Flight attendant's sexual services

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The national railway has undergone its fifth speed increase.

The most eye-catching aspect is the newly launched 19 pairs of direct "top-tier brand trains" in the Z series, all exceeding 160
kilometers per hour. These trains feature brand-new, luxurious soft and hard sleeper carriages, boasting the best hardware facilities and service quality currently available – truly "star-rated trains."
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 "moving star-rated
hotels " and "land-based flights."

Those who have ridden the Z-series trains rave about them, especially male passengers. This is not only due to the comfortable environment
and carefully prepared cuisine, but also the team of female attendants comparable to flight attendants. Beautiful trains, delicious food, and beautiful women – the "three beauties"
are truly captivating.

An announcement came over the waiting hall: "Passengers traveling on the Z17 direct train from Changsha to Beijing, please proceed to
waiting room inspection and boarding."

"Is this your first time riding a Z-series train?" my colleague asked.

At work, this colleague always takes good care of me. Recently, when the 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 train again when you go to Beijing in the future."

"Yes, my sister said the Z17 train is currently the best in the country—spacious and comfortable, with friendly and polite service, and
the ticket price is very reasonable; it's 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 train is good, and I should try it sometime! But he didn't say anything else, like he was reminiscing."

"Oh!" My colleague looked down, but I noticed he seemed to be smiling meaningfully, as if he agreed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing! You'll see when the time comes..."

"See?"

We queued, had our tickets checked, and then walked through the long aisle to the platform.

"Please come this way and show your ticket. Welcome aboard this train, we are here to serve you!" A sweet
voice came from across the way.

I was startled, thinking I had gone to the wrong place, because the female attendant standing at the carriage door was wearing a dark blue suit uniform similar to that of
a flight attendant : a knee-length pencil skirt, glossy sheer stockings, black mid-heeled shoes,
a white collared shirt, a colorful silk scarf around her neck, and a white-trimmed flight attendant's cap. Her hair was neatly combed and pinned up at the back, making her look youthful and
lovely, while also exuding a noble and elegant air.

"Sir, your ticket..." The attendant's kind reminder brought me back to my senses, and I quickly handed her my ticket.

While she was checking my ticket, I finally had a chance to secretly observe her up close.

She was a breathtakingly beautiful woman with large, bright, and expressive eyes, their dark pupils gleaming, complemented by
long, eyelashes; delicate, crescent-shaped eyebrows; a straight nose; and slightly oval, closed lips painted
a pinkish-red hue. Her face was round and symmetrical, her full cheeks slightly rounded, adorned with light makeup and a subtle
blush, her features remarkably defined. Her bangs were neatly trimmed, and her long, glossy black hair was combed back and neatly pinned up
. She wasn't tall, about half a head shorter than me, perhaps around 1.65 meters, with a beautifully curvaceous figure.

"Hello! I'm the train attendant for this carriage, it's a pleasure to serve you!" she said with a smile, handing my ticket back to me.

How fragrant! A delightful aroma filled the air—no wonder she's a beauty!

What… what am I thinking! I quickly dismissed the thought and nodded slightly in thanks: "Thank you! But...
do I need to exchange my ticket?"

The train attendant shook her head, offering a friendly smile: "The Z-series trains offer star-level service,
meaning undisturbed service. The previous door-checking system has been replaced with a 'no registration, no ticket exchange' system; there will be no more attendants pushing food carts
through the carriages hawking their wares. Food carts will no longer offer push-to-sell services; instead, they will offer 'door-to-door delivery.' The dining cars will also feature bars, tea rooms, and
educational toy sections; each compartment is equipped with ironing facilities, a toilet for the disabled, environmentally friendly enclosed trash
cans, and a fire alarm system; in case of sudden weather changes, you can rent an umbrella from the attendant after arrival and
return it when you board the same train again. The train also offers services such as safekeeping of valuables, printing, photocopying, and Wi-Fi."

"Wow... that sounds great."

"Is this your first time riding a Z-series train?"

"Yes!" I replied with a smile.

