by Lizzy Black
“Another twenty minutes.” I said huskily.
“Aahh, good enough for two more encores, yeah.”
4
“What’s going on?” I asked Ingrid as she stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her. I noticed her belly had increased since the last time I had seen her about a week ago. Her baby was growing quickly in there, she was in her third month and soon she would have to go away on maternity for six months.
“It’s party time, Siri.” She gushed, slipping on her pink uniform. “Six of us are going to join Holly and her team for a party on Thorn Magnusson’s monthly Paciflyer all night party over Vegas.”
“Wow!” I said with wonder. “The Swedish rocker, Thorn Magnusson?”
“Yeah, that golden haired wonder boy of rock and roll.” Kelley said, walking up to her locker. “It’s a blast, baby. He’ll have his whole band, producers and agents on the flight. We are going to have a milk-shake party to shake all milk-shakes.”
I loved Thorn Magnusson. Ever since I was thirteen I’ve had a major crush on the guy. He was a Rock god, with his long golden hair, his crazy fast guitar playing and oh, that heavenly voice. And he was one of Paciflyer’s regular passengers. I hadn’t known that in the three weeks that I was here. And now that I did, I would make sure that I was going to be on that flight, on the mid-air party, serving up my milk to Thorn Magnusson.
“How long has he been using our services for his private parties?” I asked Jennifer as she stripped down before me.
“Oh, like for the last two or three years.” She said, stepping into the shower. “I’ve absolutely loved the parties and so will you.”
“I will?” I looked surprised. “I never thought I’d be on any exclusive flights yet.”
“Like hell you won’t, Odinsdotter.” I felt the familiar smarting smack of Kelley’s hand on my ass. “Holly’s really impressed by your work with us, especially your exclusive services to Hanley Lehman and Shaun Truman.”
“Wow, really?” I was amazed. No wonder I received a little bonus with my weekend paycheck.
“Yeah, baby.” Ingrid walked back in carrying a roster. “Here you go, all you lucky gals.”
I glanced at the piece of paper over Kelley’s shoulder. My name was there, in the middle along with Holly Ranger herself and Elaine Jonickson, a sort of legend at Paciflier. Kelley, Ingrid, Jennifer and three others made up the rest. The card said ‘milk shake party, bring your own milk.’
“Sounds like fun.” I breathed.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.” Kelley laughed. “Come on. Gals. Let’s get on up the skywalk, the Magnusson party plane takes off in an hour.
I felt a chill of excitement course through me. Barely had I got my bearings right about this job and I was going to meet a celebrity, one on whom I had a crush on for years. I couldn’t have been more blessed. A high flying, high paying job; getting paid to get laid and all these great perks like exclusive private parties.
An hour to midnight and we were flying at twenty thousand feet toward Las Vegas. One of the larger planes Paciflyer had, spacious and seats ran along the sides, leaving the centre space vacant like a dance floor. Loud rock music blasted from all the surround speakers while six members of the band, two producers, one manager and an agent made up the guest list for this private party. And we were a team of nine flight attendants ready to serve them.
We were wearing a variation of our regular uniforms, the blouses were cutaway to let our breasts hang out free and our shorter skirts had a wide split in front, and no underwear. I felt incredibly sexy in it as did all the other girls, including the boss Holly, and the Paciflyer superstar Elaine Jonickson.
“Well, if it isn’t our rising superstar.” The woman who interviewed me for this job walked up to me, smiling broadly, her blue eyes flashing.
“Oh, hi, Ms. Ranger.” I smiled back nervously. “I’m just doing my best.”
“And I’m really impressed.” Holly caressed my shoulder. “Pretty soon, you’ll be giving Elaine here a run for her milk money.”
“Hey, Kiddo.” Elaine laughed, making her bare breasts jiggle. She had the largest pair I had ever seen, possibly more than 40 DD, and the globes were perfectly round with milk stains trickling down from her plum sized nipples.
“Hi, Elaine. Great to finally meet the legend herself.” I nodded at her.
“It’s all because of these.” She cupped her cannonballs in her hands, bouncing them alternatively.
