Train attendant (a special service provided by train attendants)

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On April 18th, China's national railway system underwent its fifth speed increase.
The most eye-catching addition was the 19 newly launched Z-series direct "top-tier brand trains," all exceeding 160 kilometers per hour. These trains feature brand-new, luxurious soft and hard sleeper carriages, boasting the best facilities and service quality currently available.
Passengers are even more delighted that the Z-series direct express trains are priced in the same range as previous express trains, making them extremely popular upon their launch. Tickets are often hard to come by, earning them the reputation of "a star-rated hotel on wheels" and "a land-based flight."
Those who have ridden the Z-series trains rave about them, especially male passengers. This is not only because of the comfortable environment and carefully prepared food on the train, but also because of the team of flight attendants who rival "air hostesses." Beautiful train, delicious food, and beautiful women—these "three beauties" are truly eye-catching.
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A loudspeaker announced from the waiting hall: "Passengers taking the Z17 direct train from Changsha to Beijing, please proceed to waiting room 1 for ticket inspection and boarding."
"Is this your first time riding a Z-train?" a colleague asked me.
This colleague is usually very considerate of me at work; recently, when my company sent me on a business trip, he gave me a ride to the airport and saw me off.
“Well, it just opened, and I don’t get to go to Beijing very often.”
“Oh? Then I’m sure you’ll choose the Z17 again when you go to Beijing in the future.”
“Yes, my sister said the Z17 is currently the best in the country, spacious and comfortable, with friendly and polite service, and the ticket price is very reasonable, definitely great value for money. A month ago, she and her brother-in-law took the Z17 on their Beijing vacation, and since then, her brother-in-law has taken it on several business trips.”
“Did your brother-in-law say anything?” my colleague asked.
“Brother-in-law? He just said the Z17 is good, and he’ll try it if he has the chance! But he didn’t say anything else after that, he seemed to be thinking back on something.”
“Oh!” My colleague lowered his head, but I noticed that he seemed to be smiling meaningfully, as if he agreed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. " 　　No ! You 　　'll
see when the time comes..." 　　"
See?" ― ... 　　I was startled, thinking I'd gone to the wrong place, because the female flight attendant standing at the carriage door was wearing a dark blue suit similar to a flight attendant's uniform: a knee-length pencil skirt, sheer stockings with a sheer sheen, black mid-heeled shoes, a white pointed-collar shirt, a colorful scarf around her neck, and a white-trimmed flight attendant's cap. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun at the back, making her look youthful and cute while exuding a noble and elegant air. 　　"Sir, your ticket..." The flight attendant's kind reminder brought me back to my senses, and I quickly handed her my ticket. 　　While she was checking the ticket, I finally had a chance to secretly observe her up close. 　　She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman with large, bright, and expressive eyes, dark and sparkling pupils, and long, curled eyelashes; delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows; a straight nose; and slightly oval, full lips painted a pinkish-red hue. Her face was round and symmetrical, with full cheeks that were slightly puffed out. She wore light makeup with a subtle blush, and her features were very distinct. Her bangs were neatly styled, and her long, glossy black hair was combed back and neatly pinned up. She wasn't tall, about half a head shorter than me, probably around 1.65 meters, with a very graceful figure. 　　"Hello! I'm the train attendant for this train, it's a pleasure to serve you!" She smiled and handed my ticket back. 　　How fragrant! A delightful aroma wafted through the air—no wonder she's beautiful! 　　What...what am I thinking! I quickly banished that thought and nodded slightly in thanks: "Thank you! But...don't I need to exchange my ticket?" 　　The attendant shook her head, offering a friendly smile: "The Z-series trains offer planetary-level train service, which is also known as non-distraction service. The previous door ticket verification has been replaced with a 'no registration, no ticket exchange' system; there will no longer be attendants pushing dining carts through the carriages to sell goods. The dining carts have been converted to 'delivery' service." "The food is delivered to your door," the dining car features a bar, tea room, and educational toy area; each compartment is equipped with ironing facilities, a disabled toilet, eco-friendly enclosed trash cans, and a fire alarm system; in case of sudden weather changes, you can rent an umbrella from the attendant upon arrival and return it on your next trip. The train also offers services such as safekeeping of valuables, printing, photocopying, and wireless internet access—essentially a business secretarial service. " 　　Wow...that sounds great." 　　"Is this your first time riding a Z-train?" 　　"Yes!" I replied with a smile. 　　"I hope you enjoy it." The attendant smiled sweetly and continued serving the other passengers waiting to board. 　　