by Ella Ford
Jenny looked over at Kelly to find her colleague was in a similar state of undress. Still wearing her red high heels, tan stockings and the lacy white bra and panties that SubAir regulations required.
“May I undress Kelly, ma’am?” said Jenny, suddenly overcome with a strong urge to touch the other girl.
The captain replied, “Please do.”
Jenny stepped towards Kelly and the two girls faced each other. Jenny smiled, and Kelly raised her arms above her head, allowing Jenny to reach behind her to unfasten her bra. As Jenny reached forwards, her arms brushed against Kelly’s skin and their faces came within inches of each other. Jenny could feel Kelly’s breath on her face, short gasps of pure pleasure. With a deft flick of her fingers, the bra came undone and Kelly allowed it to fall over her arms and to the floor, never shifting her gaze from Jenny’s eyes.
Next, Jenny worked her way down Kelly’s young body, stroking her hands over her full breasts, down the flat of her belly and over her hips. Kneeling before her, she leaned forwards and took the lace material of Kelly’s panties between her teeth and slowly teased the underwear down her long, slender legs. The rookie hostesses was dripping with desire, Jenny noticed, the musky scent of lust filled her nose with its rich aroma and sent Jenny’s mind spinning.
As the frilly lingerie fell to the floor, Jenny tapped Kelly’s ankles and the girl stepped out of the panties. Jenny took them in her hands and turned to face the two pilots, who were looking on with rapt attention. Slowly, teasingly, she bunched up the damp panties and held them to her nose, inhaling deeply. The act was not entirely for the benefit of her mistresses and Jenny felt lightheaded as her senses were engulfed by rich aroma of Kelly’s lust.
Satisfied, she dropped the panties and turned back to Kelly. Smiling, she raised her own arms and invited the other girl forward. Without hesitation, Kelly repeated the process, first removing Jenny’s bra, then pulling her panties down her legs and enjoying her own lengthy snort of the discarded undergarment. Finally, she dropped to her knees and slowly eased the shiny red pumps off Jenny’s feet. Jenny playfully wiggled her toes, stretching the sheer material of her stockings. She noticed that Kelly watched this with rapt fascination. Not a foot fetishist, aren’t you? she thought with a smile, and made a mental note of the other girl’s lustful weakness to use on her at a later date, when they were alone.
Naked and ready, the two hostesses walked across the room hand in hand to the opulent chaise longue beneath the window. As one, they dropped to their knees and bent forwards to rest their bodies on the comfortable seat. Reflexively, Jenny parted her legs slightly and pushed her ass upwards and outwards to reveal the inviting mound of her pussy lips.
“Good. Now cross your arms behind you,” the captain said from the bed.
Jenny shifted her body and placed her arms behind her back, crossing them and gripping her forearms tightly. She turned her head to face Kelly and found herself staring into the girl’s pretty blue eyes. She studied them for a moment, looking for a hint of Kelly’s mental state, but her eyes betrayed nothing. There was only a blank resignation, with perhaps the briefest hint of anticipation there. She realised that Kelly had surrendered herself totally to the situation, becoming compliant and suggestive. This was a valuable skill for a submissive, thought Jenny and tried to drop into her own meditative state, eagerly awaiting the attentions of the captain and first officer.
Chapter 4
Many minutes passed and nothing really happened. From behind her, Jenny could hear the sounds of the pilots going about their business. Unzipping their suitcases and unpacking their clothes, they casually chatted about work matters, seemingly oblivious to the exposed hostesses in the room. One of them, Jenny thought it was First Officer Williams, disappeared into the bathroom for a short while and Jenny heard the sound of the faucet running.
“Cindy, could you bring me my pink bag? It’s in the front pouch of my case?” came a voice minutes later.
“Sure can honey, be right there,” was the reply.
Jenny was struck by the normality of the exchange. The casual conversation between the women, it all seemed like an entirely ordinary hotel stay. Two women on a business trip or short break, freshening up before bed or a night on the town. It was a situation entirely without a sexual component. All except for her and Kelly, bent double over the chaise longue, pussies gaping and ready to be used.
