by Ella Ford
They’d both taken their caps off, Jenny noticed, and held them under their arms. Cindy Monroe, the captain, had close cropped blond hair cut in an elfin style. She had a serious face, but was quite feminine all the same. Dana Williams, on the other hand, had long red hair that was held in a tight ponytail that fell down her back. She was disarmingly attractive, with high cheekbones and a pale complexion.
“Hello Captain Monroe, First Officer Williams,” nodded Jenny obligingly. “My name is Jenny, and this is Kelly. We’ll be accompanying you on the layover, if you wish us to.”
Captain Monroe cocked her head to one side and looked up and down Jenny’s body, lingering on the swell of her breasts and her long legs. She smiled slightly, then did the same to Kelly.
“Your turn to choose Dana,” she said to the first officer, not even acknowledging Jenny or her greeting. “Which one do you prefer? The blonde or the brunette?”
Dana Williams took a step forward and stood in front of Kelly, then reached a hand up and grabbed her firmly under the chin, pinching her face. The young hostess allowed herself to be handled and didn’t flinch. The striking first officer studied her intently, then ran her free hand across Kelly’s firm ass, giving it a playful squeeze.
“Think I’m gonna go with the brunette, if it’s all the same with you Captain. Looks like she’s got a bit of spirit in her, and I got a strong urge to break someone tonight.”
The captain smiled at her colleague. “Fine, but you have to let me taste that young pussy later when you’re finished with it.”
“Deal,” said the first officer enthusiastically, “provided I get to fuck the blonde as well?”
Jenny listened to the exchange with a mounting feeling of apprehension. She wasn’t used to being talked about in such an offhand manner. The way the women were discussing her and Kelly made them seem like cattle. But then, for all her trepidation, Jenny realised that she craved such treatment. It was the ultimate expression of her most fervent desire - her complete and utter objectification. Being treated like a toy, a possession that existed solely for pleasure. She felt her entire body flush with a sudden surge of desire.
The captain dropped her shoulder bag to the floor and kneeled beside it, pulling open the zipper and rummaging inside. After several seconds, she finally pulled her hands out. She was holding two perfectly ordinary looking dog collars, and attached to each one was a perfectly ordinary looking leather leash.
“What did you think of the adjustments that engineering had made to the throttle stick on today’s flight?” said the captain casually to her colleague, handing her one of the collars.
As Jenny watched, the captain stepped towards to her and signalled that she should lift up her hair. Jenny reached behind herself and obediently did as she was told.
“Ah, you know what engineering is like,” replied the first officer as she reached behind Kelly’s neck and fastened the dog collar around the young air hostess, “those nerds wouldn’t know a decent flight on one of those birds from a hole in the ground!”
The captain laughed at that and leaned forwards to fasten the collar around Jenny’s own neck. Jenny breathed in and felt the scent of the woman entering her nose. A heady mix of perfume and the sweat of a long flight. It was intoxicatingly arousing, and Jenny felt herself sway as the collar was fixed around her neck.
The captain stepped back and admired her work, wrapping the leash once around her hand and then giving it a sharp tug towards her. Jenny stumbled forwards, struggling to keep her footing and not fall to the floor. She managed to stay upright, despite the sharp heels that she wore.
She glanced around, wondering why the other passengers in the arrivals hall were not staring at them. But this was an airport, and people only cared about getting through as quickly as possible and either boarding a plane or hailing a cab. Nobody was particularly interested in anything that anyone else was doing.
The captain smiled at her. “Right, let’s find our car and get these two back to the hotel and unwind a little.”
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Ten minutes later the four of them were in a SubAir limo speeding downtown to the hotel and what lay before them. The car was driven by an ordinary looking middle aged man who hadn’t even blinked when the captain and first officer had walked up to to the him dragging two collared air hostesses behind them. He’d simply nodded curtly, and opened the passenger side door to allow them entry. As a SubAir employee, he’s probably seen much stranger than this, thought Jenny as the captain dragged her into the back of the spacious vehicle.