The first impression of the Z-series sleeper carriages is their exceptional comfort. Each compartment is like a small room, with the lighting, sound system, and air conditioning temperature pre-set by the attendants before passengers board. Once inside, passengers are generally left undisturbed; assistance is simply requested by pressing a call button. 　　Each compartment has four berths, all decorated in an elegant and warm camel-colored theme. A central control panel between the upper and lower berths provides temperature, airflow, volume, and call buttons, and each compartment also features a personal television. There are newly installed personal shoe lockers under the berths, oval reading lamps by the beds, and a large mirror behind the sliding door of the compartment. Each berth is also specially equipped with two types of pillows, one high and one low, to meet the needs of different passengers. 　　In addition to ensuring passengers have a good night's sleep, the living quarters are also quite upscale, befitting the "soft sleep lifestyle." The restrooms at one end of the carriage offer two options: one is a squat toilet, and the other is a sit-down toilet. The interior is decorated in a bright orange as the main color, coupled with large mirrors and overhead spotlights, creating a refreshing and pleasant atmosphere. Beyond its aesthetic appeal, the Z-train is also highly practical: pull-out doors save space and facilitate easy access, push-button faucets provide adjustable hot and cold water, a speaker switch controls the volume of announcements, and a call button is included for emergencies. 　　The new toilets feature sealed, concealed drainage pipes, preventing track contamination. 　　As one of the first new-type trains in the country, the Z-train boasts a safety rating far exceeding that of ordinary trains. The train is equipped with high-tech "electronic ears" and an advanced DMIS dispatching and transportation command and management information system, ensuring that train safety is always under dynamic monitoring. The newly adopted high-speed train's disc brakes and electronic anti-slip devices ensure that even at high speeds of 160 kilometers per hour, the train remains completely dry and can stop smoothly within a distance of 1,100 to 1,400 meters. 　　In the dining car, which has a fully transparent kitchen and a small bar, the set meals are identical to those in airline meals: main courses are packaged in silver tin boxes, while fruits, snacks, and tableware are packaged in cardboard boxes. The former offers a variety of choices, including sesame rice, rice with vegetables, and noodles. Hot dishes include lotus root cakes, stir-fried cauliflower, spiced beef, crystal dumplings, stir-fried two-color dishes, baked French fries, and pan-fried duck breast. The latter comes in small plastic boxes containing cold dishes, bread, desserts, and fruits. With this "delicious food," passengers may say goodbye to the instant noodles they often eat on trains.

Besides the complimentary meals, the menu and drink list in the dining car showed that the average price of stir-fried dishes was around ten yuan, and a Chinese breakfast set was only eight yuan. The alcohol selection included both expensive wines costing hundreds of yuan and cheap beer like Libo beer for five yuan a can, offering a wide and reasonable price range.
It's truly unbelievable that such good train service exists in China…
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The other three passengers in my compartment were all engrossed in watching television programs on their berths, but I felt bored and opened the door to go out into the aisle for some fresh air.
For some reason, my thoughts suddenly drifted to the train attendant, recalling her smiling face.
"Ah... if only I had a wife like her!"
A sweet voice suddenly rang in my ears. I was so engrossed that I hadn't noticed the attendant standing beside me.
"Are you the gentleman who said it was his first time riding our train?" She lowered and adjusted the train's curtains, then turned to me and asked kindly.
"Uh... yes, yes!"
"Are you feeling comfortable?"
"Great! Much better than the express trains I've taken before!"
"That's because our trains are modeled after the French system, ensuring every passenger enjoys VIP treatment!"
I hadn't known that! It was indeed excellent value for money.
"Sir, you don't seem to be feeling well. Are you feeling unwell?" she asked with concern. (Uh... I'm not feeling unwell...)
I thought to myself, but I couldn't very well openly admit that I was thinking about her!
"Maybe... it's a bit lonely traveling alone." Thinking it might be good to chat with this beautiful flight attendant, I answered casually.
"Then please come this way! I can help you!" The flight attendant smiled kindly and extended her right hand, palm up, to indicate the direction to go.
(This way? Help?) That was quite puzzling.
I didn't think too much about it and got up to follow the flight attendant.
The flight attendant led me to a compartment near the back of the carriage, which seemed to be a rest room for flight attendants.
"Please come this way..." After we both entered the rest room, she closed the door.
Wow…
there weren’t four berths like in a regular cabin, just a sofa by the window.
The flight attendant told me to sit down, then suddenly knelt down, straightened her back, and slowly loosened my belt. I was startled!
“Miss…Miss! What are you doing?!”