"I hope you enjoy it." The train attendant smiled sweetly and continued serving the other passengers waiting to board. The first impression of the soft sleeper carriages on the Z-train is one of exceptional comfort. Each compartment is like a small room, with the lighting, sound system, and air conditioning already adjusted by the attendants before

passengers board. Once inside, passengers are generally left undisturbed ; a simple press of the call button is all it takes for assistance. Each compartment has four berths, all decorated in an elegant and warm camel-colored theme. A central control panel displays temperature, fan speed, volume, and a call button, along with a separate onboard television. There are newly installed personal shoe cabinets under the berths, oval reading lamps at the head of the beds, and a large mirror behind the sliding door. Each berth also features both high and low pillows to meet the needs of different passengers. Besides providing passengers with a peaceful night's sleep, the living quarters, befitting the "soft sleeper lifestyle," are also quite luxurious. The toilets at one end of the carriage offer two options: one squat toilet and the other sit-down toilet. The interior is predominantly a fresh orange color, complemented by large mirrors and overhead spotlights, creating a clean and inviting atmosphere. Beyond aesthetics, practicality is also key: pull-out doors save space and facilitate easy access, push-button faucets provide easy access with adjustable hot and cold water, speaker switches control the volume of announcements, and a call button is available for emergencies. The new toilets feature enclosed drainage pipes, preventing track contamination. As one of the first new-type trains in the country, the Z-train boasts a safety factor far exceeding that of ordinary trains. The train is equipped with high-tech "electronic ears" and an advanced DMIS dispatching and transportation command management information system, ensuring constant dynamic monitoring of train safety ; the newly adopted high-speed disc brakes with electronic anti-skid devices ensure safety even at high speeds of 160 km/h.

It can truly achieve "not a drop of water spilled" and stop smoothly within a distance of 1,100 to 1,400 meters.

Inside the dining car, which boasts a fully transparent kitchen and a small bar, the set meals are identical to airline food.
Main dishes are packaged in silver tin boxes, while fruit, pastries, and tableware are packaged in cardboard boxes. The former offers options such as sesame white rice, vegetable rice, and noodles, with hot dishes including
lotus root cakes, stir-fried cauliflower, spiced beef, crystal dumplings, stir-fried vegetables, French fries, and pan-fried duck breast. The latter contains small
plastic boxes containing cold dishes, bread, desserts, and fruit. With this "gourmet food," passengers may
say goodbye to the instant noodles they often eat on trains.

Besides the complimentary meals, the menu and beverage list in the dining car show that the average price of stir-fried dishes is around ten yuan, and
a Chinese breakfast set is only 8 yuan. The alcohol selection ranges from several hundred yuan worth of fine wines to 5 yuan cans of Libo beer, offering
a diverse and reasonable range of food and beverage prices.

It's unbelievable that such excellent train service exists in China…

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A few hours after the train departed, it quickly entered nighttime travel.

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 that in this life!"

Suddenly, a sweet voice rang in my ears. I was so focused that I hadn't noticed the attendant standing beside me.

"Are you the gentleman who just said it was his first time riding our train?" She lowered and straightened the train curtains,
then turned to me and asked kindly.

"Uh...yes, yes!"

"Are you feeling comfortable?"

"Great! Much better than the usual express trains!"

"That's because our trains are modeled after the French system, ensuring every passenger enjoys VIP treatment!"

I didn't know that! It's definitely great 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 just openly admit that I was thinking about her!

"Maybe...it's a bit lonely traveling alone." Thinking it would be
good , I answered casually.

"Then please come this way! I can help you!" The train attendant smiled kindly and extended her right hand, palm up,
to indicate the direction to go.

(This way? Help?) That's quite puzzling.

I didn't think too much about it and got up to follow the train attendant.

The train attendant led me to a compartment near the back of the carriage, which seemed to be a rest room for the train staff.

"Please come this way..." After they both entered the lounge, she closed the door.

Wow...

there weren't four berths like in the regular cabins, just a sofa by the window.

The flight attendant had me sit on the sofa, then suddenly knelt down, straightened her upper body, 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 couldn't believe such service existed! The elegant flight attendant slowly pulled my pants and underwear down to
my knees. My little brother, already erect from surprise, was now standing straight in front of the flight attendant's face, no longer concealed by my pants.
The flight attendant slightly opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "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, so I didn't even have time to shower. Today I hurriedly hitched a ride with a colleague to
the station !

