by Ella Ford
The woman stepped across the galley and leaned against the kitchen counter. “What you said to my husband, about ensuring your passengers have a pleasant flight… was that true? Is it true what he told me about SubAir hostesses? Do you truly offer yourselves, you bodies, to your passengers?” she looked them over as she spoke, a mix of disapproval and intense curiosity on her face.
“Yes, ma’am,” the hostesses both replied in unison.
“And… if I were to ask you to do something, then you would surely do it? Whatever it was?”
“Yes, ma’am,” they replied again.
The Prime Minister’s wife appeared thoughtful. She smiled. “Then I confess that I am intrigued. I have only ever known the loving touch of my husband, though I have often thought about others. And not just men either.” She paused, her bashful expression giving way to a mischievous smirk. “I wish to know what women do to each other, how they please each other. Show me,” she commanded with an expectant flourish.
“Yes, ma’am,” they replied a final time before turning to face each other. Jenny looked Paige in the eye, she placed a hand on her friend’s knee, slipping it between her legs and tenderly stroked up her thigh. They lent towards each other and lightly brushed their lips together. The faint touch sent electricity coursing through Jenny’s veins. She felt the warmth of Paige’s touch upon her, smelled her perfume and the faint scent of soap on her soft skin. She pushed forward, kissing more deeply this time, parting her friend’s lips with her tongue and probing inside her mouth, eager to taste her.
Her hand continued up Paige’s thigh, reaching the top of her stocking and savouring the softness of her naked flesh and the warmth of her pussy. Paige parted her legs slightly, hitching her skirt up further and allowing Jenny greater access. Jenny moaned as Paige gripped her head in both hands and kissed her harder, repelling Jenny’s eager tongue with her own darting thrusts.
Jenny’s hand found the wetness of the other girl’s pussy and cupped her soft lips, drawing her fingertips through the warm folds. It was Paige’s turn to moan as Jenny massaged her clit between her two fingers, rubbing and pressing on that sensitive area. She longed to push Paige back and drop her face between the other girl’s legs, but managed to control herself. For now.
She opened her eyes, her mouth still pressed against Paige’s as their kiss intensified. Across the galley, the Prime Minister’s wife was staring at the two hostesses before her. Her left hand was pressed on her breast, greedily massaging it. Her right hand was between her parted legs, rubbing the light material against herself. Her face was flushed, her eyes appeared distant. Jenny beckoned for the dusky woman to come over to the couch. She broke off the kiss with Paige and stood to meet her.
“M-my name is Maria,” the woman whispered, apparently keen to introduce herself before she let these insatiable vixens loose on her body.
Jenny didn’t reply, instead she placed her hands around Maria’s waist and pulled their bodies together. Maria gasped as she fell against Jenny. She was breathing heavily now and perspiring lightly. She tentatively raised her hands and lay her palms on Jenny’s chest, locking her eyes on Jenny’s face. Jenny waited, prolonging the moment of anticipation until she could take no more. She leaned forward and kissed the woman.
At first, she met resistance. Maria was unaccustomed to a touch that wasn’t her husband’s, so did not surrender easily. Jenny kissed her lips, teasing her tongue across those closed gates, urging them open to allow her access to the riches within. Gradually, Maria relaxed her arms and parted her mouth. Their tongues met and danced together, hot and frantic, desperate for the taste of the other.
Jenny noticed that Paige had stood as well, moving behind Maria and was busily untying the thin lace strap that tied around her neck and held her dress up. Maria didn’t notice this until the dress fell down her body, continuing to kiss Jenny deeply, hands crawling over her chest and arms.
The dress slithered down her slender body to collect around her ankles. She broke the kiss and looked down at herself, naked but for her strappy heels and a tiny g-string. Jenny worried that she might scream and wake her husband, but instead she turned to Paige and started to kiss her, hands frantically tearing at the hostess’ blouse to loosen the buttons.
Jenny turned her attention to Maria again, caressing her back and landing countless tiny kisses down her shoulder and spine to the perfect line of her ass. With tender care, she took the lace panties and pulled them down over Maria’s legs then reached her fingers through the woman’s legs to her waiting pussy. Maria obliged by parting her legs slightly and allowing her access, then shuddered as Jenny plunged her fingers into her damp lips.