“Didn’t you want me to help you relieve your loneliness?” “What?”
“The way to avoid loneliness is to make passengers as relaxed as possible. Now, please let me serve you in place of your wife. Just make yourself at home, don’t be shy!”
I simply couldn’t believe such service existed! The elegant flight attendant slowly pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees. My penis, already erect from surprise, was now exposed before her face, no longer concealed by my pants.
The flight attendant smiled slightly and said, "I've rarely seen one this big!"
I smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond.
Suddenly, I noticed a foul odor; it was coming from my penis.
Oh no! Yesterday, I was rushing to finish documents for a business trip and didn't even have time to shower. Today, I hurriedly hitched a ride with a colleague to the station!
However, the flight attendant seemed unconcerned. She picked up a pack of wet wipes and slowly pulled back the foreskin covering my penis, carefully wiping it clean. She smiled at me occasionally, as if to indicate she didn't mind. The cool sensation of the wet wipes made my penis grow even harder. After the flight attendant finished wiping my penis, she quietly knelt down in front of me, her face directly facing my erection.
Could this be real? Like a scene from an adult film.
Suddenly, a surge of blood rushed to my head. With one hand gently supporting the flight attendant's head, I used the other to guide my penis between her lips and forcefully pry it open with the head of my penis. The flight attendant seemed startled, but offered no resistance as I roughly shoved my penis into her mouth. The head of my penis seemed to reach deep into her throat, causing her to reflexively spit it out and cough a few times.
"I'm sorry!" I felt remorse for my sudden loss of reason.
"No! It was my fault!" she apologized as if she had done something wrong, slowly turning her head back towards me.
This time, I inserted myself more slowly, carefully watching my glans and penis slowly slide between the flight attendant's lips. Suddenly, I wanted to see how far she could take it in, so I gently pressed the back of her head to force it in a little more. My penis slid in little by little, and the flight attendant looked into my eyes, letting me test it as I pleased. Finally, I went all the way in, my entire penis inside the flight attendant's mouth. I found my scrotum pressed against the flight attendant's chin, her pubic hair brushing against the tip of her nose, and I could clearly feel her warm breath. The flight attendant still kept her beautiful eyes open, witnessing all of this.
My glans felt a constant, slight pressure, as if the flight attendant was trying to avoid touching the back of her throat to prevent another cough. My heart was churning. I'd never even dreamed of being sucked like this, especially by such a beautiful flight attendant. When my eyes met hers again, I noticed her ears were turning bright red with shyness.
After admiring her for a while, I began to slowly move my hips, initiating a piston-like motion. The flight attendant gently sucked and swallowed, looking down at my penis moving in and out of her full lips, sometimes glistening with the saliva, sometimes disappearing into her beautiful mouth. Oh my god! The flight attendant's tongue was licking my glans...it felt indescribably good!
Her swallowing and sucking motions gradually quickened, so I simply stayed still and let her take the initiative. As if knowing my intentions, she gently grasped the base of my penis with one hand and sucked even more vigorously—it felt so good!
Suddenly, the flight attendant moved away.
Huh? Good heavens! The flight attendant bent down even lower, tilted her head, and began licking my scrotum with her tongue. Such a noble and beautiful flight attendant, doing something like this?!
After a while, there was another sucking sound...wow! My entire scrotum was sucked into the flight attendant's mouth. Because it was larger than my penis, it seemed the flight attendant had opened her mouth as wide as possible; her entire face was distorted from the open mouth. Throughout the entire process, the flight attendant's eyes remained fixed on me, sparkling like a child yearning for parental approval. I smiled at her, and her eyes crinkled into crescent moons.
Then, a feeling of pressure came from my scrotum. She began to stir it with her tongue and mouth, the pressure just right—a little uncomfortable, yet incredibly pleasurable. After a while, the flight attendant gently pulled her mouth away from my scrotum, like pulling out a mochi. Ha! Saliva was connecting my scrotum and the flight attendant's lips, gradually breaking off due to gravity. I've never seen anything so outrageous!
After a few soft gasps from her chest, the flight attendant knelt down, looked at me with a smile, and asked, "Are you satisfied?"
Good heavens! That same elegant and professional smile again. Just ten seconds ago, this beauty was licking her scrotum, and now she's smiling sweetly as if nothing happened. I have to admire the dedication and training of the newly selected Z-train attendants.
"Satisfied! But..." Actually, what just happened had already made me feel incredibly good, but I still deliberately used a sarcastic tone.