The captain had sat back on the rear seat with a sigh and pointed at the carpeted floor of the vehicle in front of her. Without needing to told explicitly, Jenny knew exactly what was expected and lowered herself to her knees, facing the captain.
She settled back, crossing her arms behind her back and thrusting her chest outwards provocatively. Then she bowed her head slightly, and fixed her gaze on the captain’s shoes, keen not to make eye contact.
Behind them, the first officer bent down and entered the car, pulling Kelly behind her. She took a seat beside the captain and then nodded for Kelly to take up position beside Jenny. The younger hostess did as she was told and knelt down swiftly, adopting the correct pose without hesitation. Jenny smiled to herself, happy that her colleague had absorbed her submissive training so thoroughly. And such a sensual kisser as well, thought Jenny, remembering their steamy encounter on the earlier flight, First Officer Williams is going to enjoy herself tonight!
The car drove off and Jenny settled in for the short ride to the hotel.
“Okay, time to earn your money kid,” said the captain, nudging Jenny’s knee with her toe. “I want you to take off my shoes and give me a foot massage.”
“Oh! Good idea. Do me as well,” the first officer said to Kelly.
Jenny nodded and whispered, “Yes, ma’am,” then leaned forward and lifted the captain’s feet onto her lap. She glanced around and found Kelly doing the same.
With a tender touch, Jenny turned back to the captain and slowly eased off her heels. She placed them on the floor of the car beside her with a practised ease that was almost ritual. Then she gently took the captain’s left foot in her hand and began to stroke it with her fingers. She felt her own heartbeat quicken as she touched the soft material and warm flesh of the captain’s stockinged foot, enjoying the way it felt in her hands. Slowly, she began to knead the soft sole, firmly pushing her thumb into the yielding arch and rolling it around to ease the tense muscles.
“Oooh, that feels really good,” purred the captain, sinking back into the chair. Jenny watched as her face softened and she began to nibble at her lower lip. “Mmm, why don’t you use your mouth?” she said, her voice rich with sensuality. Jenny felt the collar tighten as the captain moved her hand slightly and tightened the leash, pulling her body down towards her foot.
But Jenny didn’t need either encouragement or coercion. She’d served enough passengers to know that foot worship was a common request among the women who used her services, and she’d become quite skilled at the art over the course of her career. She leaned forwards, and took the captain’s foot in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the warm material and flicking her tongue across the tips of her toes.
Jenny closed her eyes and sucked, drawing the woman’s taste into herself. It was a rich flavor, part expensive shoe leather and part sweat, but it was unfathomably pleasant to the blonde hostess. She licked and nibbled, eager for more and hoped that Kelly had overcome her nerves and enjoyed this as much as she did.
The captain sighed, gasping as Jenny’s skillful tongue worked over her tired feet. Jenny felt the leash tighten, pulling her closer still and she didn’t attempt to resist. She simply narrowed her focus to the delicious toes that wiggled beneath her lips. With glacial slowness, she lifted the foot and teased the flat of her tongue from the heel of the captain’s foot to the tips of her toes. The captain squirmed in the seat and slid her other foot up Jenny’s thigh, lif
ting her skirt and revealing the tops of her own stockings.
“Oh my, you do have a talented tongue don’t you?” drawled the captain, sucking on her index finger and fixing Jenny with a filthy smile. “I bet I could find a use for that…” she said, then lifted her hips slightly and unbuttoned her pants. Shuffling forward, she pushed them down to her thighs. “Take them off and eat my pussy,” she commanded, her voice low and insistent.
“Yes, ma’am,” replied Jenny and lifted up on her knees to take hold of the captain’s trousers. As she pulled them down her long legs, she noticed that the captain was wearing lacey thigh high stockings, an unexpectedly feminine touch for such a strong personality. Oh, and no panties as well. The minx! thought Jenny.
With her pants out of the way, the captain spread her legs and shuffled forwards on the seat until her pussy was over the edge. She stared at Jenny and slowly rubbed her hand over her labia, dipping her fingertips into the warm folds and emerging glistening with moisture. “See how wet I am?” she asked Jenny.