She realised that this was part of the thrill for them. To the pilots, Jenny and Kelly were simply carry-on baggage that they’d unpacked and intended to use later. This thought excited her more than she thought possible. Such blatant objectification, it was all she’d ever wanted and it made her extremely horny. She shifted her body slightly, trying to stop her arms from going to sleep.
Then suddenly, she felt a presence behind her. She didn’t dare to turn her head to look, but she sensed that it was the captain, coming to have her fill.
“Okay girls,” drawled the captain, “it’s fun time.”
A rough hand landed in Jenny’s hair and pulled her head backwards. Jenny gasped at the force of it and struggled to see what was happening. Before she could react, the hand in her hair pulled her upwards and Jenny struggled to her feet. Her leg muscles sang at this rude interruption, joints aching after kneeling for so long and she struggled to remain standing.
The captain released her hair and grabbed her upper arms, spinning her around to face the large four poster bed. As she turned, she saw the captain in her full glory. Entirely naked but for her black stockings, her body was toned and muscular. Her breasts were small but pert, with hard nipples like pink buds on her pale skin.
Jenny gulped as her eyes fell to her waist and caught site of a familiar pink plastic. Strapped to the captain’s waist by an elaborate leather harness, was the enormous strap-on dildo that the girls had seen earlier. It was even more intimidating when fully exposed. Ribbed and grotesque, the pink rod stretched to at least ten inches long and several inches in girth, and hung ponderously from the captain’s slender waist.
As Jenny’s gaze fell on the enormous appendage, the captain smirked and gave a playful wiggle of her hips. The dildo swayed back and forth in time with her body. “Think you can take this?” said the captain with a filthy smile.
Jenny could only nod, trying hard to contain the feeling of deep apprehension that she felt. From somewhere else in the room, she heard Kelly issue a sharp gasp and she idly wondered if her colleague was facing the same rigid trial that she was.
The thought had barely coalesced in her mind when the captain grabbed her upper arm and pushed her forwards towards the bed. Jenny stumbled, shocked at the power in the woman’s arm. She felt her lower legs strike the bed frame and winced at the sudden pain in her shins, then collapsed forward onto the vast mattress.
“Up!” snapped the captain, swatting her ass cheek with the flat of her palm. The sharp slap was followed by a jolt of stinging discomfort that made Jenny cry out suddenly, but she leaped into action, pulling herself fully onto the bed. The captain followed close behind, urging her forward and guiding her onto her hands and knees.
Jenny forced herself to remain calm as the sudden maelstrom of activity and brief moments of pain threatened to overwhelm her. She repeated the mantra “I will submit, I will submit” over and over, steadying herself with those familiar words. As she regained her composure, she lowered her shoulders to the bed and pushed her ass and pussy outwards, inviting the captain on. Then she dug her clawed fingers into the bed linen and hard as she could and closed her eyes with nervous anticipation.
The captain was on her in a flash, shuffling up behind her to kneel between her parted legs. She felt herself grabbed roughly by the hips and another sharp slap on her stinging ass cheek. She bit her lip and tried to remain calm, but the situation was spinning out of control. She’d never felt like this. So vulnerable, so helpless.
Then, a moment of calm. The captain gently stroked her burning ass, shushing her tenderly. Jenny relaxed a l
ittle, and then tensed again as she felt a curious sensation on her pussy. It was a cold touch, a light pressure on her lips by the hard material of the monstrous strap-on. She gasped, steadying herself for what was to come with an intoxicating anticipation. Slowly, the captain teased the tip of the cock in her moist folds, spreading her wetness on the thing and heightening her arousal until she could bear it no more.
“Why don’t you beg me to fuck you?” purred the captain, her honey voice thick and sickly, laced with a powerful intensity that made Jenny shudder.
“P-please ma’am, will you fuck me?” whispered Jenny, her grip on the bed sheets tightening with every word.
“Well that doesn’t sound as though you really want me to! Why don’t you tell me you’re my little fucktoy and you really, really want me to fuck your tight pussy?” replied the captain, obviously loving every sordid moment.