"Ah! I'm sorry, I'll try my best!!" The attendant immediately apologized, a little anxiously. I realized she seemed to take my little joke quite seriously.
"Would you like some water?" she asked.
The pleasure I'd just experienced had left me sweaty and parched, so I nodded.
The attendant got up, took some mineral water from the small refrigerator next to her, and poured it into a glass.
She was undoubtedly well-trained; even a simple act like pouring tea carried a professional air.
Looking at her profile, I still couldn't believe the "service" this flight attendant had just provided.
"Thank you!" I took the cup she offered. "Would you like one too?"
"No! I'm not thirsty!"
I was incredibly thirsty! Especially after what had just happened.
After gulping down the water, as a man, I naturally wanted to continue what I had just done! ...to take it a step further!! ...
But then I realized it would be too rude to this beautiful woman!
"Uh..." I couldn't bring myself to say it!
"What?" she asked, puzzled. "No! No! I...I...I just wanted to know how much I could enjoy..." I asked cautiously.
“Ah! Of course, the full service… How could we only provide half the service? Customer first!” The flight attendant understood and smiled at me with a wink.
“However…” the flight attendant continued to explain, “To avoid serious disputes between flight attendants and passengers, that is, unplanned pregnancy, we will take birth control pills beforehand, and…” the flight attendant paused, blushing, “the next stage of the service must use a condom.”
I then noticed that she had a pretty pink condom in her hand.
I nodded to indicate that I understood.
“Um… can I ask you a few questions?”
“Please!”
“May I ask your name?” I noticed that the name tag on the flight attendant’s chest only showed the carriage number and personal number, not her name.
"I'm sorry! We can't tell the flight attendants their names."
"Is that a rule too?"
The flight attendant nodded gently.
"How old are you? Are you married?" I continued, "It's not against the rules to ask that, is it?"
"Hehe! Dozens of passengers have asked you that question! If it were anyone else, I would definitely say it's against the rules, but with you..." The flight attendant paused, her beautiful eyes scanning my face up and down, but this action didn't make me feel uncomfortable; instead, it gave off a strange sense of superiority. "I'll make an exception and tell you! I'm 25 years old and not married yet!"
Suddenly, the flight attendant acted like a little girl, no longer the distant relationship between passenger and flight attendant, and I immediately felt that the distance between us had shortened considerably.
"25 years old? So young to be selected as a flight attendant on the Z-train!"
"It's nothing special. There are hundreds of us in this batch of train attendants, most of whom were originally 'T-train' attendants. We also recruited dozens of college and vocational school graduates from the public, and they underwent 26 days of intensive closed-door training." The flight attendant proudly introduced herself to me. "I have a bachelor's degree, which is considered high among the train attendants, so I and other key members were sent to China Eastern Airlines for flight attendant standard training." "
Then how can you accept such... uh... job requirements?" I asked casually.
"I'm getting angry! You sound like you're saying I'm a prostitute!" The flight attendant pouted, a little annoyed.
"No! No! That's not what I meant!"
“Every attendant serving on the Z-train is proud of it! Aside from the pay, the Z-train offers a very comfortable operating environment and low service intensity. Furthermore, our leaders deeply respect every employee and never deceive them. This is emphasized to everyone joining the Z-train crew. Providing this service is an employee's duty, and superiors fully support employees facing problems. Even if someone wants to leave the Z-train crew, they will receive a generous service bonus, more than on ordinary trains.” "A flight attendant's salary is more than ten years' worth. Employee information is top secret within the department; outsiders have absolutely no access. Not displaying names is to avoid future trouble from passengers, so working here is worry-free. The management's approach has earned the employees' trust, and everyone cooperates fully. To say we're in a 'special industry' is the most serious insult! Because we are official railway staff, many people would kill to get in!"
"I'm sorry… I absolutely didn't mean it that way!" I quickly apologized.
"It's alright! As long as you understand!" the flight attendant said reassuringly. "And not every passenger has the opportunity to enjoy the services on board!"
"Huh?"
"With so many passengers on board, it's obvious! The services are decided by the attendants themselves. Let me tell you a secret, we won't choose passengers who are too bad!" The flight attendant said playfully, as if revealing a secret.
"Then I was chosen by you!" A flutter of excitement welled up inside me.
"Then why hasn't anyone outside heard about this? In today's society, it's impossible for such a thing to remain unknown!"
"Tell us? We have absolutely no obligation to ask passengers to keep this a secret, but if this becomes public, we will no longer be able to provide this service. So… do you want to tell us?" The flight attendant looked doubtful as she said the last sentence.
I immediately realized I couldn't answer.
