Beautiful sex slave flight attendant Ayaka 0106

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Komori Ayaka, emerging from Narita Airport, walked towards the Mercedes-Benz parked beside her, a handbag in one hand. Her
white and blue scarf and royal blue uniform made her look exceptionally beautiful. She was already a top-notch model, but she looked even more charming in the uniform, which had been redesigned a year prior.
Previously, everyone criticized the flight attendants' uniforms for being too monotonous, but last year, the visionary President Toga took over Minami-Kokugoku and changed it to the current style.
First, the dark blue color scheme was changed to royal blue, and then the jackets and skirts were changed to narrow skirts, shortened to 15 centimeters above the knee, restoring the long-popular mini-skirt.
These changes made the whole atmosphere more sexy.
Initially, there were opposing opinions, especially among the senior flight attendants and those who lacked confidence in their tight skirts; however, the new president's strongly supported idea won over male customers, resulting in a 100% increase in sales, and there were no more objections.
Ayaka, wearing that uniform, attracted attention not only from ordinary passengers but also from airport staff. Besides
her superb figure, her neat and tidy hair, the way her face was accentuated by the blue cap, her elegant smile, and the inherently attractive intellectual aura of a flight attendant.
"Truly worthy of being a flight attendant for Taipei Eastern Airlines, so beautiful and attractive."
"Of course, she's the fiancée of the young president of Taipei Eastern Airlines!" "
What good taste! If I could get my hands on that stunning flight attendant, I'd die happy." "
Hey! That's too loud."
Ayaka stopped in front of her Mercedes while listening to the conversation between the two security guards.
Finally, the driver, Yasunaga, noticed and got out of the car, saying,
"Welcome back! Let me help you with your luggage."
He took the purse while pulling down his almost-falling-down pants.
When their hands touched, Ayaka quickly let go; it was a pair of sweaty hands that sent shivers down her spine at the slightest touch.
(Why would Yutaka use such a driver?)
Ayaka had always found it unbelievable. It wasn't that Yasunaga had acted particularly rudely, but from their first meeting, she had felt a physiological aversion.
Yasunaga was a short man in his mid-thirties, with eyes that seemed to be constantly watching something. His face was pale, and compared to his broad forehead, his nose and mouth were rather small. His large eyes were a cloudy, brownish color.
Just one look from those eyes sent chills down her spine.
"Just take me back to my apartment, right?"
"Yes, thank you."
After their eyes met in the rearview mirror, Ayaka reflexively flashed her usual cheerful flight attendant smile, then crossed her legs, her super-short miniskirt pressed tightly against her hand.
"You must be tired from flying. Please take a rest." "
Thank you."
It was indeed troublesome to maintain a smile, and she was very sleepy. Her
lower back always ached after flying.
And her most confident feature, her feet, were swollen from being confined in high heels for so long.
Even so, she felt no sleepiness in front of this driver. Just thinking about his eyes secretly watching her sent chills down her spine. To be precise, the fact that they were alone in such a confined space, breathing the same air, already made Ayaka very uncomfortable.
Although she knew this feeling was wrong, she couldn't explain this natural emotional reaction.
After a while, the car slowed down and stopped.
"What's wrong, Mr. Yasunaga?"
Ayaka's voice was somewhat flustered, because there was no gas station nearby, only a few houses.
"Wait!"
A strange smile appeared on Yasunaga's lips. "
Mr. Yasunaga!" "
We're leaving soon."
Yasunaga revealed his pearly white teeth, and at the same time, the back doors on both sides of the car opened, and two black men entered.
"What are you doing?"
The car sped away again, and at that moment, a large hand pressed down on Ayaka's shoulder and chest.
"Hey! Yasunaga..."
As soon as she opened her mouth, a strong smell of medicine hit her nose and mouth. A
moment later, Ayaka lost consciousness...
Part Two: Ayaka, with
her eyes blindfolded, felt a strong light.
After regaining consciousness, she realized that her hands were tied behind her back and her eyes were blindfolded.
After driving for more than an hour, Ayaka was taken to a basement that looked like a warehouse, and the entire room had no windows.
Although the blindfold was removed, Ayaka's body was tied to a metal chair, and a black leather belt was stuffed in her mouth.
"How does it feel?"
Through the light and the camera supported by three tripods, you could see Yasunaga standing there, grinning lewdly.
"Your hat fell off."
He put the hat he was holding on Ayaka's head.
"You've been chosen by the organization as a slave candidate. Now we'll test your reaction to being a slave."