Jenny worked her hand back and forth, kissing and nibbling at this exotic beauty’s ass cheeks. By now, Paige was naked, her blouse and bra lay at her feet with her discarded skirt. She and Maria still kissed, their hands desperately crawling over each other’s bodies craving the soft touch of warm skin. Then they broke off and turned on Jenny, Maria and Paige falling to the floor to kneel beside her and undress her with reckless abandon. They both appeared possessed, driven by an urge that was beyond rationality. Their hands clawed and tore at Jenny’s clothes, pulling her blouse and bra off, dragging her skirt down her slender legs. They set upon her, kissing her mouth and body as though their lives depended on it. Together, the three of them writhed together, soft skin sliding over soft skin in the confined space of the gallery. They panted and moaned, hands roaming between legs and seeking out the warmth there.
Their shifted position. Maria sat up on the sofa, leaning back into the soft cushions. The Prime Minister’s wife appeared to be driven by instinct now, drawing her knees back and parting her legs. With slender fingers, she spread her pussy lips and beckoned the girls forward. Jenny and Paige crawled forward on hands and knees, stalking this new prey.
It was Jenny who pounced first, her eagerness to taste Maria’s dark pussy overriding her desire to tease this sapphic virgin. As Jenny’s mouth fell on those inviting lips, she felt Paige brush past her, climbing up on the sofa to curl in beside Maria and lock her lips on hers. Jenny felt Maria tense as her tongue began its work, her body shocked by the assault of these two skilled girls.
Jenny’s tongue lapped back and forth across the wet lips, teasing around her tight hole, forcing its way inwards and upwards and savouring the moan that this elicited. She paused there, thrusting her tongue backwards and forwards into Maria, probing at the soft warmth within. She pulled out, reversing her stroke and drawing her tongue slowly across Maria’s clit. The woman exhaled sharply, momentarily breaking off her kiss with Paige as the wave of pleasure hit her. She returned with renewed purpose, taking Paige’s head in her hands and devouring her sweet mouth.
Jenny worked harder, capitalising on the woman’s arousal and whipping her into a frenzy. Maria’s thighs squeezed her head, a hand plunged into her hair and pulled Jenny’s face forwards and inwards. Jenny struggled to remain in control, her focus collapsing until the world was composed only of the latino pussy before her face. She craved its taste, wished to drink the juice that covered her skin. She lost herself within that wet place, furiously lapping at the complex folds, charting a course through Maria’s desire.
Suddenly, Maria tensed her body. She yelped a surprised “Ah!” that Jenny hoped would be drowned out by the plane’s engines. Her legs tightened around Jenny’s head, her hand clutched her hair tighter. Then she relaxed, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. Her arms fell limply beside her and her quivering legs fell apart. Jenny and Paige collapsed on her, their own bodies exhausted by their passions.
Maria finally spoke, her eyes still tightly closed together, “Okay, I understand now. Thank you for demonstrating to me girls.”
Chapter 3
The girls hurriedly dressed before helping Maria into her own clothes. It was nearly time to serve another drink and the pilots would be wanting their meal as well. Maria straightened her hair and makeup, thanked them both with a bri
ef kiss on their lips and headed back to her seat.
Jenny looked at Paige, sighing, “Phew.”
“I know, right?”
“I was right about her pussy though, it tasted awesome!” quipped Jenny and the two girls laughed and got back to work.
It was Jenny’s turn to take the pilots their meal. It was a simple snack of sandwiches and a drink, so didn’t require much preparation. She loaded up the trolley and headed up to the cockpit. When she got there, she buzzed the intercom and waited to be allowed in. Eventually, the door unlocked and she took the two plates off the trolley and went in.
The Captain and First Officer Bennett greeted her with knowing smirks as she entered the cockpit. She looked at them quizzically, not sure what was so amusing. The Captain tapped one of the monitors on the control deck with his index finger. Jenny blushed as she remembered the security camera in the galley. Fitted as a precaution against hijacking, the whole of their steamy encounter with the Prime Minister’s wife had been transmitted up to the two pilots!
“That was quite a show, Miss Jones,” the First Officer said with a filthy grin, “Got us all worked up.” He was sitting on the jump seat by the side console. He spun it round to face her.
Jenny stuttered, a sudden urge to deny everything crossing her mind, followed a strong desire to get out of the cockpit as quickly as possible. She felt her old shyness, a fear of exposure and judgement, washing over her. Her time at SubAir Academy had seen her battle this particular demon and win. She fought to compose herself, gathering her thoughts and remembering who she was. She was a SubAir Hostess, a subservient pleasure giver who lived to bring contentment and satisfaction to others. It didn’t matter that the pilots had seen her fucking Paige and Maria, it only mattered that someone required satisfaction.
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.