"And what about female passengers? Many passengers are traveling with their whole families!"
"Our special service is only for male passengers, and of course, female passengers won't know about it. We absolutely will not give any ambiguous hints to couples in person. If necessary, it must be requested privately by the guests themselves, to maintain the reputation of passengers and the department," the attendant explained.
And I immediately thought of my brother-in-law!
I have to admire the ingenuity of the person who came up with this idea; to be able to conceal something like this in this technologically advanced age of rapid information disclosure. You can tell how many people have ridden the Z-train just by looking at ticket sales, but using such psychological factors, no one would want to say it! (Especially men) After all, no one wants to ruin such a train service!
“I think every flight attendant is a rare beauty!”
“We have our own beauty salon, which every flight attendant can use for free, and we also provide professional consultations. It’s more effective than any beauty product! Many female employees don’t want to leave because of this!”
Impressive! I admired her from the bottom of my heart.
“No wonder the flight attendants on the Z-train are the most qualified! Especially this one!” I flattered her.
“Hehe! Any other questions? If not, please continue!” the flight attendant said playfully.
“Okay!”
Although my physical desires urged me to continue, I couldn't be so vulgar and impatient as to lose my composure in the face of such a beautiful woman. I politely gestured for her to kneel. A strange look flashed in the flight attendant's eyes, as if approving of my gesture. She smiled graciously and slowly knelt down again.
The flight attendant knelt high on her knees, her upper body straight, her waist, hips, and knees forming a straight line—her posture was truly beautiful! After a gentle kiss on my glans, her alluring eyes met mine. She opened her lips and took my penis inside. I gently supported her head, and my penis began to slide between her cherry lips again. The flight attendant deliberately protruded her lipstick-covered lips forward, like a child kissing, except with a sausage in the middle—a sight that was incredibly arousing.
She maintained this expression for about ten strokes, then deliberately sucked hard with her mouth. My penis clearly felt a suction, and her originally plump and round cheeks suddenly sank in like holes, like a baby sucking on a pacifier. It looked very strange, but on this beautiful flight attendant's face, it had an indescribable freshness.
A moment later, she pressed my penis against her cheek like a toothbrush, causing her round cheeks to bulge abruptly. She then moved it back and forth as if brushing her teeth, the friction of her moist oral cavity against her teeth sending me into a state of extreme pleasure, akin to heaven and hell.
After a series of repetitive thrusts, the flight attendant pulled her mouth away from my penis, exhaled deeply, and gave me a knowing smile. Before I could grasp the meaning of her expression, she put her mouth back on my penis. Then, using her neck and upper body as the main muscles, she moved back and forth like a woodpecker, gradually increasing the speed of her thrusts, sending waves of pleasure through me. This was a relentless onslaught. The flight attendant, seemingly oblivious to her image, frantically sucked and thrust, clearly demanding my surrender. I, in turn, had to regulate my breathing to avoid climaxing too quickly, savoring this impossible service for as long as possible. Amidst the intense movements, the flight attendant's beautiful eyes kept glancing up at me, as if surprised by my prowess!
A beautiful and dignified flight attendant! Bold and lewd actions! The combination every man dreams of! My God!
After several minutes of intense oral sex, the flight attendant's neck was visibly glistening with sweat from the vigorous activity, and her ears were already flushed.
My feelings at that moment were indescribable. Looking at her, her movements remained elegant, and her beauty was not diminished by her actions; on the contrary, it became even more radiant!
Waves of pleasure surged through my penis, and I suddenly realized: "I can't ejaculate in her mouth. I haven't truly possessed her yet. I want to ejaculate deep inside her!"
"Uh...okay! I want...I want..." I didn't know how to express myself.
The flight attendant looked up, gave me a knowing smile, then stood up and pulled the hairpin from her hair. With a "whoosh," her high-coiled bun suddenly came undone, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
My God! In that instant, I once again witnessed her ethereal beauty. With her high-coiled bun, she possessed a noble and elegant air, but now, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, she exuded a pure and lively charm.
The flight attendant pulled her skirt up to her waist right in front of me, revealing a red garter belt and a red thong made of incredibly thin, silky fabric—sexy and stylish.
"Oh, so you like wearing such sexy lingerie..."
"Does it look good?" The flight attendant seemed confident in her figure; the curves of her long legs were reminiscent of European and American athletes.
She deftly removed her lingerie, her movements elegant and effortless.
"Of...of course...nothing could look better..."
My heart pounded.