However, the flight attendant didn't seem to care. She picked up a pack of wet wipes and slowly pulled back the foreskin covering my penis,
carefully wiping it clean, occasionally smiling at me as if to indicate that 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 knelt quietly in front of me, her face at the
perfect height to face my erection.

Could this be real? Like a scene from an adult film.

Suddenly, a surge of blood rushed to my head. I gently held the back of the flight attendant's head with one hand, and with the other, I guided my penis
to her lips and forced it inside. I pried open her mouth with the head of my penis. The flight attendant seemed startled
, but she didn't resist as I roughly pushed my penis into her mouth. My glans, penetrating deeply, seemed to reach
her throat, causing her to reflexively spit it out and cough lightly a few times.

"I'm sorry!" I felt remorse for my sudden loss of composure.

"No! It was my fault!" she apologized as if she had done something wrong, and slowly turned her head towards me again.

This time, I inserted more slowly, carefully watching my glans and penis slide gently between the flight attendant's cherry lips.
Suddenly, I wanted to test how far she could take it, so I gently pressed the back of her head to force it in a little more. My penis
slid in , the flight attendant looking into my eyes, watching me test it as I pleased. Finally, I pushed it all the way in, my entire penis
inside the flight attendant's mouth. I found my scrotum pressed against her chin, her pubic hair brushing against
the tip of her nose, and I could clearly feel her warm breath. The flight attendant, with her beautiful eyes still open, witnessed 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 cough. My heart was churning. I'd never even dreamed of being penetrated like this, especially by such
a beautiful flight attendant. When my gaze met hers again, I noticed her ears were turning bright red with embarrassment.

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 as my penis moved in and out of her full lips, sometimes glistening with the saliva, sometimes
disappearing into her mouth. Oh my god! The flight attendant's tongue was licking the glans…it felt indescribably
good!

The flight attendant's swallowing and sucking motions gradually quickened, so I simply remained still and let her take the initiative. As if she
knew what I wanted, she gently grasped the base of my penis and sucked even more vigorously—it felt so good!

Suddenly, the flight attendant moved away.

Huh? My God! 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 opened her mouth as wide as possible; her entire face was distorted from the open mouth.
But 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 a crescent moon.

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 but
incredibly pleasurable . After a while, the flight attendant gently pulled her mouth away from my scrotum, pulling it out like a mochi. Ha! Saliva was
connecting my scrotum and the flight attendant's lips, gradually breaking off due to gravity. I'd never seen such an exaggerated scene!

After a few soft gasps, the flight attendant knelt down, looked at me, and smiled, asking, "Are you satisfied?"

Good heavens! That noble and dignified professional smile again. The beauty who had been licking my scrotum just ten seconds ago was now smiling
sweetly . I had to admire the dedication and training of the newly selected Z-train flight attendants.

"Satisfied! But..." Actually, what had just happened had already made me feel completely refreshed, but I still deliberately used a teasing
tone .

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'll try my best!!" The flight attendant immediately apologized anxiously. I realized she
seemed to take my little joke very seriously.

"Would you like a glass of water?" she asked.

The recent pleasure had left me drenched in sweat and parched, so I nodded.

The flight attendant got up, took a bottle of mineral water from the small refrigerator next to her, and poured it into a glass.

She was clearly well-trained; even a simple action 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 glass she offered. "Would you like one too?"

"No! I'm not thirsty!"

I was thirsty! Especially thinking about what had just happened.

After gulping down the water, as a man, I naturally wanted to continue what we had just done! ...Go further!! ...

But then I thought it would be too impolite 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 , blinking and smiling at me.

“However…” the flight attendant continued, “to avoid serious disputes between flight attendants and passengers, that is,
unplanned pregnancies, we will take birth control pills beforehand, and…” The flight attendant paused, blushing, “
condoms must be used during the next stage of the service.”

I then noticed that she had a pretty pink condom in her hand.

I nodded in understanding.

“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 her personal
number , not her name.