From the other side of the room, Kelly squealed out loud, a sound that walked a tightrope between pain, surprise and sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
“I’m your little fucktoy ma’am and I really, really want you to fuck me,” said Jenny with renewed purpose. The excited cry of Kelly had sent a flush of desire through her body, and she felt her pussy throbbing with eager anticipation. She released herself into the moment, seized hold of her true purpose and relinquished control to the captain. “OH PLEASE FUCK ME!” she cried, suddenly overcome with a need that was difficult to articulate.
“Well, all you had to do was ask!” said the captain. Then Jenny began to feel a pressure on her pussy, forcing her open, wider and wider until she feared that she might split in two. She squeezed her eyes shut as the mammoth length entered her body and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of fullness that was gushing out of her pussy and flooding her torso with waves of pure pleasure.
With glacial slowness, the captain reversed her stroke and pulled her plastic cock out of Jenny. Jenny gasped at the change and pushed her face into the bed in an attempt to avoid crying out at the sudden sense of absence. Before she knew it, the captain drove forwards again, faster this time, harder and deeper. Her body rocked with the force of it, and she almost slipped off the end of the dildo when the captain pulled out, but her hips were held fast and she soon felt the overwhelming feeling of the piston entering her again.
By now, her mind was reduced to rubble, her thoughts barely able to form. Her senses had atrophied until only the unbelievably intense warmth between her legs occupied her awareness. The captain was moving quickly, driving the thick girth of the plastic rod into her over and over again. The skin of her thighs slapped against the skin of Jenny’s ass with every hard thrust of her hips.
Jenny’s entire body became limp, a ragdoll impaled on the pounding length of this insatiable woman above her and Jenny did nothing to resist. She was in her place now, lost in her zone of pure fulfillment. Her part of the bargain was met, total submission, the gift of self, now it was up to the captain to use her how she pleased.
The pounding continued. Deeper and deeper, faster and harder. Every so often, the captain would slap her ass, and each bitter sting made Jenny cry out. Begging for mercy or begging for more, she couldn’t quite be sure. And all the while, the furious fireball of Jenny’s lust grew inside her, gathering pace with every forceful entry of her aching pussy. She felt the unmistakable approach of her orgasm, looming on the horizon, approaching the point of inevitability. Her body tensed and her breathing quickened. She moaned with anticipation, long and low, sharp gasps over pleading cries.
“Don’t come unless I say so bitch!” cried the captain, her own voice heavy and labored.
“Y-yes, ma’am,” breathed Jenny, unable to keep her trembling voice steady. She looked deep within herself and struggled to control the building orgasm. She didn’t know how long she would be able to hold out, and felt it grow inside her with every hard thrust of the captain’s hips.
“Do you want to?” taunted the captain, “Do you want to come like the slut you are?” she cried, slapping Jenny’s ass once more and quickening her thrusts to an intolerable degree.
“Oh yes, yes I want to come! Yes! Pleeeeease!” begged Jenny, suddenly wanting nothing more than to release herself into this boiling maelstrom and feel it rip her body apart.
An unimaginable time later, the captain whispered, “You may,” and Jenny felt the bottom fall out of her world as she was swept up in the raging tornado of her unrestrained lust!
It exploded in her pussy first, flooding her body with an overwhelming warmth. Ripples of pleasure sped along her nerves up to her brain and down her arms and legs. Her body went rigid, back arching until her head and arms lifted off the bed like a bucking horse. She cast her arms out before her and clenched her entire face as the jolts of electric pleasure shot through her body. She felt the captain push forward, thrusting the enormous rod into her one final time and impaling her in her moment of utter ecstasy.
From miles away, she heard Kelly’s voice join her own. A rhythmic cry of utter enjoyment. A tiny part of Jenny wondered what the first officer was doing to her, but it was silenced by the deafening roar of her erupting climax.
And then, the intense noise stopped and her body fell forwards, robbed of the electricity that had animated it. She flopped to the bed, her arms limp, barely able to move her head, still impaled on the thick girth of the captain’s cock. Slowly, she slid forwards, feeling a peculiar void as her pussy was returned to her and she was no longer filled. She collapsed to the bed, curling up into a foetal position, arms and legs trembling as her muscles cooled. For endless, precious seconds she allowed her racing mind to calm itself and enjoy the crisp coolness of the sheets beneath her.
