First Class Attendant Roleplay (2)
"Then allow me to prepare the special beverage you ordered, sir."
She rose from between my legs, braced her hands against the back of the sofa, and pushed her hips back toward me.
"This is a beverage our airline has prepared fresh from the source. Please savor it thoroughly."
Spellbound by her words, I moved behind her, this time dropping to my knees myself to face her ass. Encased in that tight skirt, her lush, full hips twitched as if begging me to suck them.
I hiked her skirt up at once, buried my face in the cleft of her ass, and held back the raw urge to devour her pussy—instead starting at her ankles, slowly stroking up her calves, the backs of her knees, her thighs. I took my time, fully savoring the texture of her stockings beneath my fingertips. Having already come once in Miho's mouth, I had the mental room to be patient.
I focused especially on her ankles, fingering the delicate bones and the hollows around them while watching her reactions. In heels, her slender ankles were strikingly beautiful. Some women have thin legs but thick ankles; hers were slim all the way down. Anyone who knew anything knew how sexy a woman with thin ankles looked in heels.
Miho turned her head toward me, watching my hands work. The unfamiliar caress of her ankles sent little thrills through her; her face tightened now and then.
"How is it, Miho? Is there enough water coming out for me to drink?"
"Ah… Why don't you check for yourself, sir?"
I slipped a hand between her slightly parted legs under the skirt and stroked her pussy once. She was hot, but her juices hadn't started flowing yet.
"Hmm… A bit tricky to drink from."
"Ah…! But I promise the flavor will be exactly to your taste."
"Then let's see…"
I took both her ankles in my hands and slowly climbed her calves. Past the undersides of her thighs, over the upper thighs wrapped in white skirt, I raked my nails lightly over her ass through the fabric. No panty strings.
"Looks like you're wearing a thong, Miho. Is a first-class attendant allowed to wear something this slutty?"
"Ah… ha… Would you like to check for yourself?"
Miho rolled her hips in time with my hands, smiling a seductive smile. Whenever anticipation of sex lit her up, her eyes turned lush and heavy. Instead of answering, I gripped both cheeks of her ass hard.
"Ah!"
Slap. Slap!
When I spanked her, that firm ass bounced back against my palms. Her pelvis was a little narrow, but the spring in her ass was pure youth. And with her bent over like this, her hips were thrown into such relief that even a modest frame more than made up for it.
"Ah… ah…!"
I licked her ankles and calves with my lips while my left hand tickled the back of her other knee, and with my free hand I caught the hem of her skirt and drew it slowly upward. The tight skirt climbed halfway over her ass—then snapped the rest of the way up to her waist as if spring-loaded.
Still licking her slim ankles, I lifted my head to look at her ass—and froze.
What covered the ass I'd assumed was in a thong was nothing but nude stockings.
"How is it, sir? Do you like what you see?"
Miho smiled at my startled face.
"I've liked you since the moment you first boarded."
She twisted her hips just slightly, inviting me. At her words my cock sprang fully hard. Seeing it standing rigid between my open pants and shirt, she smiled softly.
"Looks like you do like it. Taste as much as you want."
Strength gathered in her ankles as she pushed her ass farther back toward me, arching her waist and beginning a sensual invitation. That body of hers was pure temptation.
Staring into the spread of her ass, I brought my face close to her sex. When I leaned in with my nose, the perfume rising from her pussy and ass mixed with the scent of honey-water welling from deep inside her—and it hit me hard.
Wearing perfume instead of panties made her feel like Marilyn Monroe. Overcome with lust, I pressed my lips to her sex through the stockings.
"Aah… aa… aa… yes…"
I buried my nose between the lips of her completely waxed, hairless pussy and rubbed. Her body began to tremble. The rough texture of the stockings and the pressure of my nose tormented her entrance. From deep inside her, the water finally started to pour.
I sealed my lips to her pussy and began sucking up the flowing juices with wet, greedy little pulls.
"Aaa… aah… ah… ah…"
The fact that this elegant, proud first-class attendant was presenting her ass to me, moaning in heat every time I sucked her pussy and letting her honey spill—drove me wilder still. In this moment, this was no longer our living room and sofa. It was first class, with only the two of us aboard.
I caught the stocking seam with my nails and ripped. The fabric tore open with a harsh sound, baring her asshole and pussy. I buried my nose in that valley of clear honey and drank the flowing water in a frenzy.
"Aaa… ah… ahh… aahng… ah… sir… ah, yes… it feels so good…"
"Is a first-class stewardess allowed to be this filthy? Hmm?"
At my teasing question she answered with a coquettish, nasal little sound, still trying to seduce me.