“I’m sorry! We cannot disclose the names of flight attendants.”

“Is that also a regulation?”

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 before! If it were anyone else, I would definitely say that it's against the rules,
but you..." The flight attendant paused, her beautiful eyes scanning my face up and down. But this action did
n'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, and the distant relationship between passenger and flight attendant was gone. I
immediately felt that the distance between us had closed considerably.

"25 years old? So young to be selected as a train attendant on the Z-train!"

"It's nothing special. There are several hundred train attendants in our batch, most of them are former T-train attendants, and we also
recruited dozens of college and vocational school graduates from the public. After 26 days of intensive closed-door training," the attendant proudly told me. " I
have a bachelor's degree, which is considered high among train attendants, so I and other key personnel were sent to China Eastern Airlines for flight attendant standard training." "Then how can you accept this… uh… job requirement?" I asked casually. "I'm getting angry! You sound like you're saying I'm a prostitute!" the 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 operating environment is very comfortable, the service intensity is low, and our leaders highly respect every employee, never deceiving them . This was mentioned to everyone who joined the Z-train team. Providing this service is an employee's duty, and the superiors will do their best to resolve any problems employees encounter. If anyone wants to leave the Z-train team, they will receive a generous service bonus, more than ten years' salary for an ordinary train attendant. Employee information is top secret; outsiders have no access to it. Names are not displayed to avoid future trouble from passengers, so there are no worries about your future. The superiors' actions have earned the trust of the employees , and everyone cooperates fully. Calling us 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 that!" I quickly apologized. "It's alright! As long as you understand!" the attendant said, relieved. "And not every passenger gets the chance to enjoy the onboard service!" "Huh?" "With so many passengers on board, it's obvious! The service recipients are decided by the attendants themselves. Let me tell you a secret, it's terrible."

"We don't select passengers!" the flight attendant said playfully, as if revealing a secret.

"Then I'm the one you chose!" A flutter rose in my heart.

"Then why hasn't anyone heard about this? In today's society, it's impossible for such a thing to remain unknown!"

"Tell us? We have no obligation to 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.

"What about female passengers? Many passengers travel with their whole families!"

"Our special service is only for male passengers, and of course, we won't let female passengers know. We will never
give . If necessary, it must be requested privately by the guests themselves, to maintain the reputation of passengers and the department." "
The flight 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 hide something like this in this age of rapid information disclosure.
You can tell how many people have ridden the Z-train just by looking at ticket sales, but using this psychological factor, no one
would want to say it! (Especially men) After all, nobody wants to ruin such a train service!

"I think every flight attendant is a rare beauty!"

"We have our own beauty salon, every flight attendant can use it for free, and we 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 of the highest quality! Especially this one!" I flattered.

"Hehe! Any more questions? If not, let's 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 I politely gestured for her to kneel down. A strange look flashed in the flight attendant's eyes,
as if approving of my gesture. She smiled 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—a truly beautiful posture! After gently kissing the head of my
penis, her alluring eyes met mine. She opened her lips and took my penis into her mouth. I
gently supported her head, and then my penis once again moved between her cherry lips. The flight attendant..." The flight attendant deliberately
protruded , 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; her originally
plump round cheeks suddenly sunken like holes, like a baby sucking on a pacifier—a rather strange sight, but on this beautiful
flight attendant's face, it possessed an indescribable novelty.

A moment later, she used my penis as if brushing her teeth, pressing it against one cheek. The flight attendant's round cheek suddenly bulged, and
she moved it from side to side like brushing her teeth. The friction between the moist walls of her mouth and her teeth... I was caught in a rollercoaster of pleasure, experiencing both heaven and hell.

After a series of relentless thrusts, the flight attendant pulled her mouth away from my penis, exhaled deeply, and gave a slightly suggestive smile.
Before I could grasp the meaning of her expression, she again took my mouth into hers. Then, using her neck and upper body as the main muscles, she
moved back and forth like a woodpecker, slowly increasing the speed of her thrusts, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. This time it was a barrage of attacks;
the flight attendant, forgetting all about her image, continued to suck and thrust wildly, clearly demanding my surrender
. I, on the other hand, had to adjust my breathing to avoid ejaculating too quickly and savor this impossible service for as long as possible. Amidst the intense movements, the flight attendant's beautiful eyes also... Duan floated up, as if surprised by
my prowess!