Jenny nodded and glanced around. Kelly had the first officer’s foot in her mouth and was happily sucking at her toes, while the first officer was rubbing her hand on her own pussy with her eyes held tightly shut. The two seemed lost in their own world, and Jenny relaxed slightly, confident that the rookie hostess would manage just fine here. She turned her attention back to the captain and her dripping pussy. With no further hesitation, she lowered herself forward on all fours and flicked her tongue lightly across the captain’s labia.
The captain gasped as Jenny’s tongue touched her and she pushed her hips upwards until Jenny’s face was buried in her mound. Jenny relented. Teasing time was over, it was time to get to work! She thrust her tongue forward, plunging it into the warm, wet folds. The taste was exquisite and made Jenny light headed. Eagerly, she lapped back and forwards, drinking in as much as she could and adding her own saliva to the heady mix.
Jenny felt the captain’s hands land on her head and grip her firmly around her ears. Then she felt herself being pulled inwards, deeper into the captain. Jenny’s senses collapsed to the moist prison that she now found herself in. She worked her way across the captain’s lips, sucking the complex layers of flesh into her mouth and roughly pressing her tongue against the throbbing bud that she found deep within that fleshy jungle.
The captain squealed as Jenny’s tongue made contact and she arched her back, pushing herself off the seat. Jenny struggled to remain focused, wrapping her arms around the captain’s thighs so that she wouldn’t lose her position. Frantically, she worked her tongue across the hard nub once more, hoping to provoke another reaction of pure pleasure, swirling the tip back and forth, never settling into a single rhythm.
Then she switched, shifting her body slightly and forcing her tongue into the captain’s tight hole. Captain Monroe gasped suddenly, her grip tightening around Jenny’s head. Jenny felt her breathing quicken, and pushed her rigid tongue as deep into the yielding chasm as she could. Again and again she thrust forwards, a tiny penetration but oh so exquisite. She matched her thrusts with the breathing of the captain, quickening her pace as the captain’s gasps quickened. Then she returned her attention to her clit, pressing harder than ever and enveloping it with her entire mouth.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” moaned the captain, her short gasps signalling her approaching orgasm. Jenny stepped up her pace once again, harder and harder she worked, faster her tongue moved. Deep inside herself, Jenny felt her own desire growing. The taste of this powerful woman, the pleasure of submission, the heady aroma inside the humid car, it was an overwhelming mix that caused Jenny’s own pussy to throb with anticipation. She fervently hoped that she would be fucked tonight. She wanted to be used, to be filled, to be licked and devoured, just as she was devouring the captain.
From somewhere above her, Captain Cindy Monroe achieved her own particular form of take off, propelling her into the stratosphere. Her entire body tensed and she locked her thighs around Jenny’s head. Jenny relaxed and allowed herself to ride the captain’s orgasm, her mouth still pressed on the dripping pussy.
And then it was over, and the captain collapsed in the seat, panting heavily. Jenny sat back on her knees, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She glanced around and saw that First Officer Williams and Kelly were both staring at them, open mouthed, a look of hungry desire on both women’s faces.
The captain grunted as her body recovered. “Shit, I need a beer.”
Chapter 3
Several minutes later, the car reached the hotel and pulled into the drop off area. The driver hurried around the car and opened the passenger door, allowing Captain Monroe to step out. As she did so, she gave a light tug on the leash that she still held and pulled Jenny with her. Jenny stumbled out, but managed to retain her footing. Seconds later, First Officer Williams emerged with Kelly.
As she stepped out, Kelly flashed a mischievous smirk at Jenny, a filthy look that said “good job!” Jenny beamed back at her, happy that she’d shown the new girl a few of her tricks.