"Aing… I don't know… Just put it in already…"
I stood from the floor, gripped one side of her ass, and spread her sex wider. She helped—thighs planted, waist bent even lower to make it easy for me. When I set my cock against her entrance, her soft gate twitched, ready to take me.
I held the head of my cock against her opening and stayed still. Miho looked back at me with desperate, burning eyes. I met her face and grinned.
"If you're going to provide service, do it properly. Move yourself."
"Ahhng… sir… aaaa… aa… aah…"
She slowly pushed her hips back onto my cock. Inch by inch, my length disappeared into the cleft of her ass. Miho took every last bit of my long cock to the root.
"Ahhh… aa… aa… ah…"
"How is it, Miho?"
"It's… so long… aa…"
"And?"
Her vaginal walls fluttered and clenched around me every time she tried to speak.
"And… aa… so thick… aa… the way it fills me… feels so… so good…"
"Then move yourself now."
I gave her ass a light slap with my palm, and the beautiful stewardess began rolling her hips on her own, tasting my cock. As if determined to feel every ridge and vein, she moved with exquisite slowness from root to tip. Watching that sensual first-class beauty work her ass on me sent a rush of conquest through me.
"Aaaa… ah… aah… ah… so… good… aaaa…"
Stewardess Miho bit down hard on her lower lip and kept rocking her hips in that slow, deliberate rhythm. I stroked her ass through the stockings—smooth yet faintly rough, the texture only heightening the heat. The sight of a beautiful stewardess shaking her hips of her own will, craving my cock, pushed my own pleasure higher.
"The service here is excellent!"
"Aaa… ah… I… I like it too… ah… yours is so big, sir… ah…"
"A stewardess is supposed to serve, not just enjoy herself. What am I supposed to do with that?"
"Ah… ah… I… I'm sorry… but… ah… ahhk… it feels… too good… aa…"
Now it was my turn to move. I seized her thighs, yanked her back onto me, and drove my cock hard into her depths.
"I think I'll have to file a complaint!"
"Aaaah! Ah! Ahhk! Hnngh! I… I'm sorry… ahhk! Ahhk!"
Slow but powerful thrusts that reached deep into her cunt made the stewardess's moans swell. Every time my cock shoved hard against the mouth of her womb, Miho was pushed toward the wall. I buried myself deep inside her, pulled her upper body upright, and undid the buttons of her blouse.
I opened only the chest buttons of the stewardess uniform and kissed the nape of her neck.
"You have beautiful breasts."
"Haa… ah… thank you… Would you like to touch them too?"
I shoved her bra down beneath the open blouse so both breasts spilled free, then kneaded them. The beautiful stewardess reached back, caught my head, and pulled my mouth to hers. I plundered her lips with my tongue while my fingers tormented her obscenely stiff nipples, and I began thrusting again.
"Aung… aaaa… aah! Aa!!"
Hot moans poured from her mouth once more. Her cries were as sweet as a nightingale's song, tickling my ears.
I stood her fully upright, twisted both her wrists behind her back, and started pounding into her hard and fast.
"Aaaaaaa!!! Ah! Ah! Ahhk! Aeut! Aaaa!"
Her legs—white high heels and torn stockings—strained not to buckle under the fierce stimulation racing up through her sex. Tension locked into her ass, and the pressure of her cunt rose with it.
"So… good! So good! Aaaa! Auk! Aaaa!!"
"Ugh! I'm gonna come… Where… where should I come?"
"Aa… ah! Ah! In… my mouth! Come in my mouth."
At her words I climbed even higher. Breath ragged, I slammed into her cunt in a frenzy toward the final release.
"Aaaaaa!!! Ah! Ah… aaaa! Auk!!"
"Ugh!"
In the deep surge of orgasm I pulled out from between the stewardess's ass and brought my cock to her mouth. I gripped her head roughly and forced her to take me; she opened for me as if she'd been waiting. Inside the sensual beauty's mouth my cock finally erupted, flooding her with thick white liquid. Even after coming once already, the volume was still enormous.
Watching my white semen seep out between the elegant stewardess's soft pink lips was electric.
"Mmmp… mmm… mm… mm…"
As if determined to swallow every last drop, she pushed the semen that had trickled to the corner of her mouth back inside with her tongue, then licked from the head down the underside of my shaft.
"Hoo… hoo… First class really does deliver different service."
I stroked the good stewardess's hair; she smiled up at me.
"Mmp… mmph… haa… Are you satisfied, sir?"
"Yes. Thanks to you, it was an excellent experience."
"Our airline will always do its utmost for our passengers' satisfaction."