A beautiful and dignified flight attendant! Bold and obscene actions! Every man's dream combination! My God!

After several minutes of intense oral sex, the flight attendant's neck was glistening with sweat from the vigorous activity, and her ears
were already flushed.

My feelings at that moment were indescribable. I looked at her; her movements remained elegant, and her beauty
wasn't diminished by them. On the contrary, it became even more radiant!

Waves of pleasure surged from my penis, and I suddenly realized: "I can't ejaculate in her mouth. I haven't truly
and completely . I want to ejaculate deep inside her!"

"Uh… okay!" "I want...I want..." I didn't know how to express myself for a moment.

The flight attendant looked up, smiled knowingly at me, then stood up, pulled the hairpin from her hair, and
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 bun high, 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 then pulled her skirt up to her waist in front of me, revealing red garter belts and a red thong made of
ultra-thin, fabric—sexy and stylish.

"Oh, so you like wearing such sexy lingerie..."

"Does it look good?" The flight attendant seemed confident in her figure, her long, shapely legs
reminiscent of European and American athletes.

She skillfully removed her underwear, her movements elegant and efficient.

"Of course...nothing could be more beautiful..."

My heart pounded.

The sheer stockings only reached her thighs, and between the two brightly colored garter belts, I saw a patch of glossy black pubic hair—
it was breathtaking...

She continued to suck 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. 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 cried out in pleasure, feeling my penis enveloped by her soft, moist vagina. The slippery,
soft sensation was indescribable.

The flight attendant didn't move immediately after sitting down; perhaps she was also savoring
the wondrous ?

She looked down at our joined genitals, then looked at me with a hint of shyness, whispering, "...You...your is
so big..."

My heart skipped a beat! Those words were more exciting than a thousand words; they gave me a profound shock!

The flight attendant began to sway her hips, gradually increasing the speed and intensity. She possessed remarkable skill;
her voluptuous body undulated against me, repeatedly engulfing my thick penis. Her vulva, like abalone,
seemed greedy.

I reciprocated fiercely, thrusting deeper and deeper into her, my glans repeatedly striking her cervix,
then withdrawing, then penetrating again.

We made love in this wanton manner, without changing positions, with her constantly riding me.

I lifted her blouse and shirt, and she didn't stop me.

My eyes lit up; I saw a pair of sexy, perfect breasts, like those of Venus.

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 upon everything.

I reached out and grasped each breast, feeling their softness, smoothness, and elasticity.

So soft and tender!

My hands unconsciously squeezed and kneaded.

The two nipples protruded further upwards because of my squeezing, and the areolas began to spread and enlarge. I gazed
at those nipples, feeling how delicate and proud they were!

I lowered my head and licked the two nipples back and forth with the tip of my tongue, clearly feeling them
harden and erect under my tongue.

The flight attendant began to moan softly, her chest swaying slightly, her "riding" position changing,
groaning, "Sir...I can't take it anymore..."

I wouldn't let her off so easily!

I put her down, making her straddle my lap with her back to me, my hands reaching around to grab 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 pushed back tightly as if afraid of being separated.

I thrust forcefully, matching the flight attendant's ecstatic state. I wanted to move faster, but I had already reached my limit.

The flight attendant used her hands to support herself against the wall in front of her, arching her buttocks and twisting her waist continuously.

I held her body tightly from behind and began to thrust deeply.

After rubbing against the walls of her flesh upon insertion, I thrust all the way to the base in one go, the cervix flattened by the huge glans, and each thrust
also stimulated her rectum.

"Ah!"

Perhaps unlike her previous experiences, the length and thickness of my penis were incomparable. The flight attendant looked up at the ceiling,
her back arched upwards.

With the insertion of the huge penis, her full breasts swayed, and the curves of her abdomen rose and fell like waves.

"Ah...uh..."

My whole body arched backwards, my penis thrusting violently upwards from below. Such intense movements, if it were an ordinary man, probably
wouldn't last ten minutes.

