by Ella Ford
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 tall 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.
Oh boy, she sighed.
THE END, FOR NOW
Lesbian Layover
by Ella Ford
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 o
wn 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.