Hearing Yasunaga's unreasonable words, Ayaka felt an atmosphere of despair.
"If you swear to become a sex slave, I'll unlock the door for you, and you can strip naked and have sex with me; if you don't want to, you can wear this uniform and let me slowly play with you. How about it? Do you want to swear?"
"No..."
Ayaka shook her head, trembling all over.
"Oh... then there's no other way."
Yasunaga's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached into the blue jacket between the iron bars and pulled out her breasts.
"Mmm..."
Ayaka's mouth opened wide, her body twisting uncomfortably from the violation.
"Such beautiful breasts!"
She could feel her breasts being held in Yasunaga's rough hands even through the uniform.
His hands were roughly kneading her body. A man who didn't know how to caress her like this was absolutely unacceptable; he wouldn't allow himself on her body, nor would she date him.
"Not satisfied with just touching her clothes!"
Yasunaga began unbuttoning his shirt, one button, two buttons… until her snow-white breasts were revealed.
"Oh…"
Ayaka groaned, biting her belt. The mere touch of this man terrified her; the
thought of his hands touching her breasts was unbearable. The fear, shame, and humiliation that drove her to the brink of madness made her want to scream.
Yasunaga had now completely unbuttoned her shirt, and his demonic hand was about to slip inside.
"Oh…"
Ayaka frowned and closed her eyes.
But she desperately tried to endure it, her hands clenched tightly behind the chair.
This man wanted to see her suffering, to see her begging him with tears in her eyes.
"I have no choice but to endure it. I don't want to abandon my self-respect for such a despicable person, I don't want to become a submissive woman.
" Suppressing the goosebumps rising all over her body and the urge to scream, Ayaka faced him directly.
Yasunaga's fingers climbed onto her nipple.
Ayaka opened her eyes and looked at him pitifully.
If it weren't for this restriction on a woman's freedom, he would be a despicable man who knew nothing.
Finally, he released his hand from her breast, then knelt down in front of the chair, his eyes fixed on her thighs, tearing her black stockings.
The miniskirt, which was 15 centimeters above the knee, naturally became 10 centimeters shorter when she sat on the chair.
"What beautiful legs!"
Yasunaga drooled, placing his hands on his knees.
"Oh..."
Ayaka's two long legs trembled tightly together. Everyone said that Ayaka was the biggest beneficiary of the change to the miniskirt.
And some people even said privately that the new president, Yutaka, would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of those beautiful legs.
That was indeed true.
Because she always gets especially excited when she sees Ayaka in a miniskirt on dates, and she kisses her feet from head to toe in bed.
If the rumors are true, they probably refer to her legs.
And those legs are now being caressed and rubbed against her cheek by Yasunaga.
Part 3:
"Open your legs!"
Yasunaga, increasingly excited, said while swallowing. Ayaka
instinctively closed her thighs tightly.
"What's wrong?"
Ayaka glared at Yasunaga.
"I can't help it!"
Yasunaga stood up and pressed a button, and two black men immediately entered.
At this moment, her face changed drastically, and her body was tightly bound.
"Open this slave flight attendant's legs." "
Yes, boss!"
The two black men, holding iron, squatted on either side of Ayaka, their black hands prying her legs apart.
"Ah!"
She tried to break free, but the strength of the hands was too great, and her ankles were immediately tied to the chair legs.
Ayaka's legs were in a V-shape, but she still desperately tried to close them.
"Still trying to resist?"
Yasunaga's voice came from behind. He loosened the belt in his mouth and stared directly at Ayaka.
Ayaka took a deep breath and said,
"No, please don't..."
The humiliation she had suffered so far was released in one breath.
"Unlock it now! I will never forgive you! I'm going to tell Yutaka everything! You better watch out!"
"Let me see your underwear!" "
No, I'd rather die!"
Yasunaga gestured to the two black men, whose hands immediately grabbed her legs and fastened the locks near her knees.
"No... no..."
Although she resisted with all her might, her legs completely ignored Ayaka's will and spread open to the left and right.
"Oh..."
When her legs were spread and fixed, Ayaka could only bite her lip and lower her head.
Her miniskirt, which had already shrunk to 25 centimeters above her knees, rose even higher because of her spread legs.
"You can see her underwear completely now!"
Yasunaga stood face to face, mercilessly staring into the deepest part of the miniskirt.
"Ah..."
Ayaka knew struggling was futile, so she tried to keep her legs tightly closed.
Although her skin was unharmed and there hadn't been any other caresses, Ayaka already felt utterly miserable.