"Ah..."

My penis reached her cervix, and the flight attendant could only stand on her tiptoes, her beautiful buttocks arched upwards. Perhaps she was used to
sports, the curves of her long legs were reminiscent of European and American athletes.

She frowned, her beautiful face contorted, her complexion flushed, and her tongue peeked out from her open mouth—a very seductive expression.

Her labia clung to my penis, and with each thrust, the shaft moved in and out of her vagina, producing a soft, erotic squelching sound.

I used the head of my penis as a fulcrum against her cervix and then began to rotate.

"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, and the rotating motion stimulated my pubic hair against her labia majora.

"Ah... ah..."

With the flight attendant's wanton moans, I changed tactics, preparing to bring her to the peak of her sensuality.

"Mmm... mmm..."

When I reached the base, I made sure to 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 reached forward with my right hand, which was gripping her buttocks, finding her clitoris, peeling back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive clitoris, and squeezing it forcefully with my middle finger.

"Ah...ah..."

Her clitoris swelled with blood, reaching its limit. I rubbed and rotated it with my fingers, while continuing my piston-like thrusts,
the intense pounding almost lifting her legs into 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!" In her sweet ecstasy, the flight attendant
slid to the floor, and I followed her down as if glued to her, continuing to thrust forcefully back and forth into her as she lay prone.

After hundreds more thrusts, the flight attendant was already incoherent from my relentless thrusting: "Never...no man has ever made me feel this
high..."

I pulled and thrust again, pushing deeper and rubbing my penis against her vaginal walls with all my might: "I'm going to cum..."

I've been so busy with work lately that I haven't had time to release my pent-up desire for a month, and I'm about to reach my limit. The accumulated amount must be quite substantial.

The flight attendant seemed to sense my desire from my penis, which had swelled to its limit.

"Where...uh...are you going to cum later?" she asked, stopping her movements.

"Uh? Is there a choice?"

"Of course, everyone has different preferences, and we naturally have to consider the passengers' needs."

"Then...how about on your beautiful face?" I said without thinking.

"You're so naughty!" the flight attendant said softly and coquettishly, "Then you have to be careful not to get it on your uniform! It's hard to clean on the train, and it wouldn't be
good if someone found out."

She didn't seem to mind my bold suggestion at all, but rather just 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 the beating of our hearts were the flight attendant's seductive moans and
the soft smacking sounds of her red lips rubbing against my penis.

She seemed to be recklessly sucking and swallowing, her uncontrollable allure making me unable to restrain myself any longer.

I...I'm coming!

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, aimed it at that face that
would 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 her face completely upwards, looking up at
me, pressing my penis down, directly in front of her.

My glans opened rapidly, and streams of warm semen gushed out continuously.

The first ejaculation was the thickest and most intense, a spurt of white semen erupting onto the flight attendant's face. A stream of semen ran
from her chin, down her lips, across her nose, and to her forehead, even getting a little on her bangs. The second ejaculation forcefully
turned her head, shooting onto her plump, slightly chubby cheeks, the angle perfectly intersecting the first, the tail piling up on her cheeks.
The third ejaculation aimed vertically between her eyebrows, the semen splattering and splashing onto her eyebrows and lashes. The fourth… the fifth…
the spurt , the penis swaying wildly, sprayed haphazardly onto her face… As the ejaculation continued, the gun was emptying. Using
a glove to manipulate the penis, the remaining semen was pushed out, 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, which had been slightly distorted, gradually returned to a dignified smile,
the professional sweet smile typical of a service worker. She maintained the expected smile respectfully, her eyes closed, head raised, quietly allowing me
to .

Finally, she remained motionless, only breathing slightly, allowing me to carefully examine the beautiful flight attendant's face.

Her meticulously made-up face was suddenly covered in a thick, foul-smelling white liquid. Her cheeks, lips,
forehead and nose were all a mess. The lipstick on her lips had long since faded due to the violent piston-like movements, leaving a reddish blush at the corners of her mouth
. The adhesion of the semen had caused some of the makeup on her face to come off, mixing with the thick white semen. Her left eye was
completely covered by a pool of semen that had flowed down the contours of her face.