“You better believe it, baby.” Kelley walked up laughing. “That’s the mega-milkmaid talking and she’s the bedrock of Paciflyer’s super success.”
“Oh, I couldn’t have done it alone, all of you fine gals deserve as much credit.” Elaine caressed Kelley’s bulging breasts. “Now come on, we’re got a hungry rock and roll band to feed. Let’s party.”
The centre of the room was set up with a pedestal and a counter around it. A strange looking device, like something out of science fiction rested on the pedestal. Holly and Elaine walked over to it with everyone else, including the party guests, forming a circle around the platform. Holly placed two plastic suction cups over Elaine’s huge breasts and the blonde woman giggled. The suction cups held on to her breasts tightly, with transparent tubes form each end extending into a large square container that looked like a blender. Holly flicked a switch and a buzzing sound filled the room, mingling with the loud rock music. Elaine began to gasp and moan as the suction cups contracted and expanded. Her knees actually trembled as milk began to siphon out of her breasts and fill into the blender box rapidly with everyone clapping and cheering her on.
I was amazed at what was going on. About five minutes later and a half of a liter of Elaine’s milk in the blender, Ingrid took her place. The process repeated and Ingrid’s moans and cries echoed over the music. Thick streams of her milk coursed through the tubes and mingled with Elaine’s in the blender. Soon every one of the girls made a sizeable deposit, until only Holly and I remained.
I caught sight of Thorn Magnusson as he stood with his band mates enjoying the goings on. He looked so different, relaxed and joking around just like any other guy. The strutting Rock God persona was left where it belonged, on the arena stage and in the music videos. Here, he was just another Joe, with a lot of money and a party to let his golden hair down in.
“You’re up, sweetie.” Kelley pinched my ass, making me jump. “Get strapped on, it’s to die for.”
I gave her a sharp glare and then stepped up to the pedestal. Holly smiled and fitted the suction cups over my aching breasts. I looked around in awe at the contraption as the suction caps snugly held on to my breasts. My belly clenched at the anticipation of what to expect. I looked up, everyone’s eyes were on me; even Thorn’s. I made eye contact and he smiled, I instantly felt a head rush, my pussy throbbed and dampness began to spread down there.
“Ready, here goes.” Holly flicked the switched and the suction cups came to life.
I almost shrieked as my nipples were stretched and pulled at hard, sending tingles of current all through me. My knees shook visibly and I grasped at the hand holds tightly. I felt my breasts being sucked like never before. My pussy, already soaking with desire for Thorn, reacted crazily with the sensation of the cups on my boobs. I stared in awe as my milk, sucked out of me, and into the transparent tubes, coursed into the near full blender. The cheers and claps were intense as my breasts pumped out milk with the music reverberating all over. This was the craziest ever, in my so far mind blowing experience with Paciflyer and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“That’s about enough.” Holly said, switching off the tormenting thing and releasing my sore breasts from the cups. “Now it’s my turn.”
I backed off the platform on unsteady feet as Kelley stepped up to get Holly hooked up to the sucking machine. The cheers for her were even louder and I heard her moans and cries over the music as the sucking began. There was about five liters of breast milk in the blender, collected from nine p
airs of lactating breasts. I’d never even heard of such a thing before and now I was a part of it. I was excited to know what they would do with all the collected milk.
“Time to shake it all up.” Elaine yelled as Holly’s contribution to the mix ceased.
The blender was switched on, churning the milk as it hummed away. I watched in awe as a couple of the girls brought out large milk-shake glasses and filled them with the frothy milk pouring out of the blender. The men cheered on as the glasses were filled to the brim. Each man was handed a full glass of blended breast milk collected from nine very hot and sexy women.
“To the best of your health.” One of the producers raised his glass as a toast and more cheers followed.
I couldn’t help giggling as I stood with my arms around Kelley and Jennifer’s waists, watching the ten grown men raise their milk-shake glasses and then drink the blended breast milk to the last drop. Every one of them proudly displayed their milk mustaches as we moved into the party prime time. Each member of the party picked up one of the girls and moved into a corner of the large room. Elaine ended up with two men, as Holly and I stood watching them settle down.
