by Ella Ford
As I watched, she wiggled her hips and the monstrous plastic cock swayed ponderously in front of her. She grinned manically, and I realized that she was enjoying this immensely. I swallowed, suddenly very apprehensive.
“Are you ready to be broken in pet?” she asked, and I sensed that this was a rhetorical question, but nodded nonetheless. “Good. Bend over the couch, show me your pussy.”
I nodded again and turned to face the couch, then bent at the waist so that my upper body was lying on the soft leather cushions. I shuffled forwards slightly, then spread my legs and pushed my ass upwards, allowing her to see my dripping pussy. As I got into position, I felt my excitement growing, the glowing ball of fire from before having never completely faded and the fuel of my spanking pushing it to greater heights. I closed my eyes and awaited my mistress.
In no time at all, I sensed her behind me. She kneeled between my legs and I felt the soft brush of her stockings against my thighs. I shuddered, and gripped the cushion tightly, desperate for release. Then I felt a cold presence against my pussy lips as the mistress teased the bulbous head over my moist labia. Back and forth she moved, brushing my clit and causing me to moan out loud with eager anticipation.
Then she stopped, pausing with the tip of the cock pushing against my tight, young hole. A sudden feeling of apprehension flooded through me. I’d never taken anything that big before. The two boys I’d slept with had been tiny in comparison, but even their unimpressive cocks had felt like they were splitting me in two. What on earth would the mistress’ monstrous strap-on dildo feel like?
Before I could dwell on the question too long, Ms. Jones thrust forwards into me. I gasped as I felt her slide the rigid length into me, gradually filling me until the sensation felt intolerably pleasant. Then she pulled backwards and slid it outwards, reversing the stroke and causing me to sigh at the perceived absence. Without pause, she thrust forwards again, faster and deeper. I moaned and dug my fingers deeper into the sofa. The feeling of completeness was almost indescribable, having the thing fill me up totally. I wanted the sensation to never end, I wanted it to intensify, to never stop filling me.
I sensed my mistress falling into a rhythm, pounding my pussy with an increasing frequency that rocked me back and forwards. With every stroke, my pleasure intensified until I feared I could take no more, then with the next thrust I discovered I could. Faster and faster she moved, ramming me deep with the thick shaft, stretching my throbbing hole. I felt her hands grip my hips, digging her nails into my skin, pulling me back into her, impaling me deeper and deeper. I allowed my body to be guided, making myself little more than a ragdoll under her control. I was hers! She was my owner, my mistress, my possessor, and it felt wonderful to be possessed!
I became aware of a low moaning, a constant cacophony of pleasure, and then I realized that it was coming from me. My entire sensorium collapsed down until the intense jolts of electricity from my pussy encompassed the sum total of my awareness. In my world, there was only the sense of being filled and being complete, the constant beat of glorious pounding.
I felt my breathing quicken and I clutched the sofa tighter than ever. Once again, the looming visage of my orgasm rolled into view, yet I did not embrace it. I pushed it away from me, struggled to focus my mind and keep myself centered. I wanted this sensation to last forever, did not want to face losing that exquisite feeling of fullness, so I battled the temptation with all my might.
The mistress continued to drill me, unaware of my inner struggle. Her thrusts became a blur of constant motion, each drive of her hips slamming into me, taking me so deep that the sound of her skin slapping against mine brought to mind the sound of her hand spanking my ass earlier. At once, I was cast back to that intense pain and the feeling of helpless vulnerability that I’d felt as I lay across her lap.
The recollection broke my concentration and I felt my mind crest the wave of my surging orgasm. Too late, I caught myself, but it was no good. The orgasm exploded in my body and washed over me, drowning my senses in a sudden rush of pleasure so intense that I felt myself blacking out into a few moments of sweet oblivion. When consciousness returned, I felt my entire body become tense, and my arms and legs thrashed about on the sofa. I arched my back and threw my head backwards, straining to release the furious energy that raged inside me. But it was no good, the sensation was too intense. A panic took hold of me, an intense feeling that I could not escape this sensation, that it would only build and build until I could stand it no longer and I would go crazy.