The sheer stockings only reached the top of my thighs, and between the two brightly colored stocking straps, I could see a patch of black pubic hair radiating a beautiful sheen—it was so beautiful…
She moved closer and continued sucking on my penis until I reached a certain level of arousal again. Then she stopped, took a condom, and slightly slipped it onto the tip of my glans. Then, with another blowjob, she completely covered it, putting the condom on with her mouth.
She straddled me, spreading her legs and slowly sitting on my erect penis.
“Oh…” I moaned in pleasure, feeling my penis enveloped by her soft, moist vagina. The slippery, soft sensation was indescribable.
After the flight attendant sat down, she didn't immediately make a move. Perhaps she was also savoring the wonderful pleasure of our genitals being completely intertwined?
She looked down at our joined genitals, then looked at me with a hint of shyness, and whispered, "...You...your is so big..."
My heart skipped a beat! These words excited me more than a thousand words; they gave me a shock!
The flight attendant began to gradually sway her hips, from slow to fast, from gentle to intense. She had incredibly high skill; her full body rose and fell on top of me, repeatedly engulfing my thick penis. Her abalone-like vulva seemed so greedy at this moment.
I also retaliated fiercely, penetrating deep into her vulva again and again, my glans constantly slamming against her cervix, then withdrawing, then penetrating again.
We made love so wantonly, without changing positions; she was always on top of me.
I lifted her shirt and blouse, and she didn't stop me.
My eyes lit up; I saw a pair of sexy, perfect breasts, like Venus's.
I gazed at her white chest, her breasts trembling, round, and high, each nipple topped with a glistening, rosy clitoris, proudly erect, as if looking down on everything.
I reached out and grasped each breast in my hands, feeling their softness, smoothness, and elasticity.
So soft and tender!
My hands involuntarily squeezed them.
The clitoris protruded even more from my squeezing, and the areolas began to spread and enlarge. I gazed at her nipples, feeling how delicate and proud they were!
I lowered my head and licked them back and forth with the tip of my tongue. I could clearly feel them hardening and becoming erect under my tongue.
The flight attendant began to moan softly, her chest swaying slightly, her "riding" posture changing as she groaned, "Sir...I can't take it anymore..."
I wasn't going to let her off so easily!
I put her down, then had her straddle my lap with her back to me. I reached around to her front and gripped her breasts tightly, rhythmically thrusting in and out in sync with the opening and closing of my knees.
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..."
The flight attendant also let out short moans of pleasure.
I stood up, holding her waist, and she pressed herself tightly against me, as if afraid of being separated.
I cooperated with the ecstatic flight attendant, thrusting forcefully. I wanted to move faster, but I had already reached my limit.
The flight attendant braced herself against the wall in front of her, arching her hips and twisting her waist.
I held her tightly from behind and began long, deep thrusts.
With each insertion, the penis rubbed against her vaginal walls before I thrust all the way in at once, flattening her cervix with the enormous head, stimulating her rectum with each stroke.
"Ah!"
Perhaps unlike her previous experiences, the length and girth of the penis were incomparable; the flight attendant looked up at the ceiling, her back arching upwards.
As the enormous penis slid in, her full breasts swayed, and the curves of her abdomen rose and fell like waves.
"Ah...uh..."
My whole body arched back as the penis thrust upwards. Such vigorous movements would probably take most men less than ten minutes.
"Ah..."
The penis reached her cervix, and the flight attendant could only stand on her tiptoes, her beautiful buttocks arched upwards. Perhaps due to regular exercise, the curves of her long legs were reminiscent of European and American athletes.
She frowned, her beautiful cheeks contorted, her face flushed, and her tongue peeked out from her open mouth—a very seductive expression.
Her labia clung to the penis, and with each thrust, a soft, lewd sound emanated from her vagina.
I used the head of my penis as a fulcrum against her cervix and then rotated it.
"I'm going to cum!"
The flight attendant quickly reached orgasm.
"Hey...this feels good, doesn't it?"
Our genitals pressed together began to rub, the rotating motion stimulating my pubic hair against her labia majora.
"Ah...ah..."
With the flight attendant's wanton moans, I changed tactics, preparing to bring her to her sexual peak.
"Ugh...ugh..."
When I reached the base, I knew I would hit her cervix, intoxicating her with pleasure, but calmly, without ejaculating.
The squelching sounds of thrusting echoed in the train compartment, a testament to the powerful piston-like motion.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
As I reached her cervix, the flight attendant let out a deep moan, her full breasts swaying incessantly.
"How does it feel?"
I grabbed her buttocks with my right hand, reached forward, found her clitoris, pulled back the foreskin, revealing the sensitive clitoris, and squeezed it forcefully with my middle finger.
