by Lizzy Black
MILKSHAKES ON A PLANE
Lizzy Black
Copyright 2015 by: Lizzy Black
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“Hm, Valiant Air laid you off because you’re pregnant.” The tall woman seated behind the large mahogany desk looked at the piece of paper before her.
“Yes, ma’am.” I replied nervously. “That would be right.”
“And your name is Sirigilda Idasdottir.” She looked at me from over her rimless eyeglasses. “Where are you from?”
“Yes, I’m a third generation Norwegian-American.” I smiled. “My grandmother migrated here from Norway sixty years ago.”
“The name’s quite a mouthful.” The woman smiled, reading over the letter of recommendation from my previous employer.
I took a deep breath. I didn’t believe my luck when I was informed that Valiant Air’s competitor, Paciflyer Airlines, was in the market for hiring Flight Attendants, especially those from Valiant and without the pre-requisites. I sat there in anticipation of either good news or bad.
My interviewer looked back at me and smiled. “Well, we here at Paciflyer have no such hang-ups. A girl can work in the aircraft till her sixth month and then we arrange for a six month maternity leave, paid in full of course.”
“Oh, that’s sounds very… employee friendly.” I tried to sound neutral, but my heart was leaping for joy.
“How old are you, Sirigilda?”
“Oh, I’m going to be twenty in a month.” I looked eagerly at her. “And please, call me Siri.”
“Sure, Siri.” She smiled warmly. “And would you mind standing here under the light for me and slowly spin around.”
I stood up and stepped under the pale overhead light. My shoulder length red hair gleamed as I did a little pirouette for her. I saw her making a few notes as I did a few more slow spins.
“Excellent!” she said. “How tall are you, Siri?”
“I’m five eleven.” I said. “Close to six four with these heels on.”
“Ah, wonderful height.” She smiled again, “And if you don’t mind, what’s your bust size?”
I was taken aback, but I didn’t show it. “Oh, um… I’m a 34C, but now, with being a month in my condition… I’m a 36D.”
“Thank you, Siri. You may sit down. Any questions?”
“Sure. Er… do I have the job?” I looked at her apprehensively.
“Yes, you do.” She extended her hand. “Welcome to Paciflyer Airlines, Siri. I wish you all the very best.”
“Oh, thank you.” I said, my head spinning little. “Thank you so much.”
“You’re welcome.” She nodded. “And please meet David Jensen in Human Resources for all your employment details.”
I walked out of the room on unsteady feet. I felt like I could leap tall buildings in one bound. The little man in a business suit introduced himself as David Jensen of Human Resources. My head was a buzz of thoughts and music. I barely heard half of what he had to say as he went over the dreary routines of company policies and such. My head cleared a bit when he handed me the paperwork. I had a few places to sign, a few boxes to check and I was all set. He handed me a roster; my first flight was two days later, an evening flight from Dallas to Fort LaGuardia. The nice salary package made my heart start beating faster again. It was about a fifty percent hike over what I was making at Valiant. I almost felt glad that Valiant gave me the boot. Even more glad that I got drunk and knocked up at that party last month. Darn, I couldn’t even remember the name of the guy, but he was such a great lover.
Two days later, I was standing in my crisp pink uniform in front of a full length mirror in the Paciflyer Airlines locker room. It was quite snug and hugged my curves possessively, especially my rather over generous breasts. The skirt was a lot shorter than my blue Valiant uniform, ending just about three inches under my crotch. But I loved it; I looked real hot, with my long legs and my red hair actually playing off the hot pink of the silky fabric.
“Well, hello there.” A sweet voice sang out behind me. “Aren’t you looking like a tall Nordic goddess this fine evening?”
I looked at the reflection in the mirror. My eyes lit up at the sight of my old friend, Kelley Presley from the flight attendant academy.
“Kelley!” I turned around with my arms wide open. “Ohmigod, Kelly Presley.”
“How’ve you been, Odinsdotter?” The brunette laughed and hugged me tight. That was the nick she had for me, for being of Norwegian descent. I loved Kelley like a sister, she was always there for me, and even though she was six years older, we were like two crazy sides of the same coin.