The pilots retrieved their bags and thanked the driver, then unclipped the leashes from Jenny and Kelly’s collars. Finally, the captain led them all into the lobby of the hotel, an opulent expanse of marble and dark wooden furniture. Jenny glanced around at the busy reception area. She studied the jovial groups of holidaymakers and the transient corporate executives, going about their business and all utterly unaware of the power dynamic between the four SubAir employees that had just stepped into the lobby. For all they know, thought Jenny, we could be just a ‘normal’ group of women on a routine layover. The thought thrilled her slightly; that she could wear her submission so openly on her sleeve and cause not a single ripple of disdain or interest.
The four women stopped, placing their bags together. Captain Monroe turned to Jenny and lightly touched a hand to her cheek and stroked her skin tenderly.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said, her voice low and seductive, the kind of tone you would use to explain an orthodontist visit to a five year old. “Dana and I are going to the desk to check-in. I want you and your colleague to stay with the bags. After that, we’re going to head up to the room and fuck you girls to within an inch of your life. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” replied both Jenny and Kelly in unison. There was an unmistakable menace in Captain Monroe’s tone, a disquieting edge that sent shivers down Jenny’s spine. She couldn’t tell if this was fear or excitement. In her world, there was a fine line between the two, she realised.
“Good girls,” said the captain with a smile. “Don’t move and we’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The captain and first officer walked away, leaving Jenny and Kelly alone in the vast lobby, their bright red SubAir uniforms and short skirts attracting admiring glances from the passing businessmen, and some businesswomen. Jenny enjoyed the attention and didn’t attempt to hide behind the bags. She was proud of her profession, and felt truly blessed to be a sexual creature for people to admire and covet. She wondered if Kelly felt the same.
The other girl was looking apprehensive again and Jenny decided to try to calm her nerves.
“How did you enjoy First Officer Williams’ feet?” she asked with a wry smile.
Kelly thought for a second, then blushed slightly. “It made me a little bit wet… Not sure why, I’m not a foot fetishist or anything. Just something about being bossed around by her. It felt good to… I don’t know, submit. You know?”
Jenny nodded and didn’t reply. She knew only too well what it felt like. To surrender control of yourself to someone else for their pleasure. It was the truest form of expression that she knew, and her one calling in life. It thrilled her to find that Kelly was a kindred spirit in this regard, and she touched the younger girl tenderly on her upper arm as a show of solidarity.
“I wonder what they have planned for us tonight?” asked Kelly, a note of trepidation in her voice.
Jenny pointed at the pile of bags on
the floor before them. Resting on top of Captain Monroe’s wheeled suitcase was her canvas shoulder bag, perfectly normal in appearance, the kind that you might take onto a plane as hand luggage. “I think that might have something to do with it,” she said, and Kelly turned to look where she was pointing.
At one side of the canvas bag, the zip had come open by a few inches. Poking through the narrow opening was the tip of a long plastic object, a smooth column, about two inches in diameter. It was flesh colored and bulbous. Jenny watched as Kelly stared at it, a dawning realization spreading across her pretty face.
“Oh god,” she said with a note of concern, “is that a dildo?”
Jenny nodded.
“But… if that’s the end, just how big is the rest of it?” she asked with a whisper.
Jenny shook her head. “No idea, but I think we’re going to find out.”
Both girls reflexively pushed their thighs together.
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“Take your clothes off, leave your stockings on and bend over the chaise longue,” said the Captain as they entered the hotel room.
Jenny had barely a moment to take in the large hotel room before the order was given. She glanced around quickly, noting the plush four poster bed and the extravagant decor, then parked her suitcase by the wall and turned to the captain.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jenny started to undress, noting that Kelly was being equally obedient. First, she slipped the bright red blazer over her shoulders and folded it neatly across the back of a chair. Then she loosened the neck scarf and lifted it over her head. Next came her blouse, which she hurriedly unbuttoned and place on the folded blazer. Finally, she pushed her skirt down over her hips and allowed it to fall to the floor. As she bent to pick it up, she felt the hot stares of the captain and first officer on her ass. The pilots were slipping out of their own uniforms, watching the hostesses undress with hungry interest.