It was over. I rolled over to one side, and reason returned to my mind.

"Luckily, 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 the side and gently wiped away the semen stains stuck to the flight attendant's eyes.

"Thank you..." the flight attendant said gratefully, opening her eyes and slowly getting up.

At this moment, the flight attendant's face was covered in semen, her face flushed.

"So...so much!" the flight attendant exclaimed in surprise, looking at herself in the mirror in the lounge.

"Let me wipe it off for you." I felt embarrassed facing this beauty I had ravaged.

The flight attendant stood with her eyes closed without objecting, and I took out a tissue and began to wipe the semen off my face, avoiding the flow into my clothes.
As I wiped, I could feel that the skin on the flight attendant's face was quite elastic, especially her cheeks.

"I can do the rest myself, thank you!" After wiping away most of the semen, the flight attendant's face gradually returned to a clean
appearance.

"I'm sorry...I need to wash my face and touch up my makeup...excuse me..." the flight attendant turned away.

I understood and opened the door first.

As I came out, I ran into another train attendant. I smiled awkwardly, and she returned a sweet smile. She
made way for me, and as I passed her, I suddenly felt that she 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 knowing
looks, seemingly aware of what had just happened. A wave of embarrassment urged me to quicken my pace.

Lying back in my comfortable berth, I began to savor the moment, completely oblivious to the passage of time.

Gradually, I fell asleep… ― ... Shortly after I sat up, the flight attendant opened the compartment door and greeted the other passengers. "Did you sleep well?" she asked, bending slightly and looking down at me. She had already touched up her makeup, restoring her elegant appearance, and her demeanor was as if nothing had happened the night before. If I weren't the one in the picture, I wouldn't have believed the "real experience" that had just occurred. "Yes! Very good!" I nodded to her. The flight attendant once again displayed her signature noble and dignified smile, nodded in return, and returned to her post. I quietly pondered the entire customer service procedure. The flight attendants decide who to serve based on their personal judgment, thus filtering out some passengers with potential dangers (or those who are simply too bad). Passengers who have enjoyed the service don't usually disclose this. Experienced men, on subsequent trips, can request onboard services from the flight attendants based on their personal preferences. This unique psychological balance, unconsciously maintained passenger standards and ensured the safety of the flight attendants themselves, is why no negative rumors have circulated so far. After all, if every train is staffed by a bunch of low-class, vulgar "artillery regiments," what's the point of running a direct express train? It would have long since degenerated into the level of a sex industry. 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 strict professional training and safety guarantees, coupled with the relevant departments providing such train services, a virtuous cycle of can be achieved. The more funding available, the better the services and equipment can be provided, and the more benefits can be given back to passengers. The train 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 train attendants, I could feel their love 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 industry 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 personal conduct or marital status. However, this does not mean that they are indifferent or shameless about such matters. Rather, it is their sense of honor that elevates it into a contribution to their work, and they do their best to dedicate themselves to their jobs.

Thinking of this, my feelings towards these female attendants on the Z-train were not contempt, but rather admiration for their sense of mission.

The
train slowed down and gently pulled into Beijing West Railway Station, stopping in the designated lane. Soon, the doors opened one by one,
and the passengers got up to disembark.

I was the last to leave, just to catch another glimpse of the 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 events of the previous night, lowering her gaze,
a blush spreading across her elegant face.

Most of the passengers had already left, so the attendant's ambiguous expression went unnoticed.

The train attendant, flustered by my stare, glanced at the other passengers, then gave me a
knowing, albeit slightly smug, look. I, seizing the opportunity, quickly looked away.

"Thank you for your service!...Will we...have a chance to meet again?"

The 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 back, beautiful attendant!"

The attendant's face flushed, her appearance charming and lovely.

"Then it should be someone else's turn!" she reminded me. "We have several chartered train groups."

Finally, the attendant gave me a slight bow, which I nodded in response, before turning and disappearing into the departing crowd.

At that moment, my mind was filled with the beautiful image of the attendant as I slowly walked into Beijing West Railway Station with anticipation.

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