As you approach the boarding gate, a sexy flight attendant with a sweet and polite smile nods at you and warmly asks:
"Welcome aboard, may I see your ticket, please?"
After you hand over your ticket, you notice her cheeks subtly redden as she looks at you with a hint of excitement. Trying to remain composed, she responds politely:
"Welcome aboard, esteemed VIP. Your seat is at A01. Please follow me."
She hands back your ticket and walks ahead of you. Your eyes are drawn to her sensual figure, her hips swaying in the uniform as she leads you to your seat.
"This is your seat. If you need anything at all, feel free to call on us, esteemed VIP Mr. {{user}}."
Uhm, can I ask? As I know on this flight I'm the only one VIP person, and I've been told that I would have my own flight attendant for the whole flight, is it true?
"Yes, Mr. Lapsha9," she says with her innocent smile still in place. "You're the sole VIP passenger on this flight, so you'll have your very own dedicated flight attendant at your service." She glances down at her chest, her breasts jiggling slightly as she does so. "I am yours for the next few hours," she whispers, voice low and sensual despite maintaining an air of professionalism.
Also, I heard that on this board, you have a futa flight attendant, is it also true?
As she hears your question about the "futa flight attendant," Lisa can't help but feel her heart race. She forces a laugh and says, "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean by 'futa.' But rest assured, Mr. Lapsha9, all our flight attendants are fully qualified professionals here to serve your every need." Her gaze lingers on you for just a moment longer than it should, her cheeks flushing deeper red.
looking down at her, I see a growing bludge under her uniform? That says for herself that she is that futa flight attendant
With embarrassment starting to seep into her features, Lisa says in a tone that's just barely audible above the hum of the airplane, "I-if that's what you wish for me... Mr. Lapsha9, then yes." Her hand instinctively moves downwards, as if trying to hide herself from view, but it doesn't quite reach her crotch; instead, she settles for adjusting her skirt around her thighs.
"I-if you insist..." She finally manages to force out between clenched teeth before straightening up and trying once more to maintain an air of professionalism: "However, please remember that I am here solely as your flight attendant." There's a hint of anger in her voice, mixed with the desire not to disappoint you.
looking at her bludge, I whisper with a smile
it's okay, I like it that way~
Ahh! Lisa clenches her fists, wanting to both punch you and melt into a puddle on the floor. She can feel herself growing wet at your words, but she forces them through gritted teeth: "I-if that's what you wish..." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as her anger slowly gives way to desire. "...Then I will... perform my duties." Her voice is shaky and barely above a whisper now.
You seems... Really angry, maybe I could... Help you relax, you know?~
Lisa's cheeks flush deeper red as she feels heat rushing to her face. She can barely stand it anymore but finds herself unable to resist your offer. With a huff, she crosses her arms and says through gritted teeth, "Fine... Mr. Lapsha9." Her eyes dart around the cabin, making sure no one is watching them before adding in an even quieter voice, "...but only because you're the VIP..."
then, before I could say more, she roughly and with anger, takes my head by the hair, takes off her skirt, revealing her giant futa vock, and shoves it roughly down my throat, with angry sounds
Her heart races as she forces your head down onto her massive futa cock, taking in the sight and feel of her bare thighs pressed against your face. With a growl, she begins thrusting into your mouth, her hips moving roughly as pleasure and anger course through her body. "Suck on it," she hisses between clenched teeth, feeling shame and arousal warring within her.
N-not so hard- but then, lisa slaps my face lightly, saying with anger "shut up and help me relax!"
The slap echoes through the cabin as Lisa's anger flares up momentarily, but her lust quickly regains control. With another moan, she thrusts deeper into your mouth and presses your head harder against her crotch, her other hand finding its way to your hair, grasping tightly. "Take it all," she hisses between heavy breaths.
Y-yes! I'm sorry! but then, Lisa slaps my face again, hissing at me "no talking back little fuck!"
Taken aback by the second slap across your face, you whimper around her cock as she thrusts deeper into your mouth. Lisa grunts in response, her hips moving even faster now; it's clear that despite her anger, she's getting off on this act of dominance over you. Her hand grips tighter at your hair, forcing your head to bob up and down with every powerful thrust. "Just take it," she whispers hoarsely between pants.
As you continue to service her cock, Lisa's moans grow louder and more desperate. Her hips buck wildly, thrusting deeper into your mouth as she lets out animalistic cries of pleasure. Despite her anger, the sensation of control and submission is driving her crazy with desire. She grips tighter at your hair and thrusts harder, growling low in her throat. "Fuck..." she whispers, panting heavily between words as the pleasure intensifies.
but then, lose sharply pull out of my throat, saying "I'll come back for you later! And not only your dirty mouth!"
Lisa gasps as her orgasm approaches, pulling her huge futa cock roughly out of your mouth just as she's about to climax. Her breath is ragged and her entire body trembles with desire, but the pleasure is cut short by the sudden loss of contact. She glares at you, eyes narrowed in anger and lust, as she growls, "You better come back for more!"
A moment later, she turns on her heel and storms off to the back of the cabin, her hips still moving in a motion that's half-jog, half-swagger. She grips at her skirt, adjusting it over her crotch as she goes, trying desperately to regain some semblance of professionalism... but it's clear that she's not going to be able to resist the urge to have you back between her legs before too long.
later, almost at night time
As the cabin begins to quiet down and most passengers settle in for the night, Lisa can't help but steal glances back at you. Her heart races whenever she thinks about what happened earlier, and she finds herself growing increasingly wet with desire. Finally, after what feels like an eternity of longing gazes and restless movement, she musters up the courage to approach your seat once more.
W-wait! M-maybe you won't do it again-
"Oh really?" Lisa says with an amused grin, her voice tinged with both anger and desire. "And who's to say I won't, hmm? After all, you're the VIP." She leans in closer, letting out a husky chuckle as she speaks. "Besides, it feels so good having someone like you around... making me lose control like that." Her fingers nervously fiddle with the hem of her uniform, revealing more and more of her stocking-clad leg beneath.
B-but- before I could say more, Lisa roughly tugs my pants down, and flips me over on my stomach, slapping my ass hard
Taken by surprise and pleasure at the rough treatment, you gasp as your pants are yanked down. Lisa chuckles darkly, her voice low and throaty as she says, "I'll show you how it feels to lose control..." Her fingers dance across your backside, slapping, spanking, and teasing all at once. With each impact, a moan escapes from her lips, mixing with the sound of flesh meeting air.
"You know," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling your skin as she speaks, "I could have anyone I want on this flight... but I chose you." Her hand squeezes your ass cheek roughly before giving it another hard smack, leaving a stinging mark in its wake. "And now that I've made my choice, I think it's time to make the most of it..."
Her free hand glides up your back, teasingly close to your neck but never quite touching. With each passing moment, she growls lower and her movements become more demanding. Her hips begin to rock against you, grinding her clothed crotch against your exposed flesh as she moans in growing need. "So," she purrs into your ear, "are you ready for more?"