her head and forced himself deeper into her. Jenny focused and caught the gag before it happened, feeling Stafford’s cock touch the back of her throat. Again and again she took him, lips and tongue caressing up and down the entire throbbing length. She moved her hands up from behind her back and gently massaged his balls, gripping the base of his shaft with her other hand. She opened her eyes and glanced upwards, Stafford’s face was lost in ecstasy as he tightened his grip on her head. She felt him thrusting forwards faster and harder, and she attempted to slow the pace to prolong his pleasure.
Suddenly, she felt Stafford grab a handful of her long hair and pull her off his cock. She fought against his grip, desperate to get back to her job, but he was too strong. Unable to resist, she felt her head turning under Stafford’s direction and found herself facing Rut
h. To her surprise, Ruth had hitched her skirt up around her waist and had one leg resting over the chair’s arm, her stiletto heel dangling from her stockinged foot as she frantically played with herself. Her eyes were locked square on Jenny’s face and her fingers worked frantically on her exposed pussy. Her face was flushed and she was panting heavily.
Stafford stood, still holding Jenny by the hair and dragged her the few feet to where Ruth sat. Ruth’s eyes looked at Stafford imploringly and she spread her legs further apart. Jenny glanced at Ruth’s pussy as Ruth used her fingers to spread her lips wide. She longed to taste this vivacious young girl and she soon got her wish as Stafford forced her head down between Ruth’s legs. Jenny needed no further prompting and plunged her tongue into Ruth’s warm folds.
As she did so, she felt Stafford kneel behind her, taking her hips in his hands. She angled her back to push her pussy upwards, allowing him easier access. Stafford forced himself into her, meeting no resistance from her wet hole. She groaned with delight as his taut member filled her completely and passed on her pleasure to Ruth by licking her clit with renewed vigor. Ruth moaned above her, grabbing her head and pushing her face deeper inside herself. Jenny’s mind reeled as Stafford pounded her roughly from behind and she struggled for breath between Ruth’s legs. She felt overwhelmed and lost, trapped in a place of pure lust between these two insatiable strangers.
Jenny became aware that Stafford was nearing climax. His grip tightened and his cock forced itself deeper and faster. Then, once again, she felt a familiar tug as Stafford took a handful of her hair and pulled her back off Ruth. Ruth moaned in complaint and quickly moved a hand to take the place of Jenny’s tongue.
Dragging her backwards, Stafford forced her to her knees in front of him again, but held her head back, preventing her from using her mouth. Instead, he wrapped his strong hands around his glistening cock and pumped frantically, inches from her face. Jenny prepared herself, finding that she craved his seed on her. She opened her mouth, eager and waiting, her tongue ready to catch every last drop. Sure enough, Stafford’s pace quickened and finally he thrust his hips forwards, his hand spasming around his cock as it spat his hot juice into Jenny’s face - in her mouth, her eyes, her hair, on her tits. Jenny took it all, greedily catching what she could in her mouth. Behind her, she heard Ruth reach her climax as she screamed out loud. Jenny longed to turn her head to see the girl orgasm, but she was still held fast by Stafford.