Normally, to ensure everyone could see her legs, she always wore a super-short mini-skirt suit or dress, never wearing anything else underneath—that was standard fashion.
If the other person were someone she truly loved, perhaps she could forgive that, but only during their time in bed. But no matter how much they loved each other, even if it was Yuta, it was impossible for her to spread her legs wide like an adult film actress while wearing a mini-skirt.
Moreover, the person standing before her now was a lowly driver, a servant, and the uniform she was wearing only brought Ayaka more humiliation.
She'd heard that male passengers on Taipei Airlines almost always hoped to see the underwear under their royal blue mini-skirts.
But despite the expectation, the elegant flight attendants would never give themselves away—that was the difference between them and adult film actresses; that subtle, yet unseen distance was like a thick wall.
"Oh! Black!" Yasunaga
knelt down, placing his face between her knees, which were spread at a ninety-degree angle, his eyes fixed on the depths of her miniskirt.
Her feet, encased in stockings, and the mounds of her breasts, covered by black panties, revealed a sensual allure.
"Do you always wear black when you fly?"
Yasunaga asked with a greedy expression, as if he were about to pull off the stockings and lick them .
"How?"
"None of your business!"
Ayaka replied, trembling.
Besides her first-rate breasts, thighs, hips, and voluptuous body, Ayaka's genitals must also have a perfect shape.
Whether her thighs were open or closed, they possessed an alluring curve.
Yasunaga, drooling, scrutinized Ayaka from head to toe in her uniform.
Then he imagined the beautiful and elegant Ayaka spreading her legs in that seductive pose.
For Yasunaga, the most precious things now were his blue uniform, black underwear, stockings, high heels, and the lingering smell of sweat from his long flight.
A stimulating, arousing scent emanated from his parted thighs.
Yasunaga felt dizzy; he could feel his masculinity rising between his legs.
The air was filled with Ayaka's unique scent after the flight, a healthy and fragrant aroma.
Yasunaga groaned as he moved closer to his left thigh and kissed it.
The thigh's elasticity and stimulation caused his body to tremble even more.
Yasunaga felt the allure emanating from the thigh more intensely.
No matter how much Ayaka usually disliked him, this leg was now truly his.
Next, Yasunaga looked at his right leg.
Everyone has two legs, but why did Ayaka possess legs that combined elegance and sensuality, so alluring? Yasunaga felt incredibly happy and suddenly sobbed.
Tears streamed down his face as he kissed his right thigh,
feeling his desire gradually rise.
Between those two thighs lay a mature honeypot, a treasure trove of supreme sensual beauty.
He brought his face close, and could see the small mound bulging within the black panties, a fragrant sensuality capable of shattering male rationality.
He slowly brought his nose and mouth closer.
A surge of pleasure, like an electric current, shot straight to the heavens.
He took a breath, and the feeling was like a fuse.
The smell of sweat after the flight, along with her natural fragrance, brought Yasunaga's manhood to a state of supreme satisfaction.
He was instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure of being between the legs of the international flight attendant.
IV.
"Slave flight attendant, say your name."
Yasunaga, looking at Ayaka's miniskirt, asked from behind the camera.
"What is this? Stop playing around!"
Ayaka cried out, feeling the coolness between her legs.
"Answer the question, slave flight attendant!"
"No!" "
I can't help it."
Yasunaga sent another signal.
The two men who had been there earlier came over, untied the ropes from Ayaka's back, and immediately tied them to her head again. The locks on her feet were also released, and she was hoisted up by a motor.
Those two beautiful legs were lifted from the ground.
"I'll ask again, what's your name?"
"Ugh..."
Ayaka glared at him.
"Ah..."
The bald man reached his hand inside her miniskirt and touched her buttocks.
"No!"
Her buttocks were perfectly rounded, encased in black stockings and girdles. "
You wretched buttocks!"
Yasunaga glared at her firm, bouncy buttocks, pacing back and forth.
"Ugh... Don't touch me, it's so dirty!"
Ayaka cried out, forgetting the pain in her hands.
Then, a whip struck her buttocks.
"Ah!"
The pain shot through her body, and Ayaka curled into a shrimp-like shape.
"What are you doing?"
"Say your name!"
"You know it!"
Ayaka was slapped twice more.
"Name"
"Komori Ayaka."
"Occupation"
"International flight attendant."
"Age"
"Twenty-four..."
"Height" "
176 cm..."
"Bust"
"..."
The whip lashed across her chest.
"Ninety-three!"
Ayaka bit her beautiful lower lip.