“I usually get Thorn for myself,” Holly looked at me adoringly. “But I think you deserve a treat for all the good work, and besides I think he would like that too.”
I took a sharp breath. Did she say I was going to get to make out with my idol, Thorn Magnusson? Have full blown sex even? I stood there dumbfounded as one of the producers walked away with Holly. Thorn stood by the counter, alone, looking right at me. I felt terribly nervous and began to fidget and adjust things around me that were just fine as they were.
“Get over to him and quit wasting time.” I heard a hiss from the shadows behind me. It was Kelley and she was too far way to slap my rump.
I looked at Thorn and he smiled, raising the empty milk-shake glass at me with a wink. I smoothed down my skirt, it was pointless, the deep split in front showed off my pussy mound and my breasts jiggled freely hanging out of the cutaway blouse. I took a deep breath and strode up to him.
“Well, hello there.” He said, in that dreamy sexy voice.
“Hello, Thorn.” I replied, my voice shaking.
“Uh-huh, and what do I call you?”
“Siri,” I said, looking onto his pastel blue eyes. “I’m Sirigilda Idasdottir.”
“Ah, a fellow Scandinavian.” He smiled wider. “You’re the loveliest thing I’ve seen on Paciflyer so far.”
I was so stoked to hear that, I felt like the floor would burn through and swallow me up. The man I had been idolizing since I was thirteen thought I was the loveliest thing he ever saw. Oh, I was so ready to do anything for him. I glanced around the room, almost everyone was down and doing it, even Holly. When I looked back at Thorn he was walking up to me, his hand held out for me. I took his hand and he led me to one of the plush seats on the left side of the place. Ingrid and one of the band musicians were already in the thick of lovemaking a few feet away from us. All this was turning me on like crazy, and I was about to get it on with Thorn Magnusson, international rock star.
Thorn reached out and slid his hand around my curvy waist, slowly pulling me closer to him as he dropped backwards onto the large velvet couch. I moved like a languid cat and put my arms around his neck, planting kisses on his handsome face passionately. My fingers ran through his long golden hair and caressed his muscular neck; the sensitivity in my pussy heightened, as my arousal started dripping down my thighs. My belly churned as his hands roamed like a soothing salve all over my excited body.
“Oh, Thorn… this is the best day of my life…” I moaned huskily.
“You’ve earned it, Siri; Holly speaks very highly of you.” His smile electrified my senses. “I just had to have you for my sky high party this month.”
I moaned into his face as his large hand found my moist pussy. His hard fingers probed my swollen clit, setting it on fire like never before. I felt his pulsing cock push up from under me, the warm bulge felt so good against my naked thigh. My hand reached for it and I squealed as it twitched for me.
“Do you want it?” He asked teasingly. “Do you want the Magnusson wand?”
“Oh, yes, so freaking bad.” I moaned, kissing his lips.
He reached down and unzipped his pants. I didn’t have the patience to wait anymore as my hand pushed into the opening, digging down into his briefs. My slim fingers wrapped around his warm thickness and I squeezed the roll of hardening meat possessively. His breath quickened and he moved a bit under me as his cock slipped out of my hand and his pants to stand up in full attention between us. I stared at the huge cock; it had to be at least ten inches and was dripping pre-cum. I grabbed a hold of it again, the pulsing throb felt great, sending a thrill through my body.
“You go, girl,” Ingrid groaned, as her own pussy was being relentlessly pounded. “Take that rock star cock all the way up, it feels like heaven.”
“Gosh, Thorn Magnusson, that is one really big cock,” I said in wonderment.
“Yeah, and it’s all rock hard… just for you, Siri Idasdottir.” He whispered, licking my ear.
“Mmmhh, I want to suck it, baby.” I moaned as he kissed my neck and upper slopes of my breasts with animal passion.
“Sure, baby.” He groaned hungrily as his hands roamed all over my trembling body. “But right now… sweet Siri, I want to… fuck your tight little pussy.”
“Mmmhh,” I sounded nervous as I squeezed his cock hard, making more of his pre-cum ooze out of the golf ball like head. “Yeah, I guess…”
“Don’t you want the Magnusson wand inside you, baby?” He whispered, teasing me, feeding off my craving for it.