But no sooner had she begun to drift into a fitful doze, than the captain was on her again. She felt her hand grab her shoulder and roll her onto her back. She was too tired to resist, too dazed to comprehend what the captain would do to her next.
Through blurred eyes, she saw the captain swing a leg over her, pinning her arm to the bed with her lower leg. Then the captain moved up her body, and pinned her other arm in place. Jenny blinked hard twice and saw that the captain had removed the strap-on harness and that her pussy was positioned just above Jenny’s face.
The captain dropped a hand down and placed it on Jenny’s head, then with her other hand, began to massage her wet lips with her slender manicured fingers. Jenny looked on, fascinated by this display and suddenly invigorated once more. She longed to crane her neck upwards and taste that pussy once more, but her head was held in place. She suspected she would soon get her chance.
“Dana, bring that little bitch over here and have her eat her friend’s pussy,” said the captain and the first officer grunted her approval.
Jenny heard a sharp cry from Kelly, presumably as she was dragged across the room, then a sudden bounce of the bed as the young hostess landed at her feet. Barely a second later, Jenny felt arms coil around her thighs and a moist, warm breath on her sensitive pussy. She moaned, not sure she could take any more, but desperate to feel Kelly’s tongue on her.
“Don’t just stare at it, eat it!” snapped the first officer, and Jenny felt Kelly begin her work. As the ripples of pleasure shot up her body, she forgot her doubts and moaned her approval at the girl’s technique.
Then, without warning, Captain Monroe lowered herself onto Jenny’s face, smothering her in the wet folds of flesh. Jenny blinked and struggled to remain focused. The eager lapping of Kelly on her own pussy made it very difficult to concentrate, and she now had a mouthful of the captain’s eager sex to contend with. She struggled to regain her composure and began to thrust her tongue upwards into the maze of pleasure above her. The captain responded with a low moan and gripped Jenny’s head tightly with her hand. Jenny felt herself being lifted upwards, being pushed harder into the damp wetness. She moved her tongue back and forth in the close confines, struggling to take in a breath, but eager to please the captain. Slowly, she moved her focus from long strokes to the hard nub of the w
oman’s clitoris where she concentrated her efforts.
And all the while, Kelly worked on her own pussy. The younger girl had more latitude than Jenny, and was able to employ a greater range of motion on her throbbing clit. In on stroke, she lapped up across Jenny’s stretched hole and up to her clit, and the next moment, she sucked her lips into her mouth and tugged at her with tender care. The combination of sensations was overwhelming and Jenny felt another orgasm approaching with unprecedented quickness. She forced the feeling deep inside herself, desperate not to come before she’d finished the captain.
With renewed vigor, she stepped up her pace on the pussy that engulfed her. Harder and harder she pressed, increasing the pressure on the woman’s clit and roughly squeezing her dripping lips against her body. The captain moaned above her, riding her head like a rodeo bull. Her hips undulated on Jenny’s face, grinding against her as she was held in place. Jenny held her tongue out and allowed herself to be used this way, enjoying the brief respite where she was able to concentrate on taming the intense jolts of pleasure that were shooting up her own body.
As one, the three women moved together. Kelly’s frantic mouth, the captain’s insatiable pussy and Jenny’s whole body. They became a single entity, a sapphic creature of pure desire. All three of them moaned their own lust, their voices joining to form a choir of utter fulfillment.
Then the captain’s movements became quicker, more urgent. She pressed herself against Jenny’s face, using her tongue, her nose, her entire head to reach her own climax. And, with roaring inevitability, the orgasm took her and she smashed herself against Jenny, smothering her with her quivering pussy.
Jenny struggled for breath in the hot prison in which she now found herself, and a growing panic rose within her. Distracted by the sudden force of the captain’s grip, she found herself unable to control the sensations of pleasure that burst out of her pussy and she passed the point of no return, feeling the familiar eruption of her own orgasm.