“I’ve been great, Kelley.” I gushed. “How long has it been? Are we on the same flight tonight?”
“You look great, Sweetie.” Kelley smiled, eyeing me up and down. “And yeah, it’s been too long.”
“Much too long.” I nodded.
“We’re on the same flight to New York, kiddo.” She slapped my butt gently. “Now why’d they kick you out of Valiant?”
“Er… well.” I looked around sheepishly.
“The same reason they hired you here at Pacifier.” She laughed, her generous bust jiggling.
“You mean, Paciflyer.” I looked at her curiously. “And what’s the reason.”
“The reason, well, you’ll find out.” She winked at me mysteriously. “And I do mean Pacifier. Now come on, we have take-off in an hour.”
I wondered what she meant for a moment as I followed her out of the locker room and up the flight of stairs leading to the staff walkway. Several other flight attendants walked by, some smiling at me, some ignoring me completely. I noticed all of them, every one, were rather top heavy. So that was one of the pre-requisites of this job, I chuckled to myself, glancing down at my own ample cleavage.
The aircraft was a small commercial one, about a forty seater, but a very exclusive one. The entire craft looked like it was first class. I walked along the narrow corridor with Kelley and another attendant, the name tag on her blouse read ‘Ingrid Hauser’ and she was blonde and blue eyed, almost my height. She smiled at me as I passed her.
“Welcome to Pacifier.” She said.
I almost frowned. Surely she meant Paciflyer. The passengers began to file in and take their seats. Most of them looked like rather well to do business men. Not all the seats were taken, just about half of the plane. All of the passengers were men, ranging between twenty-five to fifty years of age. I began to wonder what I was getting myself into, but Kelley was here and I felt at ease.
The pilot spoke over the intercom and soon we were in the air. I felt a bit excited; my first flight with Paciflyer and it all looked good so far. Soon, Ingrid and I began to roll out the serving cart and offered coffee to the passengers. Black coffee and sugar cubes. I felt it strange that no one asked for milk. On the way back to our station, I thought of asking Kelley about what to do if anyone asked for milk in their coffee. But she gave me a smug smile, as if she knew what I was thinking.
“We have only eighteen passengers tonight.” Ingrid said, walking up beside Kelley. “I’ll take the left side you take the right.”
“Yeah, just like you to take the side with the cute ones.” Kelley made a face as I watched the two of them in bewilderment.
“Oh, what the fuck, Kelley, take the left then.” Ingrid feigned a frown.
“What are you taking about?” I asked the two senior flight attendants.
“Follow us closely, Siri.” Kelley gave me wink, “This is why you were hired by Pacifier.”
There she went with the Pacifier again. It was beginning to annoy me, but what happened next made me forget all about it instantly. I walked a few paces behind Kelley and Ingrid as they made their way from one seat to the next. Kelley smiled at the young man at the first seat from the end, to the left. He nodded with a grin and held out his cup of black coffee. My jaw dropped wide open at what Kelley did next. She undid her blouse and her big breasts tumbled out. She grabbed one and squeezed it, moaning seductively. A thick stream of milk ejected from her erect nipple, spilling into the cup of coffee. The young man nodded his thanks as she caressed his face and moved on to the next seat before him.
I stood rooted to the spot as if I was a planted there. My hands shook and my knees were almost knocking together. To the right side, Ingrid was squeezing her breast milk into the coffee cup of a distinguished looking man in his fifties. He had an amused smile on his face. My head was spinning, I needed to sit down. I heard someone say ‘got milk?’ and Kelley’s laughter followed. Moving backward, I stepped into the little service cabin and sat down in the corner. My breathing was heavy and my chest heaved up and down.
“Hey, you were supposed to follow us and offer seconds.” Kelley walked in, buttoning up her blouse.
“It’s her first day, Kel, remember yours.” Ingrid laughed. She had taken off her blouse completely and rummaged around the back for a towel. Apparently someone had wanted to drink milk right from her source.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked, my eyes staring at Kelley in disbelief.
