by Ella Ford
She fell to her knees before First Officer Bennett, folding her arms behind her back and thrusting her chest out invitingly. She looked up at him, eyes large and doe-like. “May I relieve you Sir?” she asked, her voice laced with an innocent tone that sounded at odds to what she was suggesting.
Bennett grinned, his face lit up at this unexpected offer. He looked to the Captain for permission, “You okay for ten minutes, Frank?”
The Captain nodded and turned his attention back to his instruments. Bennet sat back in his seat, not saying a word. “Be my guest,” his expression said to Jenny.
Jenny shuffled forwards in the cramped cabin and knelt between the First Officer’s legs. She felt his warm through the trousers, the musk of his arousal stirring something within her. She loved to be in this position, kneeling before someone, offering herself to them for their pleasure. She fumbled with his zip, feeling the hard swelling of his cock through the material of his pants. It strained to be free, yearned to be inside her. Obligingly, she released it, allowing it to fall free into her hands. He was already erect as she gripped the shaft. The tip glistened, the wetness indicating his arousal.
She moved her hand up and down the length, enjoying the way the skin moved in her grip, savouring the way his breathing changed as she worked. She teased him, slowly drawing her tongue up the full length of his manhood to circle the girth of his helmet. Finally, she covered him with her lips, taking as much as she could bear inside her warm mouth. He flinched as he impaled her, clutching the arms of the seat as she began to suck up and down his rod. His breathing changed, short gasps quickened as his pleasure increased.
Jenny moved a hand to cup his balls, lightly gripping them and rolling them around with her fingers. She withdrew her mouth from his cock and took one of his balls in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the smooth lump. Bennett jumped in the seat, his knuckles now white with exertion as he gripped the seat. Her mouth fell on his shaft again, taking it deeper and resisting the gag. She moved faster now, longer strokes with more pressure behind his helmet. She felt his legs become tense around her, his hands reached out and gripped her head around her ears, trying to guide her rhythm to reach his climax. She allowed herself to be manipulated, surrendering her wet mouth to this stranger. She concentrated only on the cock that now fucked her face, applying the right amount of pressure to the right places.
Her efforts paid off. Bennett panted harder and quicker. “Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhh,” he gasped, pulling her head forwards one final time as he exploded inside her mouth. She struggled to contain it, struggled to swallow the endless torrent that gushed into her. She thought she might faint, such was the volume that pumped out of the throbbing member, but she held her nerve and took it all. Bennett fell back in the seat, face glistening with sweat and strained with exhaustion. She let his cock fall out of her mouth and wiped her lips with her fingers.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” she asked meekly.
“N-no, that’s all for now thanks, Miss Jones,” whispered Bennett.
Jenny beamed a friendly smile, “Enjoy your meals gentlemen,” and turned on her heel to leave the cockpit.
Chapter 4
There was around three hours of flight time left until they reached their destination. Jenny and Paige were in the galley, relaxing once again on the comfy sofa there. Jenny had told Paige about her encounter with Bennett in the cockpit and Paige had laughed.
“Oh god, I’m amazed he had anything left in him after last night! I swear, the man is a geyser! He came in every hole I knew about and then splashed my tits and face for good measure. And he still made me give him a handjob this morning! No idea where he gets it all from!”
Jenny had nodded, remembering the deluge that filled her mouth earlier.
Suddenly, a buzz from the galley comms panel made them both look up. The passengers needed something. They both stood, heading out into the cabin to see what was required. Paige picked up the water jug, in case they wanted a refill.
They reached the Prime Minister and Maria, and Jenny moved to stand before them. She adopted the SubAir regulation pose, her legs slightly parted, arms behind her back. “How may I help you?” she asked with a friendly smile. Paige stayed back, holding the water jug.
Maria regarded Jenny warmly, and beckoned Paige forward as well. Paige placed the water jug on the floor behind the seats and joined Jenny, adopting the same submissive pose.
Jenny noted that Maria’s warmth was not reflected in the Prime Minister’s face. Instead, her husband eyed the two hostesses warily, a mix of contempt and embarrassment on his face.
