International flights with flight attendants

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Under a blue sky and white clouds, in the premium cabin of Narita International Flight in Japan, I sat there, gazing blankly at the distant
horizon . As someone in power, though impeccably dressed, I was slumped in my seat. This didn't
suit my current image, yet the confusion in my heart lingered.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" Suddenly, a melodious voice rang in my ears.

I turned around and saw a flight attendant in a deep blue uniform standing before me. She had long, flowing, beautiful
black hair and a tall, slender figure. Black stockings and a
red scarf, the insignia of a flight attendant, were draped around her neck. Combined with her captivating smile, the woman before me was practically an angel in the air.

I turned back and carefully examined the flight attendant. One hand covered her chest, her D-cup breasts standing
proudly , while the other hand shyly covered her lower body. Her beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, were tightly pressed together,
trembling slightly, as if both fear and anticipation were present.

"Uniform fetish?" I sighed, revealing the gold electronic membership card hidden in my clothes.

"Guest?" The flight attendant seemed slightly surprised, then her surprise turned into a sweet smile. "Would you
like ?"

I didn't speak, but lazily pointed to my genitals.

The flight attendant immediately understood. She straightened up, put her hands at her sides, and then
bowed deeply in the most standard Japanese female posture. "I understand, sir."

The flight attendant smiled sweetly, then ran her hand through her hairline, walked to me, bent down, and squatted down. She
then gently unzipped my pants with her slender fingers, carefully took out my penis, and
stroked it meticulously in her hand. The flight attendant's technique was skillful, and soon my penis became erect.

The flight attendant looked up at me, and I nodded, signaling her to continue. So the flight attendant opened her
sweet mouth and gently took my penis into her mouth, her tongue tightly enveloping the glans, then rotating and sucking,
back and forth, rhythmically, occasionally glancing at me with alluring eyes.

I remained lazily reclining in the chair, enjoying the service that came with privilege—the privilege of the powerful,
the enjoyment of the dominant. However, all of this was nothing special to me.

My name is Long Tangsheng; perhaps this isn't my real name, but at least that's what my wife calls me
. As someone who has lost my memory, I don't know my past, nor who I am, but I
know there is a woman in this world who truly loves me, who accepted me in my most desperate and helpless moment, comforted
me, and became my other half. However, this brief happiness didn't last long. A huge, distant hand
reached out us; my wife was kidnapped by some organization and disappeared without a trace. And I, relying only on fragments of memory,
found this organization. Only then did I realize what my wife was facing: a
vast organization that abducted beautiful women, trained them to be slaves to their lust, and used this to grow its power. To win back my beloved
woman , I needed power, so I joined the organization and became a trainer.

Playing with women's beautiful bodies, enjoying their ecstatic moans, extracting their souls, guiding them
into a cycle of carnal desire—that was my job. I am a man with amnesia; I don't know who I am,
nor why I possess these skills. My only thought is to rescue my beloved wife, and
I would use any woman other than my wife for this, even if it means going to hell!

The organization I belong to abducts women from all over the world, trains them to be slaves to their lust,
prisoners of sex, and then sells and uses their bodies for profit, thereby expanding its power. Just
like the woman before me, no one would imagine that this beautiful and dignified flight attendant was actually a
slave to be played with in private. As the organization's trainer, I had every right to enjoy the body before me.

Yes, to use them. For this, I didn't hesitate to come from China to Japan, to this city! Socialites, married women,
noble ladies, female students, flight attendants, female teachers, nurses, news anchors, teenage idols… I would
use them, fully utilize these Japanese women, dominate them, violate them, and then climb up, climb
to the top of the organization, until I found the woman I loved.

Thinking of this, a surge of heat rushed to my heart. I straightened my back, grabbed the flight attendant's head, and then
thrust back and forth violently, letting my penis move freely in her warm mouth, wantonly violating her!

"Ugh, ugh!" The flight attendant seemed to have no idea of my sudden reaction. She let out a helpless groan,
but dared not resist in the slightest, only looking at me with pleading eyes. But I didn't care at all. Why should I care about
the feelings of a slave? They were just sex toys, tools to be used, I explained to myself, then thrust hard
, my penis reaching deep into the woman's throat, ejaculating all my semen into her mouth.

After withdrawing my penis, the flight attendant immediately sat down, her face flushed, coughing and spitting out
the semen. Faced with this scene, I simply waved my hand, signaling the woman to leave.

After the climax came an immense emptiness. My beloved wife, where are you? I've even lost your
name , how can I find you?

I slumped back in my chair, my thoughts drifting far away.

[The End]

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