“This is what we are all about, Siri.” Kelley sat down.
“What is this?” I was aghast. “This is crazy.”
“No, this is fun…and the perks are good.” Ingrid chipped in.
“Like the kraut here says, Odinsdotter, this is where it’s at.” Kelley nodded sagely. “We’ve got the goods and we get paid for it.”
“That’s the novelty of this airliner. That’s why we have the cream of the crop businessmen and celebrity types taking this flight, at the exorbitant rates it offers.” Ingrid gave me a smile. “And we have such a nice paycheck.”
“Is that all we do, feed these men our breast milk.” I asked, my head still reeling.
“Yeah, pretty much…” Kelley said, sipping some wine. “Though sometimes some passengers get a privilege card and will ask for certain special services.”
“Like what?” I looked at her sharply.
“Oh, come on, girl, are you that naïve.” Kelley laughed. “How the hell did you ever get knocked up?”
“What?” I sat upright. “How did you know that?”
“Pre-requisite of the job, besides I’m the one who recommended you to Holly Ranger, the boss of Paci-Flyer.”
“So you’ve known all along…” I grew restless. “What, you’ve been keeping a tab on me?”
“Hell, yeah.” Kelley made a face. “I struck gold here, Sweetie, and I wanted my little academy sister to get a share, is that so bad?”
“Well, actually no.” I looked down at the carpet. “I should be grateful for this job.”
“Yeah, it’s all right, babe.”
“But all these men here… we’re just three women… what if they…?” I looked around like a deer in a lion’s den.
“These are not street rabble or ruffians, newbie.” Ingrid scowled at me. “They’re respectable men who are well known in most circles. They won’t even look at you unless you allow it.”
“That’s the truth, Kiddo.” Kelley added, holding out a glass of wine at me. “Here, drink this, and get some fire in your belly, you are serving the captain his coffee with sugar and ‘mmh mmh milk’.”
“What, I… but…” I stammered. “I can’t drink this, what about the baby?”
“It’s non-alcoholic anyway.” Kelley patted my pert rump. “Now get a move on, it’s time you started earning your keep here at Pacifier.”
“The Captain… what’s he like.” I stood up unsteadily and took the tray in my shaking hands.
“Oh, he’s to die for.” Ingrid smiled. “And Captain Dirk Firestone likes his coffee with extra sweet milk.”
2
I heard the small door being unlocked after I tapped on it as I waited nervously outside the cockpit. The door opened inward and I peered inside. The Captain and the co-pilot glanced back at me, smiling.
“Hi, I’m Siri.” I said, stepping inside, balancing the coffee tray as I looked for a secure footing in the small space.
“Hello Siri, I’m Dirk Firestone and this is Mike Roper, my co-pilot!” The captain flashed me a wide grin.
“Hey, Siri.” Mike, the co-pilot smiled. “Looking good.”
“And how would you like your coffee?” I asked, suddenly feeling a lot more confident.
“Hot, sweet and loaded with milk.” Dirk licked his lips.
I couldn’t help noticing how right Ingrid was about the captain. Dirk Firestone was a man to make any woman weak in the knees. I felt a flutter in my belly each time he glanced at me with those greenish blue eyes. His hair was a dark blonde and his captain’s uniform stretched tightly over his muscular chest and broad shoulders. My hands trembled as I poured the coffee and added the sugar.
“Mmm, coffee smells good.” Mike grinned at me, “Now how about some milk?”
I looked at him with a nervous smile. Mike was pretty good looking too, with a head full of dark hair, soft brown eyes and a boyish grin. The two hot men eyed me with anticipation. The plane was on auto-pilot so their undivided attention was on me. I suddenly felt very excited, turned on even, at the thought of exposing my milky breasts to these two strangers. I unbuttoned my blouse, not looking at them and slowly pulled the cloth away, letting my milk loaded 36 D breasts fall free. My nipples were already hard and my heavy breathing made them jiggle even more.