“I was just saying to my husband that it would be rude of us not to avail ourselves of your skilfull services, wasn’t I dear?”
The Prime Minister just harrumphed and looked away.
Maria continued, “Ignore my husband. He puts on a gruff exterior for his public, but is a pussy cat inside.” The Prime Minister grunted again. “Anyway, as I was saying. It would be rude of us, not to mention most undiplomatic, to spurn any hospitality that your employer, Mr Chambers, has so kindly provided for us. My husband, on the other hand, is most insistent that we snooze the flight away and don’t get drawn into such ‘wanton’ behaviour. But I’m sure he can be persuaded.”
Maria paused, examining the two girls before her.
“Girls, show him what you showed me earlier,” she commanded, her honey voice laced with mischief.
Jenny and Paige turned to face each other. Paige wrapped her arms around Jenny’s waist and pulled her close. Jenny’s hands fell across Paige’s shoulders and they gazed at each other. With a cheeky grin, Paige leaned in and kissed Jenny. Jenny felt the familiar flush of excitement as her friend’s mouth pressed against her own. She enjoyed the warm feeling of the other girl’s body against hers, the subtle scent of her perfume filling her nose and igniting her senses.
“Do you see my dear?” Maria spoke from far away, “They are completely obedient, willing to do whatever we ask of them. Would you pass up this opportunity so readily?”
Jenny heard the Prime Minister grunt again as she ran her fingers through Paige’s soft dark hair. Their tongues dueled now, tips flicking together hungry for the taste of each other. Jenny raised her knee and wrapped her leg around Paige, feeling Paige’s hand drop to caress her stockinged thigh. She was excited, the flight having aroused her enough that she demanded satisfaction. She wanted to fall to the floor and pull Paige’s head between her legs, but knew that she must await Maria’s next request.
Unexpectedly, she heard the Prime Minister clear his throat to get their attention. He spoke, his deep voice filling the confines of the cabin with authority. “My wife is seldom wrong on these matters. It would indeed by undiplomatic of us to deny such attempts at hospitality. Very well then, let us enjoy what is offered to us. He beckoned Jenny towards him and commanded her to kneel at his feet with an offhand gesture. Jenny dropped to her knees, turning to face Paige and Maria.
He turned to Maria, “My dear, since this was your idea, I insist that you indulge yourself first. You, girl,” he gestured at Paige, “lie flat on your back. My wife will ride your tongue for my amusement.”
Paige didn’t need to be asked twice and lowered herself down and flipped over onto her back. She patiently waited.
Maria stood, “Whatever my dearest wishes,” she bowed with mock obedience and raised her hands behind her neck to unfasten the long dress that she wore. For the second time today, the dress fell to her feet. She playfully kicked it away with a deft flick of her foot. She turned from her husband and bent at the waist, pushing her ass towards him provocatively. With a stripper’s finesse, she inched her lace panties down her hips and legs, letting them fall to the floor. Jenny watched, captivated as this sensual woman reached behind herself and ran a long finger through her wet pussy to tease her husband.
The Prime Minister, for his part, was greedily staring at his wife and stroking his cock through his linen pants. He moved a hand to Jenny�
��s head, grabbing her by the hair and holding her, ready for later use she assumed.
Maria finished her display and turned her attention to Paige, still lying on the floor at her feet. She took a few steps and positioned her feet either side of Paige’s head. Paige turned her head, flicking a greedy tongue out to lick the woman’s soft toes, her fetish getting the better of her.
For long minutes Maria stood there, playing with herself above Paige’s waiting mouth. Then she lowered herself and squatted over Paige’s face. Paige rose instantly to meet her, plunging her tongue into her wet lips and gripping her tanned thighs to pull herself upwards. Maria moaned, her head rolled back, eyes tightly closed.