"
Cup size"
"D cup!" "
There are no E-cup bras in Japan, and bras are all imported.
" "Hips,"
Yasunaga's hand roamed over that round bottom.
"Ninety-three."
"When was your first time?"
"..."
"Answer me!"
The whip struck her thigh again.
"Ah!"
Ayaka's hands, which were suspended above, recoiled.
"When I was sixteen!"
she said hoarsely.
"Who was it?" "Well, with you..." Ayaka looked at Yasunaga, swallowing her words. She hadn't told anyone about this; it was the last thing Ayaka wanted to mention. "A high school classmate!" "You liked having sex back then, didn't
you? " "No..." Before she could finish, the whip lashed out again. "That's enough." Several more lashes struck her legs. "Say you like it!" "No!" The whip lashed a few more times. "Say you like it!" "No!" The muscles in her thighs were already bruised, and with the weight on her wrists, she felt a sharp pain. "Speak!" The whip fell swiftly. "You little bastard..." Ayaka cried out. "Ah!" The whip flew up to her wrists. "Speak! Slave flight attendant!" "Ugh... Ugh... I like it!" she murmured. "Louder!" The whip lashed up again. "I like... sex..." she murmured, her eyes lowered, biting her lip. "How many times a week do you do it with the president?" "Not that often!" The international flight attendant spent almost half a month abroad. "We can meet every day in Japan! Let's do it every day when we meet." "I love Yutaka!" "I didn't ask you those questions!" The whip lashed up again. "You lecherous flight attendant, tell me the order of your erogenous zones!" "Hmm! Breasts, ears, lips, back!" "One more!" " Ah! Inner thighs!" Her hands, gripping the lock, were already drenched in sweat. "Um... don't you feel anything here?" Yasunaga reached into his underwear. "Hmm! I can feel something..." "What do you mean, where do you feel something? Explain yourself!" "Sex... genitals..." The beautiful flight attendant answered carefully to maintain her image. "If you don't tell the truth, I'll give you another whipping. One on the face, three on the chest, ten on the buttocks, thirteen on the thighs. You can choose whichever side you prefer." "Devil..." Neither side felt comfortable. "Okay, then the buttocks!" "You..." Ayaka stared blankly at Yasunaga, but Yasunaga's whip fell mercilessly. "Oh... ah..." Ayaka cried out, her whole body aching from the numbness, except for her buttocks. After the buttocks, the whip moved to her beautiful legs. "If you lie again, I'll slap your face, understand?" Ayaka's head was lifted up. "Ah! Okay..." she groaned. "What position do you like?" "The missionary position!" " What else? Don't you like it from behind?" "No!" "Have you ever done it from behind before?" "No!"

"So this ass is still a virgin, that's the highest score."
She opened her eyes and looked at Yasunaga, seeing him pressing on something.
"No problem with the chest and buttocks, let's do a physical fitness test!"
"What's that?"
"That's a test that will determine your future fate, good luck!"
Finally, she was taken off, her hands were untied, she almost lost all feeling, her legs were numb, but she still quickly pulled down her miniskirt and straightened her clothes.
"What are you doing, taking everything off, sex slave!"
"Ah!"
Ayaka swallowed hard, seeing that despicable short man in front of her. If her hands and feet were free, she wouldn't lose to him, but because there were two other people behind her, she didn't dare to act rashly. No, it should be said that Yasunaga had a huge organization behind him.
"What's wrong?"
Yasunaga looked at Ayaka with a whip in his hand.
"Don't use violence!"
She took a breath, put her hands on her uniform, frowned, and began to take off her skirt. Although she felt indignant, she couldn't say it.
The uniform is the badge of honor for flight attendants; both men and women aspire to wear it. Wearing the international uniform signifies selection based on excellence.
After taking off her skirt, she started taking off her top.
"Take off your stockings first!"
Ayaka glared at him, beginning to remove them. Yasunaga then told her to put her shoes back on.
After removing her top and bra, she was left with only high heels, black panties, and a white and blue scarf. Ayaka tightly closed her thighs, clutching her chest.
"Let your hair down!"
She frowned, then removed the hairpin, letting her long hair flow like a flood.
The womanly curls added to her allure.
"Take your hands away!"
Yasunaga said dryly. Although he had already ejaculated once, seeing the beautiful Ayaka standing before him in only panties reignited his lust.
"I really want to play with you for hours!"
he said, reaching for Ayaka's breasts again.
Ayaka was startled and pushed Yasunaga's hands away.
"Stand still!"