“Like hell, I don’t.” I looked into his eyes defiantly, as I tasted his pre-cum, licking my hand. “I’ve waited years for a dream like this to come true.”
I gave him a sly smile, grabbed his shirt collar and lifted myself up to guide his thick cock under my dripping pussy. He laughed and grabbed my waist, his hard fingers clawing into my soft yielding skin. Slowly I began to lower down on his pulsing organ, shivering as the thickness stretched my tender pussy. Streaks of electric current set my nerves alight as his hands pushed my hips down, a boyish grin stretched across on his handsome face. I began to rise up and go down on his cock, slowly, savoring every moment. His hands slid under my buttocks, squeezing the softness tenderly. He leaned into my chest and took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and nodding his head as my milk filled him. His teeth scraped on my sensitive buds, making me arch my back and my insides clenched. My hungry pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock even tighter.
Thorn worked on my milk spurting breasts like a ravenous beast making me gasp and squeal at every alternating suck on one nipple to the next. His hands made my sensitive skin come alive with lust as I rode his vivacious erection. I swirled my hips like a dancer with every thrust, feeling his cock move and swivel around inside me, driving me wild. Thorn enjoyed it as much as his hips jerked up every time I came down as my ride increased with intensity.
“By the Norse elder gods, Siri.” Thorn panted, grabbing me close to him as I bounced on top of his lap. “You’re making me go completely crazy.”
“Yes, Thorn, yes…” My voice broke into sobs as I bounced away on him. “I am so crazy about you, baby, I could just… just cum all over.”
“Uh-huh” He teased my swollen nipple. “Yeah, my goddess, I want you to cum… all over my cock.”
I stiffened as his teeth teased my left nipple and his hard fingers pinched the right. The feeling of gentle pain, together with the throbbing heat buried inside me, sent shards of unutterable pleasure through my entire body. I grabbed at his head viciously, pushing his grinning face against my tortured breasts. His muffled laughter made me even hornier.
“Oh, Thorn… I’m going to… going to cum… so hard.” I whimpered, hugging him tight as his cock slammed upward, his balls slapping hard against my ass with each thrust.
I really
did cum hard as my body shook with the shuddering waves of my orgasm flowing through me. A rush of fluids smothered Thorn’s throbbing cock and eased the tightness slightly, making the motion a lot more slicker. My finger nails dug into his back and shoulders over the fabric of his tailor made shirt as he kept squeezing my breasts for more and more milk. I was beside myself and wailed out his name with every sobbing gasp.
“Siri, my lovely Scandinavian goddess …” He whispered softly. “You can breathe a bit easier now.”
“Yes, yes… I can.” I panted and looked into his blue eyes, losing myself to the blissful longing he had for me. “Now it’s your turn to cum.”
“Yeah, baby.” He grunted. “You’ve inspired me to write my next song… it’s all about you, Siri.”
I moved my hips over him, feeling his cock expand inside me, growing harder and bigger. His breath became shorter, into ragged gasps. He thrust his hips upward, holding my waist tight and moved along with my hip churning action.
“Siri… I’m going to come soon…” His dreamy voice was a soulful whisper.
“Oh, yeah…” I gasped. “Cum hard, baby.”
“Can I cum inside you?” He grunted, his fingers in my flesh digging in deep.
“Yes, Thorn, yes…” I screamed, grabbing handfuls of his golden hair. “Cum deep inside me, baby. I want you to fill me up with your glorious rock god jizz…”
“Oh, yeah, baby… you’re the best, here I cum…” He groaned, clenching hard against me.
I went stiff as his cock got harder and stretched me out as Thorn let himself go. An explosive rush of warm fluids erupted inside me and my body tensed. My pussy clenched on his hard cock and I had my second orgasm right there, along with his. I shook violently, images of his ejaculating cock filled my mind, and I wanted him like nothing I ever did before. My ravenous pussy chomped down on his expending organ, milking out every drop of his succulent semen. He was inexhaustible, going on cumming as he groaned and his hands felt me up all over lustfully. I let myself go, drowning in the sea of pleasure that engulfed me.