But in time, the surging pleasure fell back to nothing and my body relaxed. I fell forward on the sofa, sliding off the mistress’ slick cock. My arms and legs became limp, twitching now and then with the memory of the orgasm and its ferocious power.
In time, I felt the mistress’ warm hand on my back. She stroked her fingers upwards and began to scratch behind my ear. I purred loudly, leaning into her touch, relishing the feeling of contentment and submission.
I was a good girl. An obedient girl. My mistress loved me. It was all I ever wanted.
THE END
Lesbian Layover
by Ella Ford
For more submissive air hostess fantasies, be sure to check out the previous books in the SubAir trilogy: Girls In Training (buy or borrow here) and Taken In The Cockpit (buy or borrow here).
Chapter 1
Jenny Jones raised her head and glanced around the cabin. There were bodies everywhere, in various states of undress and various states of pleasure, either self-administered or mutual. Seven hulking boys, the offensive squad for the Midtown Gladiators pro-football team, and three SubAir hostesses, Jenny included.
They were five hours into the flight, and several hours since the beer and boisterous behaviour had given way to pure desire and the randy sportsmen had finally taken advantage of the services offered by the hostesses. With two hours before they landed in New York, the party showed no signs of slowing down any time soon.
Through the sweaty mass of muscular bodies, Jenny caught a flash of red, the distinctive uniform of a SubAir hostess. It was her colleague, Paige. She was bent over on all fours while a monstrously large tight-end knelt behind her, pounding her pussy mercilessly. At her head, another equally broad tackle was gripping her ears and rhythmically pistoning his cock into her pretty mouth. As Jenny watched, the two football players reached across Paige’s body and high-fived each other without missing a stroke.
Further down the cabin was Kelly. Kelly was a newcomer to SubAir. Recently graduated from SubAir Academy, this was her first flight. Oh boy, thought Jenny, what a first day on the job!
Kelly was sitting on the lap of the quarterback. Her skirt was pulled up around her waist, revealing the creamy flesh of her thighs and the frilly decoration at the top of her tan stockings. The quarterback had hold of her under her arms and was effortlessly moving her body up and down on his throbbing cock. To either side of Kelly stood two more players, a gruff looking corner and a lithe but muscular running back. Both boys were frantically pumping their cocks with their hands, a juvenile game to see who could shoot their load on Kelly first.
Jenny’s attention was drawn away from the bacchanalian debauchery in the cabin to her own predicament. She was lying on her back with her feet held aloft by the wide receiver. This wiry black boy had the biggest cock Jenny had ever seen. He’d grinned at the hostess as she knelt before him and he’d flopped it out in front of her face, showing her exactly what he was shortly about to put inside her.
And now he very much was putting it inside her - over and over and over again. Jenny gasped as he rammed it home, deeper and deeper into her wet pussy. The sensation was exhilarating, a feeling of utter helplessness, impaled on the rigid length as he slammed his body against hers.
There were times in her job that Jenny didn’t truly feel enjoyment from the passengers she allowed to use her body. The times with the fat politicians or tiny-cocked business men, for example. Oh, sure, she faked it like a pro. After all,
she was a SubAir hostess, and as such it was her job to make the passengers feel as though they were the most important people in the world. And if that meant she had to tell a small white lie about how much she enjoyed being groped or sucking a gross penis, then so be it. Her enjoyment of serving, of submitting to SubAir’s passengers, was pleasure enough most of the time.
But sometimes, like now, she really, really enjoyed her job.
The wide receiver had taken hold of her ankles and effortlessly lifted them up onto his shoulders. Then he’d proceeded to tease the tip of his bulbous black cock around her dripping pussy lips and this had driven her crazy. It was not her place to demand things of her passengers, she knew this implicitly, yet as the toned football player had pulled his throbbing helmet over her aching clitoris, she had begged him with her eyes to please put it in her, and quickly!