Two bright red handprints appeared on her face instantly. "
What are you doing?"
she glared at him, then received another punch. Although Yasunaga looked frail, the punch was surprisingly powerful.
"Ouch!"
Ayaka's naked body arched.
"Stand still, you slave flight attendant!"
Ayaka raised her head, tears welling in her eyes, and pleaded,
"Don't use violence!" " I told you to stand still, didn't you hear me!" "I know!" she steeled
herself and nodded in agreement. Yasunaga grasped her breasts and kneaded them against her chest. "Spread your legs!" "..." Ayaka frowned and spread her beautiful legs. She had been enduring the humiliation she felt. As if to demoralize her, Yasunaga's hand reached into her underwear and began to slowly draw circles. "You'd want your passengers to touch you like this during the flight, wouldn't you? " "... " "How?" " No... no..." "Nonsense! If not, why wear such sexy underwear and let your breasts sway back and forth?" "Ugh..." " A lustful slave flight attendant will have to undergo even more rigorous checks!" Yasunaga's hand remained inside the underwear as he ordered his black subordinates to come out. Lu, both hands were tied again, secured with three-kilogram lead weights, totaling six kilograms. Even with her hands hanging down, it was still heavy, especially considering her previous fatigue. "Crawl!" Ayaka slowly squatted down, placing her hands on the floor, looking at the candles on the ground with a pained expression. Like a large circle in a sumo ring, each candle was lit, forming a large circle. "Alright, crawl around once to measure time!" Yasunaga gave a signal, and one of the black men lifted Ayaka's legs. "Ah!" Ayaka quickly used her wrists to support her upper body. The black man pushed her from behind, shoving her next to the candles. "Come on, step over the candles!" Yasunaga grabbed her hair, ordering her to step over the burning candles; the flames were only ten centimeters from her chest, spaced thirty centimeters apart. Even without moving, her skin would feel the heat, but at least she had to weave through the gaps to avoid the heat. "Thirty seconds!" "What is that?" she protested. "The physical demands on sex slaves are absolutely necessary, so you'll keep going until you can't move anymore!" Seeing Yasunaga start pressing the stopwatch, Ayaka reluctantly began to walk again. Ayaka's athletic ability was already quite good; she had loved sports since childhood and now maintained her figure with rhythmic gymnastics. To perform her job as a flight attendant more elegantly, she needed to cultivate the stamina to endure hardship. However, she was already exhausted from flying, and being suspended like this, her hands were completely powerless. Each step forward made her hands tremble; if the lead weights were removed, she could walk at least a week. "Ten seconds have passed!" " When she'd gone a third of the way, Yasunaga's voice rang out, but she'd reached her limit! 'Ah! Ah!' Each step felt like a ton of bricks, but if she lowered her body even a little, she felt the scorching heat of the candle. About halfway through, she was already drenched in sweat, drops of it falling steadily. 'Ten seconds left!' 'Ah!' Ayaka strained with all her might to reach the finish line, her hands moving slowly. When she finally reached her goal, her breathing was rapid, like she was running a 100-meter dash. 'Twenty-eight seconds and seven seconds!' Ayaka looked up, her legs pressed tightly together. When she lowered her head, her long hair touched the flame. 'The fire's out!' Looking back, Yasunaga pointed out that the fifth candle's flame had gone out, probably extinguished by her sweat! 'Start over!' 'What!' 'It's starting!' Yasunaga pressed the stopwatch. 'Oh!' There was no room for protest. In order not to waste a second, I dared not hesitate for a moment, but my hands were naturally more tired and heavier than the first time. "Ten seconds left!" Hearing this, I hadn't even gone halfway. In addition to not being able to exert any force in my hands, I also had to be careful not to let the sweat drip down my face.

"Oh!"
Ayaka gritted her teeth, trying to pick up speed, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. She reached the finish line in thirty-three seconds.
"One more time!" "
Please let me rest."
Walking on her hands was already incredibly difficult. Suddenly, she felt a whip lash her back.
"Ah!"
Losing her balance, Ayaka nearly got burned by the fire. She desperately straightened her arms.
"Keep going until you're good!"
Yasunaga coldly pressed the stopwatch.
"That's too much!"
Ayaka cursed him as she attempted her third lap. This time she finished in twenty-nine and eighty-three seconds, but two candles went out along the way.
"One more time!"
Yasunaga mercilessly ordered.
Sweat poured down her face, and by the time she realized it, the stopwatch was already ticking.
Ayaka failed five or six times. On the seventh attempt, she finally passed with twenty-nine and six seconds—lucky enough that her sweat didn't drip onto the candles. VII.