Seeing his wife mount Paige’s hungry mouth triggered something in the Prime Minister. He stood, still clutching Jenny’s hair in his hand. She allowed herself to be dragged along by him, shuffling forward on her knees. He pushed her head down roughy, positioning her between Paige’s legs. She felt anticipation as he stood behind her. She heard the familiar sound of trousers being unfastened and falling to the floor, then strong hands gripped her hips. She felt her skirt being pulled up her legs and over her hips, exposing her pussy. She spread her legs slightly, allowing access.
The Prime Minister shuffled into position behind her, the tip of his cock brushing against her ass before being lingering over her wet hole. He thrust forward, pushing himself into her and meeting no resistance. She gasped as he filled her, moaning her pleasure as he began to slowly thrust back and forth.
In front of her, Maria was riding Paige’s face. Her hips gyrated rhythmically, drawing her pussy across Paige’s eager tongue. Her hands crawled over her own body, squeezing her breasts, caressing her soft skin. She appeared lost in her own world of ecstasy there atop Paige.
Jenny glanced down as the Prime Minister continued to pound her pussy. She noticed that she was inches away from Paige’s own wet hole. Her friend’s skirt had slid up her waist as Maria rode her, revealing the tantalisingly smooth mound that Paige prided herself on. Jenny reached forward, suddenly hungry for that sweet slit. The Prime Minister sensed her need and edged them both forwards, never once missing a stroke in his frantic assault on her.
Perfect, thought Jenny as she found her face above Paige’s pussy and dropped her head to begin her work.
A heat was building in her now. A fire that had flickered into life as the Prime Minister’s cock relentlessly pistoned inside her, and was fanned higher by the intoxicating musk of Paige’s sex. It built within her, pushing aside rational thought as it coursed through her body, igniting her arms and legs with its heat. Her pussy ached, the feeling of fullness making her feel whole, a final piece slotting into place and completing her puzzle. Her tongue moved faster now, darting over Paige’s clit, spurred on by a strong desire to share her pleasure.
The fire roared, burning all in its path and obscuring her senses. Distantly, she was aware of Maria climaxing, a sudden gasp then a long moan of satisfaction. She sensed, rather than saw, Maria’s body tense over Paige. Her back arched and her head fell backwards. She felt Paige herself tense up as Maria gripped her tightly. Jenny pressed back on Paige’s clit, desperate for her friend to come on her face, to spill her lust onto her. Paige obliged, her own body spasming beneath Jenny’s tongue, hot juice flooding from her into Jenny’s waiting mouth. It was too much for Jenny to bear. The unfathomably sweet taste of her friend’s desire, the sound of Maria moaning her seemingly endless climax and the constant pounding in her tortured pussy.
She gave in to it, surrendering herself to the runaway cascade of pleasure. Her pussy contracted, gripping the Prime Minister’s cock mid-stroke and causing the man to gasp with pleasure. From the depths of her pleasure, she felt the shaft pulse within her. The grip on her hips tightened as the Prime Minister thrust forwards one final time, squirting her hole full with repeated bursts that seemed to go on forever. She climaxed properly now, the first wave being just a forerunner of the intense heat that burned through her body now. She bucked, kicking out her legs as the Prime Minister pumped within her. Her arms gripped Paige’s legs tightly, greedily pulling her friend’s spent pussy to her mouth once more, her tortured senses somehow hungry for more stimulation. She felt herself blacking out, the world closed in as the white light erupted in her mind and flowed out to her entire body. She screamed, her voice lost in the dark cavern between Paige’s legs. Then it released her. Her body collapsed as the life left her limbs. She slid off the Prime Minister’s cock and curled up on the floor of the cabin, shaking uncontrollably.
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The plane landed several hours later at the private landing strip near to Chambers Manor. After their exertions with the Prime Minister and Maria, Jenny and Paige had picked up their clothes and stumbled back to the galley where they collapsed onto the sofa in each other’s arms; flushed bodies pressed together, long legs entwined.
In time, they’d recovered their wits and got dressed again, a semblance of professionality returning to their tired minds. Jenny had served the second meal of the day to their passengers, not really surprised to find the couple behaving as though nothing had happened. Passengers seldom thought of their actions with SubAir hostesses as cause for embarrassment or shame. Nor did Jenny expect them too. She was simply part of the service, a device to be used to relieve the boredom.