The wide receiver had taken the hint and gently eased it into her until she felt as though she might burst.
Now here she was, endless minutes later, her pussy on fire with the exquisite sensation of being thoroughly pounded. The wide receiver’s grip on her ankles had tightened as the pace of his penetration had quickened and he now appeared to be nearing his climax. His chiseled face was locked in a frozen mask of utter pleasure and his breath was coming in short, shallow pants.
Jenny herself was lost in her own world of ecstasy, the raging inferno that had begun in her pussy had now spread to her entire body. She felt it wash over her in waves of pure lust, igniting her torso and rippling down her arms and legs. With every hard stroke from the boy’s enormous length, she was rocked anew, her mind unable to focus on anything other than the fireball between her legs.
As she felt herself falling into the oblivion of orgasm, she was vaguely aware of someone kneeling down beside her. She forced her eyes open and looked around. To her left, the running back that had been furiously jacking off over Kelly had clearly lost interest in the other hostess and had brought his throbbing cock over to see Jenny.
“Bro,” the running back said, acknowledging his teammate as the wide receiver continued to plough Jenny’s pussy with a furious intensity.
“Dude,” the wide receiver replied, his voice almost lost in the short gasps that signalled his pleasure.
As she watched, the beefy footballer began jacking off once more, his eyes locked on Jenny’s face. Obligingly, she turned her head to face him, opening her mouth slightly, ready to receive whatever he had to offer.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself to become lost in her submission once again. She felt like a toy, a plaything, a lifeless ragdoll. Used by anyone who wanted her, a willing pussy or an inviting mouth, her personhood surrendered to become a being whose sole purpose was to serve. It was her favorite feeling, and she embraced it totally. It was the calling of a SubAir hostess to feel this way, to satisfy her passengers in whatever sordid way they desired.
From far away, she heard the moan of the wide receiver. His strokes were becoming frantic now, drilling her deeper and deeper and chasing his own sweet release. She felt him lift her up by her ankles, changing the angle of her hips so that his cock reached further inside her than she could have possibly imagined. Throwing her head back, she added her own cries to his, moaning her pleasure to the steamy cabin.
Suddenly, he pushed forward into her with a force that rocked her body and pushed her closer to her own release. He held it there for an endless moment, then pulled back slightly and thrust forwards again. Jenny felt a warm surge in her body as the well-endowed football player’s cock exploded within her. Over and over again, the pumping shaft spat its hot seed into her waiting body.
Suddenly, she felt another sensation. A hot spurt from above splashed her face and chest. She opened her eyes to see that the running back was enjoying his own climax. As she looked, his cocked surged again and another sticky load landed on her cheek, narrowly missing her open eyes. She craned her neck, opened her mouth wide and was there in time to catch the final serious emission. She guzzled the hot juice back in her throat, relishing the salty warmth of the boy’s seed in her mouth.
Elsewhere in the cabin, someone was screaming. It was Paige, Jenny recognised. She’d heard the older girl orgasm enough times now to know that sexy cry anywhere. She’d caused enough of them herself!
And then, without warning, the quarterback marched up the cabin, dragging Kelly by her raven hair. Roughly, he pushed her down to her knees beside Jenny. The younger hostess had a dreamy look on her face. A trancelike expression of contentment and exhaustion. Clearly the quarterback had eased her into the new job with no problems at all.
“I want to see you clean your friend’s face,” the quarterback barked at Kelly and then laughed. The wide receiver joined him, easing his softening cock out of Jenny’s tired pussy and settling back to watch the show.
“Whatever you desire,” purred Kelly and leaned forwards until her face was mere inches from Jenny’s.
Jenny relaxed and allowed the rookie hostess to lead this one, keen to see how she handled the pressures and intensities of working for SubAir. To her credit, the other girl appeared to be handling it just fine.
