by Ella Ford
“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 w
as 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.
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 dil
do 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 little, 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.