"Ah...ah..."
Her clitoris was engorged with blood, swollen to its limit. I rubbed and rotated it with my fingers, of course, without stopping the piston-like motion; the intense thrusting almost made the flight attendant's legs float in the air.
"I'm coming..." the flight attendant cried out, turning her head.
"Aren't you afraid someone will hear?" I teased her deliberately.
"It's okay, this compartment has soundproofing!" The flight attendant, lost in sweet ecstasy, slid weakly to the floor. I followed, as if glued to her, continuing to thrust forcefully back and forth.
After hundreds more thrusts, the flight attendant was already incoherent with pleasure: "Never...no man has ever made me this high..."
I pulled and thrust again, pouring all my energy into rubbing my penis against her vaginal walls: "I'm going to cum..." I
've been so busy with work lately, I haven't had time to deplete my reserves for a month, I'm at my limit, and the accumulated amount must be considerable.
The flight attendant seemed to sense my desire from my engorged penis.
"Where...uh...are you going to cum later?" she asked, stopping her movements.
"Uh? Is there a choice?"
"Of course, everyone's preferences are different, and we naturally have to consider the passengers."
"Then... how about on your beautiful face?" I asked without thinking.
"Ugh!" the flight attendant said softly and sweetly, "Then you should be careful not to get it on your uniform! It's hard to clean on the train, and it wouldn't be good if you got caught."
She didn't seem to mind my bold suggestion at all, but only reminded me not to go too far.
She turned around, removed the condom from my penis, and then sucked it into her mouth, resuming the oral sex she had just been doing.
For a moment, the only sounds in the room besides our heartbeats were the flight attendant's seductive moans and the "smacking" sounds of her red lips rubbing against my penis.
She seemed to be recklessly sucking and spitting with her mouth, and her uncontrollable seductiveness made me unable to hold back any longer.
It's...it's coming out!
I felt the muscles controlling ejaculation begin to contract involuntarily, waves of pleasure shooting from my spine to my head. I immediately grabbed the flight attendant's hair roughly with one hand, gaining control of her head, and with the other hand, I grabbed my penis, aiming it at that face that would drive any man crazy, and pulled hard. The flight attendant cried out and fell to the side, losing her balance. Her kneeling legs slumped to the ground, the height difference between us widening, allowing me to turn the flight attendant's face completely upwards, looking up at me. I pressed down on my penis, facing her directly.
My glans opened rapidly, and streams of warm semen gushed out continuously.
The first ejaculation was the most concentrated and intense, a thick stream of semen gushing out and landing on the flight attendant's face. A stream of semen ran from her chin, down her lips, across her nose, and down to her forehead, even getting a little on her bangs. The second ejaculation forced the flight attendant's head to the side, shooting onto her plump, slightly swollen cheeks painted with powder, at an angle that intersected with the first, with the tail end accumulating on her cheeks. The third ejaculation aimed directly at her eyebrows, spraying out and bouncing onto her eyebrows and lashes. The fourth... the fifth... the swaying penis haphazardly splattered across her face... as the darts of ejaculation were unleashed, the cleanup began. Using my gloved hand, I pushed the remaining semen out of her penis, drops landing on her lips.
The flight attendant's beautiful eyes blinked briefly at the moment of ejaculation, but after the initial shock, she immediately relaxed her facial muscles. Her face, initially slightly distorted, gradually returned to a dignified smile—the professional, sweet smile typical of service staff. She respectfully maintained the expected smile, her eyes closed, head held high, quietly allowing me to complete this destructive work as I grasped her hair.
Finally, she remained motionless, only breathing softly, allowing me to carefully examine the beautiful flight attendant's face before me.
The flight attendant's delicately made-up face was suddenly smeared with a thick, foul-smelling white liquid. Her cheeks, lips, forehead, and nose were all a mess. The lipstick on her lips had long since smudged due to the violent piston-like movements, leaving a reddish tinge at the corner of her mouth. The adhesion of the semen caused some of her powder to come off and mix with the thick, white semen. Her left eye was completely covered by a pool of semen that had run down the contours of her face.
It was over. I rolled over to my side, and reason returned to my mind.
"Thank goodness I didn't get my clothes dirty!" I said, glancing at the flight attendant's uniform.
After admiring this beautiful sight, I took out a tissue from beside me and gently wiped away the semen stains stuck to the flight attendant's eye.
"Thank you..." the flight attendant said gratefully, opening her eyes and slowly getting up.
Her face was covered in semen, flushed.