With one long stroke from her tongue, Kelly licked the entire side of Jenny’s face, slurping the running back’s cum from her skin with hungry enthusiasm. The touch of the girl’s tongue on her face made Jenny shudder and she felt the desire building inside her once more.
Kelly then moved her body and licked Jenny’s mouth, dragging her tongue across her moist lips. Then she leaned forwards and locked her lips on Jenny’s, forcing her tongue forwards as Jenny parted her mouth to allow her entry.
Jenny felt the younger girl’s tongue probe her, hungry for more cum and eager to taste her colleague. She allowed herself to be explored, then moved her own tongue to meet the interloper and the two danced together, each relishing the taste of the other.
Jenny closed her eyes and surrendered herself once again, this time to her colleague and not a passenger. She became putty in Kelly’s hands, and drifted away into a realm of pure ecstasy. Then suddenly, she felt a soft touch on her pussy, a warm wetness that was familiar and overwhelming. She opened her eyes and glanced downwards. It was Paige, her long-time colleague and close friend. Her head was buried between Jenny’s legs and she was frantically licking at her throbbing clitoris. As Jenny watched, Paige glanced up at her and winked, then pressed down hard on the aching nub.
It was too much for Jenny. After the glorious pounding by the wide receiver, the attention of Kelly’s mouth on her own and the furious motion of Paige’s tongue between her legs, something sparked within her and a jolt of electricity rippled through her entire body.
From the depths of her pleasure, she was dimly aware of a ring of football players surrounding the three girls and their sapphic performance. Some were hooting and hollering their approval, but it all seemed distant and unimportant to Jenny. Right now, all that mattered were the tongues of her fellow hostesses as they propelled her to unimaginable heights of arousal.
Then suddenly, she felt something tip over, a point of no return within her body that signalled the inevitable tsunami of her climax. It escalated upwards, engulfing her senses with terrifying speed until her entire being was focused on the ball of white light that had risen from her tortured pussy. She released herself into it and allowed it to wash over her. Then somewhere between the frantic mouth of Paige on her pussy and the overwhelming kiss of Kelly, the fireball exploded and the orgasm wracked her body!
She pulled her head back away from Kelly, straining her neck against the hard floor of the plane’s cabin. Her back arched upwards and Paige tightened her arms around her thighs, a vain attempt to ride out the furious force of the climax as it raged through Jenny’s body.
Jenny felt close to blacking out as the waves of intense pleasure roared within her, a perfect crescendo of pure ecstasy, and she began to fear that it might never leave her body. And then, mere seconds later, it released her and she sighed audibly. Her bod
y relaxed and her limbs went slack, arms falling limp beside her. She shut her eyes, breathing heavily and reeling at the memory of what she had just experienced.
A short burst of applause from the watching football players rippled around the cabin, accompanied by a few “fuck yeah”s.
Minutes later, she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Paige. The older hostess was gazing down at her with a look of affection and satisfaction.
“Come on you,” she spoke, her voice tender and calm, “it’s time to do the evening meal. You drive the trolley and I’ll serve?”
Jenny laughed and staggered to her feet. Oh boy, she thought, I love this job!
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After having their fill of Jenny and her colleagues, the Midtown Gladiators settled down for the rest of the flight, eagerly tucking into the oversized portions served to them as the evening meal. A few beers later, and most of them sank into a satisfied doze, leaving the three hostesses to their own devices until it was time to land.
With their work complete, the three of them sat in the galley kitchen at the front of the plane, relaxing on the comfortable sofa that the luxury jet provided for the cabin crew.
“Oh boy, this has been quite a flight,” Paige said, sinking back into the cushions behind her and slipping off her red high heeled shoes. She held her stockinged feet up and flexed her toes with a look of relief spreading across her face.
“I know, right,” Jenny replied, “I thought that wide receiver was going to split me in two! But man, it felt good!”
The girls laughed and Kelly blushed a little. “Are all the flights like this?” she asked, and Jenny wasn’t quite sure if it was a note of apprehension or excitement that she heard in Kelly’s voice.