"
Wrist strength is C out of A, B, C. Next up is the leg strength test!" "
Yasuka grabbed Ayaka's hair, who was lying flat on the ground, and straddled her shoulders.
'Stand up, slave flight attendant!'
Ayaka's eyes widened.
'What for?'
'Try to be a horse.'
'I can't!' '
If you don't stand up, I'll whip you fifty times and make you circle a candle ten times!' '
How awful!' '
Which is better?'
'Fine, I'll do it!'
Ayaka stood up, then lifted her waist, her face flushed red, her whole body trembling, staggering as she stood.
No matter how short she was, Yasuka weighed at least fifty kilograms, and she had to lift this fifty-kilogram man.
After the flight, her usually proud legs were no longer under her control, especially with the six-inch high heels she was wearing. Due to poor balance, her toes were already deformed and congested."
Ayaka still stood up, though the lead weights on her hands had been removed, they were now tied to her feet, and a mask covered her mouth, with a leather strap running from her nose across her forehead to her head.
Yasunaga, perched on her shoulders, grabbed Ayaka's lustrous hair and said,
"Go!"
The whip lashed her buttocks.
"Ah!"
Ayaka groaned, gripping Yasunaga's ankles, and began to circle the candle.
"Thirty circles in five minutes!"
"..."
Completing one circle every ten seconds was difficult for a woman carrying a fifty-kilogram man.
Yasunaga pulled on the leather strap, forcing Ayaka to walk in circles; even a slight pause felt the pressure from her high heels.
"Oh! Ha!"
Sweat dripped down her face as she inhaled through the mask. "
My legs don't seem to be putting any weight on them!"
After twenty circles in three minutes, Yasunaga's feet brushed against her chest as he lifted Ayaka's beautiful hair and stroked the back of her neck.
Ayaka ignored him, concentrating on continuing to walk, her legs already numb with pain! She only felt a heavy weight in her lower back.
"Three more weeks!"
With forty seconds left, Yasunaga instructed two black men to stand on either side of Ayaka with whips.
"Your legs are strong, give them a few more lashes to boost your stamina!"
One of them struck her thigh from the front.
"Ouch!"
Ayaka cried out in pain.
The blow was unbearable,
especially since the black man had struck her ankle.
"Ah…"
If she hadn't been carrying Yasunaga, she might have jumped up!
"No! No!"
Ayaka bit her belt, silently crying out several times.
But the two black men seemed to enjoy her cries, the whips falling even faster.
Stopping seemed impossible; she had to keep going, so her speed naturally slowed. Ayaka used her last bit of strength, completing thirty laps in four minutes and fifty seconds.
"Okay, turn left now." "
Oh!" Shaking
her head, she knew time was running out, and she had no choice but to step out.
This time, the whips mainly targeted the thighs and ankles, areas where international airline flight attendants have the best stamina.
The whips lashed down relentlessly, making it impossible to even walk.
Although Ayaka was drenched in sweat, she continued to walk with focused concentration.
However, this time she took over ten seconds to complete the task.
"One more time, until you do it right!"
"Oh!"
She walked again amidst the rain of whips, but her speed decreased. The second time took five minutes and twenty seconds, the third five minutes and forty seconds, and the fourth time, miraculously, she finished in exactly five minutes.
Unable to stand any longer, Ayaka collapsed after being put down by Yasunaga.
"Your leg strength is also C-grade!"
Yasunaga said coldly, looking at the naked beauty covered in sweat, and placed his foot on her buttocks, saying,
"Next up is the sexual function test for Taipei Airlines' number one beautiful flight attendant!"
Without even a moment's rest, Ayaka's shackles were removed, and she was laid down on the leather sofa. "
Ah!"
When she saw two men lying beside her on the ceiling, she quickly curled up into a ball.
"Ah...no..."
She clutched her breasts, bending her long legs inward to hide the cleft between her thighs.
"Now it's your favorite time, sex! Have fun! These two are sex experts, they know a woman's erogenous zones. If you don't perform well this time, you'll be the lowest-rated slave!"
Seeing Yasunaga's gesture, the two men pressed their black bodies against her, grabbing her wrists and kissing her arms.
Ayaka shivered. Although she had opportunities to be near foreigners professionally, she wouldn't allow herself to have sex with them, especially with black men. Although somewhat uncomfortable, the feeling vanished immediately after the kisses.
Ayaka was more picky about men than others.
Some were physically intolerable, and Yasunaga was one of them.
But sometimes, even if it seems like it's okay, the skin shows a lack of response.