"So...so much!" she exclaimed, looking at herself in the mirror in the lounge with surprise.
"Let me wipe it off for you," I said, feeling embarrassed in front of the beautiful woman I had just defiled.
The flight attendant stood with her eyes closed without objection. I took out a tissue and began wiping the semen from my face, preventing it from running down into my clothes.
As I wiped, I could feel the remarkable elasticity of her skin, especially her cheeks.
"I can do the rest myself, thank you!" After wiping away most of the semen, the flight attendant's face gradually regained its fresh appearance.
"Excuse me... I need to wash my face and touch up my makeup... My apologies..." The flight attendant turned away.
I understood and opened the door to exit first.
As I came out, I ran into another flight attendant. I smiled awkwardly, and she returned a sweet smile. She made way for me, and as I walked past her, I suddenly felt that this flight attendant bore a certain resemblance to the woman I had just been intimate with...
I started walking towards my compartment, encountering several male passengers along the way who gave me suggestive looks, seemingly aware of what I had just done. A wave of embarrassment urged me to quicken my pace.
Lying back in my comfortable berth, I began to savor the scene, completely unaware of how quickly time had passed.
Gradually,
I 　　fell
asleep 　　… 　　― 　　... 　　After displaying her signature elegant smile once again, the flight attendant nodded in return and returned to her post. 　　I, on the other hand, quietly pondered the entire customer service process. 　　The flight attendants decide which passengers to serve based on their individual judgments, thus early on eliminating some passengers with potential dangers (or those who are simply too unpleasant). Passengers who have enjoyed the service do not disclose this, while experienced men may request additional services from the flight attendants upon their return, depending on their personal preferences. This unique psychological balance, formed imperceptibly, indirectly maintains passenger standards and ensures the safety of the flight attendants themselves, which is why no negative rumors have circulated to date. 　　After all, if every train is staffed by a bunch of low-class, vulgar women, what's the point of running a direct express train? It would have long since degenerated into a brothel. Under such conditions, it would be impossible to attract high-quality women to join the new train service team, which would be a loss for passengers. 　　With rigorous professional training and safety guarantees, coupled with the relevant departments providing such train services, a healthy business profit cycle can be achieved. The more funding available, the better the service and equipment can be provided, and consequently, the more benefits can be given to passengers. 　　The female attendants constantly move within sight, providing passengers with the services they need before disembarking. Uh… I'm referring to normal services, of course. 　　Looking at the expressions of these female attendants, I can feel their passion for their profession. For them, this new train uniform is a symbol of honor. As the train attendant I was with last night said, treating them as a sex worker is the most serious insult! It also acknowledges the speaker's own vulgar taste. The onboard services provided by the train attendants are professional requirements, unrelated to their personal conduct or marital status. This doesn't mean they are indifferent or shameless; rather, it's their sense of honor that elevates their dedication to their work, striving to give their all. 　　Thinking of this, my feelings towards these Z-train attendants are not contempt, but rather admiration for their sense of mission. 　　The train slowed down and slowly pulled into Beijing West Railway Station, stopping in the designated lane. Soon, the doors opened one by one, and passengers began to disembark. 　　I was the last to leave, just to catch another glimpse of the train attendant. 　　When I reached the door, she was already standing there, waving goodbye to the other passengers. 　　I boldly looked at her, and as our eyes met, she seemed to recall the previous night's events, lowering her gaze, a blush spreading across her elegant and beautiful face. 　　Most of the passengers had already left, so the attendant's ambiguous expression went unnoticed. 　　The flight attendant, flustered by my stare, glanced at the other passengers, then gave me a smug, disapproving look. I, seizing the opportunity, quickly looked away. 　　"Thank you for your service!...Will we...have a chance to meet again?" 　　The flight attendant smiled and said, "I regularly serve on the Z17 train, so I'll have the opportunity to serve you again!" 　　"Then I'll definitely take your train when I come back, beautiful flight attendant!" 　　The flight attendant blushed, looking charming and sweet. 　　"Then it should be someone else's turn!" she reminded me. "We have several chartered groups." 　　Finally, the flight attendant gave me a slight bow, which I returned with a nod, before turning and disappearing into the departing crowd. 　　At that moment, my mind was filled with the beautiful image of the flight attendant, and I slowly entered Beijing West Railway Station with anticipation. 　　d8888d's reply: 　　Thank you for sharing. 　　d8888d's reply: 　　Thank you for sharing. 　　d8888d's reply: Thank you for sharing. 　　Thank you moderator for your selfless sharing.

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