I heard a soft whistle and looked up at Dirk. His devilish smile made my pussy throb, and I looked away quickly. He held out his steaming cup of coffee under by swollen nipple as I nervously grasped my left breast with both hands. Squeezing it too hard the first time, a jet streak of milk flew over the cup and hit him on his shirt, smearing the uniform. I heard him laugh as my face reddened.
“That’s okay.” Mike offered. “We’re sure there’s plenty of milk in those beauties.”
“Oh yeah.” Dirk nodded. “They’re fresh and heavy with mmh mmh milk.”
I composed myself, it’s not like I’ve never been naked before a man before, or even two men. I just had to squeeze some of my over abundant milk into cups of coffee. How hard could that be? Not hard at all as I found out. I felt a sense of triumph as a thick stream of milk oozed out onto Dirk’s coffee, making the black turn to a rich brown and then a golden honeyed hue.
“That’s the stuff,” Dirk said and took a sip of the coffee, licking his lips and nodding appreciatively.
I squeezed my right breast over Mike’s cup without spilling a drop outside and the cute co-pilot gave me dazzling smile. I began to feel really horny all of a sudden; this funny breast milk business was really turning me on, not to mention a man like Dirk Firestone making it worse. I stood there as they sipped their coffee flavored with my milk and went over the plane’s controls.
“So tell me, Siri,” Dirk asked, looking over his shoulder. “How’s your first day been with Pacifier?”
“It’s been… er… different, but good.” I smiled back, standing there with my breasts still hanging out.
“Nothing like your time at Valiant, hey?” Mike laughed, his eyes glued to my chest.
“Yeah, that was just… er… a normal job.” I felt myself blushing under the lewd stares of these two handsome men.
“Ah, plain old boring job, with no perks.” Dirk licked
his lips, swiveling his chair around to face me. “Nothing like this one.”
I shook my head as my eyes trailed over his body and the way the muscles under his shirt stretched the fabric. I almost gasped at the bulge in his pants. Was he as turned on as I was? If only I could, I’d fuck him right there in the cockpit with Mike watching.
“You’re something else.” Dirk said, making me look up at his face. “Sure, we’ve had mostly beautiful women here at Paciflyer, with generous supply of milk. But you’re a different… you could have been a fashion model or even a movie star with those looks.”
“Yeah, right.” I laughed, making my breasts jiggle. If he was trying to get me to sleep with him, he needn’t have bothered, I was more than ready, with my breasts exposed and my panties wet.
“I guess you know where I’m going with this?” He winked at me.
“Yeah, pretty much.” I said, unable to hide the huskiness in my voice.
“So what do you say, right here right now?” He grinned.
I looked around the confined space and shrugged, making my breasts bounce.
“Don’t worry about anything, we’ve got the cockpit audio and video recorders off, the black box only records the instrument readouts.” Mike looked over his shoulder at me. “And I’ll keep the plane on course for Dirk, as long as he does the same for me… the next time.”
“You bet I will.” Dirk laughed, flexing those powerful muscles under his shirt.
“And what about…” I gestured at the door.
“Oh, the passengers are fine. Kelley and Ingrid are among the best we have.” Dirk assured me. “And pretty soon you will be.”
I couldn’t wait another minute. The flight would have to land in half an hour, enough time for me to have a few take offs and landings on Dirk. I made my move and he welcomed it. Our lips met and his tongue weaseled its way into my hungry mouth. I hadn’t had sex since that party a month ago and with all the stress of losing a job and finding a new one, I really needed this.
“Oh, yeah!” Dirk groaned, his large hands covering my big breasts, squeezing them hard as I sat on his lap. I smothered his face with wet kisses, biting his lips hungrily and sucking on them. He yanked my blouse completely off and his hands roamed all over my bare back and neck. My nipples stood out like hard berries as I pulled his head down over them. I yearned for him to suck my breasts, to ease the ache in my sensitive nipples and swollen areola. He attacked my breasts like a starving new born tiger, cupping my big breasts in his huge hands and sucking on my hard nipples with animal passion. I felt the ache recede as he drank my milk; sending shivers all through me. I arched my back, pushing more of my breasts into his face.