As they left the plane, Maria paused before Jenny and Paige. She took hold of each girl’s hand and bent her head to whisper something that only they could hear. “Thank you for a most satisfying flight. I’ll be sure to insist that my husband and I fly with SubAir more often.”
Jenny beamed with pride at the kind words from this ravishing beauty. She turned to Paige who was grinning broadly as well. A job well done!
Epilogue
A week later, Jenny received an urgent message from SubAir corporate headquarters, requesting that she stop into the downtown office the following day. She was off duty for the next few days, taking a short break before flying out to China with a group of dignitaries. She expected that particular assignment to be a challenging one. This particular group of high ranking officials were known to have endless appetites and a bottomless propensity for perversion that tested SubAir girls to their very limits. She welcomed this downtime to mentally prepare herself and meditate on her submissive nature and the meaning of obedience.
The message came from out of the blue. What could HQ possibly want with her? She gingerly entertained the notion that she might have done something wrong, but couldn’t think what it could be.
The following day, she rose early and dressed in her SubAir uniform then took a taxi downtown. She stopped outside the imposing edifice of the SubAir headquarters building, pausing to take in the grandness of the perfect glass tower before her. She took a deep breath and pushed her way through the rotating door into the lobby.
After giving her name to the girl at reception, she was told to wait for someone to come down to meet her. She waited patiently, glancing around at the corporate lobby around her. At one end of the high space there was an enormous poster with a larger than life SubAir girl smiling obligingly at the camera. She wore the same uniform that Jenny wore now, the same short skirt and red blazer. To the side of her, SubAir’s corporate slogan: “We’re here to serve.”
In time, another woman approached her and asked that she follow her upstairs. Jenny did so, still not sure what was going to happen. They took the elevator up to the twenty fifth floor and she was ushered into a large office in the corner of the building. She was left alone, and she took the time to drink in her luxurious surroundings.
The office was plush and decadent, with two full walls of clear glass that provided unrivalled views of the city and the mountains beyond. Every surface seemed to be covered in marble or rich velvet. A fire burned in a fireplace along one of the walls, the logs crackling and spitting as she marvelled at how out of place it seemed.
Suddenly the doors swung open and a man and a woman hurried into the room. The man was ta
ll and very broad. He was alarmingly handsome, with a mane of dark hair that fell behind his ears almost to his shoulders. The suit he wore was expensive and tailored. It fitted him perfectly, despite his massive size. As he walked, he moved with a unworldly confidence, striding into the room with authority and purpose. Jenny felt awed by his presence. Simultaneously very vulnerable, yet somehow also safe and protected by him.
The woman that scurried behind seemed tiny in comparison. She was older than Jenny, but devastatingly attractive. She wore a tight white blouse and thin grey skirt, cut above the knee. Her dark hair was held up in a severe bun that made her seem serious and businesslike.
The man stopped before her. His broad body towered above her, making her long to fall to her knees and offer herself to him. He spoke, his thunderous voice filled the room and seemed to her to be felt rather than heard.
“Miss Jones, I presume? My name is Grayson Chambers and this is my associate, Elizabeth Davenport. We were most impressed by the work you did with the Prime Minister and his wife.”
Jenny flushed and her heart raced as she realised who this enormous man was. How did I not recognise him? she scolded herself.
Chambers grinned, sensing her apprehension. “Miss Jones, we have another assignment for you, a very particular assignment that demands a very particular skillset. Miss Davenport, please show Miss Jones the photograph.”
Elizabeth Davenport reached into the folder that she clutched to her chest and pulled out a glossy black and white photograph. She handed it to Jenny.
Jenny took hold of the photograph, her mind struggling to process all of this. She looked at the photograph in her hands and gasped. It was a photograph of a group of football players. To be precise, the offensive line of the Midtown Gladiators, a team that Chambers owned a majority stake in. She surveyed the eleven burly young men, their wide bodies and thick limbs wrapped in the tight material of their jerseys.