Neither of these two experienced this.
On the contrary, they felt a sensual and sweet sensation in their chests.
They kissed each finger, starting from the back of the hand.
That tongue was surprisingly soft; she was truly a master of lovemaking.
His tongue traced down her wrist, neck, and ears, while his other hand took the opportunity to caress her unsuspecting body.
"Ah! Oh…"
Ayaka gritted her teeth, her toes curling inside her shoes.
Her sensitive erogenous zones were repeatedly stimulated.
Her breasts were already hard and swollen, and her black panties were already leaking fluid.
Then, the two men made Ayaka lie face down, took off her high heels, spread her toes, and sucked on them one by one.
Her toes, which had been tortured during the long flight from Los Angeles, felt like they were melting, incredibly comfortable. But the two black men
, wearing only underwear, not only sucked her toes and soles but also massaged her buttocks and the protruding part of her vulva with their fingers. Ayaka's ankles, inner thighs, and buttocks were kissed one by one before she lay back down. Thirty minutes had passed, the length of time and the precision of the caresses astonishing Ayaka, and the two men continued to caress her erogenous zones with their tongues and fingers. The pleasure she was receiving was twice that of others during foreplay, and with two skilled men involved, it was equivalent to four times the intensity of others' caresses. Although she couldn't see clearly, her eyes were already gleaming with excitement. Ayaka tried to regulate her breathing so they wouldn't hear her rapid breathing. But the sweet sensations she felt in her chest and lower body were impossible to hide. The two men kissed her along her curvaceous waist and armpits, down her thighs, and she felt the intense stimulation of their touch on her sensuality. "Ah... Oh..." Ayaka, who had instinctively closed her eyes, opened them and looked at the ceiling. Her legs were bent in half and placed on her chest, forming an M shape. "No..." Although she cried out, a sense of novelty surged up. In an instant, an image flashed through Ayaka's mind: a pornographic film she had seen sometime ago, featuring a beautiful actress in her early twenties. From Ayaka's perspective, she was undeniably beautiful. The woman in question was also being held by two men, her legs spread wide, her vulva being played with through her damp panties. (How frivolous.) Ayaka felt a surge of contempt. Just like her, she herself was being manipulated in the same way today, and in front of the cameras. She had only realized how superficial the woman was when she saw her in an interview; while she appeared beautiful, it was immediately obvious that it was the photographer's carefully crafted effect. But this international flight attendant, soon to be the future wife of the president of Taipei Airlines, was different. But the sight of her legs spread wide in an M-shape sent a shiver down Ayaka's spine. She desperately wanted to return to her normal position, but after those thirty minutes of sucking, she couldn't do what she thought would be easy. Now, what terrified her even more was the pleasure of seeing her breasts bulge out of her black panties as two black men spread her legs in front of the cameras. "Ah! Please!" she pleaded, but the two black men had already begun to grope her breasts from both sides. "Oh..." Her upper body swayed, exhibiting an embarrassing reaction as her nipples hardened and turned red. Due to the long flight and the intense physical and mental demands, the tension and resistance in Ayaka's body had vanished without a trace. Of course, this was due to the exceptional skill of the two black men! Ayaka's physical and mental fatigue had been replaced by waves of sexual desire. One of them held her erect nipple in his full lips, while the other licked the tip with his tongue. "Mmm... Oh..." Ayaka moaned, propping herself up as two black hands slid down her spread legs from the inside, meeting on her black stockings. "Ah... Oh... Mmm..." Although it was still caressing, the feeling was strange. She wanted to fight back with the last of her strength, but she couldn't muster any. She couldn't believe it herself; she didn't dislike sex at all, and could even enjoy it. But now, four hands, twenty fingers, two tongues, two lips, and two penises were indeed pleasing her body, making her perform exciting actions that no one else could. Besides being drenched in sweat, what was even more irritating was the sticky, lustful fluid constantly flowing from her black panties, clinging to her inner thighs. Responding to caresses was normal, but for a flight attendant with high self-esteem, being filmed was worse than death. The two men's fingers continued to rub against her inner opening through the thin silk of her black panties, causing spasms of pleasure deep within her previously open legs. "Ah… Oh…" With each moan, her nectar gushed forth. After sucking her breasts, the two thick lips moved to her neck and ears, gently biting them. Ayaka's body and mind were completely intoxicated by their tongues. From head to toe, she was completely open from the sensual stimulation. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, one hand gently lifting Ayaka's D-cup breast. "Gah!" The intense pleasure caused Ayaka to moan repeatedly. The next instant, a black finger slowly moved to her black panties, searching for the entrance to her vulva. The intense pleasure emanating from her legs quickly spread throughout her body. "Oh..." The black finger seemed to have found its way in, slowly inserting itself. "Mmm..." When one of their lips pressed against hers, Ayaka pressed her own beautifully shaped lips against it. Although she was very concerned that her ecstatic state was being captured on camera, at this moment, it seemed she had no other choice. No, that was just an excuse; in fact, Ayaka's burgeoning desire had already controlled her lips, as she had actively intertwined her tongue with the one offered to her mouth. "Ah... Ah..." Even a sound of desire, which she herself found repulsive, escaped her throat. Breathing and entwining with the black man's tongue at the same time, the sensation was so sweet! And she would willingly endure any length of this kiss. What was startling wasn't just the kiss itself, but also the overwhelming pleasure emanating from her breasts, her labia, and the sensations spreading throughout her body. Nine, a hand began to pull down her black panties. But not completely; they dangled halfway between her two white thighs, the already damp panties looking even more unsightly. "Hoo…" Her beautiful face flushed crimson. The pink cleft deep within her thighs was now even more clearly captured by the camera. The intense shame mixed with fervent sensuality made her even more alluring. Just a finger touching the sides of the entrance was enough to cause the fluid deep within her labia to flow continuously.

He pressed down with two more fingers, and the sticky white fluid inside the opening already soaked her vagina.
The internal desire, coupled with the light, amplified her sensual urges.
At the entrance, glistening with vaginal fluid, the tip of his penis pressed against her.
Mixed with despair and anticipation, Ayaka groaned again:
"Oh… Oh…"
While kissing one man, Ayaka felt another man's penetration, and she cried out with animalistic sounds due to intense excitement.
In an instant, everything went dark. In the near future, she would be the wife of Yutaka, the president of Taipei Airlines.
"I was raped,"
she could say, but she probably wouldn't be forgiven! Because her current performance had already surpassed her performance when she was having sex with Yutaka.
Although her mind clearly wanted to control herself, her body couldn't help but experience waves of desire.
On Ayaka's left side, another man hugged her from behind, holding her breasts and kissing her earlobe.
Even that was enough to fill Ayaka with a sensual frenzy, because he had already kissed her entire body with his tongue.
(How could it be so intoxicating?)
she thought to herself as she opened her mouth to welcome the black man's tongue.
The fiery kisses fueled her desire.
(Just a little more, just a little more!)
she told herself.
"Oh..."
Ayaka kept sucking on the saliva-covered tongue.
When the two tongues were tightly joined, the unprecedented sweetness was released again and again in Ayaka's throat.
Of course, she had done oral sex before, but that was just to please men. Of course, she would feel excited, but not to the point of making a sound.
It must be the reaction from the movement of the penis inside her.
One penis inside her, and another inside her... Only a genius could have such a skill! Ordinary people could never do it.
Moreover, the movement in and out of her mouth was a disgraceful act for Ayaka.
"Mmm... mmm..."
She knew that her posture would be filmed, but her mouth moved unconsciously.
"Ah..."
With a loud groan, Ayaka felt a strong spasm in her lower abdomen.
Thick, sticky juice gushed from inside her labia, all white and viscous.
"Ah... Ah..."
Ayaka shook her hips violently, already immersed in sensuality, the symbolic hat of an international flight attendant long forgotten.
She was experiencing an unprecedented orgasm.
Naturally, the penis in Ayaka's mouth also responded.
But suddenly, both penises were pulled out simultaneously at the crucial moment.
"Ah... Oh..."
The waiting time made Ayaka restless, reigniting her desire.
But the insertion of different men brought a sense of novelty.
Ayaka's body experienced fresh pleasure from different men.
It seemed like only a short time had passed before she felt another orgasm approaching.
"Ah!"
"Oh!"
"Ha!"
Sweating profusely, she sucked the penis all the way down her throat.
But just before reaching climax, the man pulled his penis out again.
"No, no!"
Amidst Ayaka's protests, the two changed positions again.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
In the midst of anxious waiting, Ayaka's sensuality became even more acute.
She almost wanted to beg them to hurry up and continue.
When they entered again, Ayaka quickly used her hips, trying to reach orgasm in a short time.
But this time, she couldn't achieve it either.
"Oh! How annoying!"
After five or six rounds of torment, Ayaka finally cried.
The two continued to torment her.
Ayaka moaned through her tears, unable to distinguish whether the tears were for pleasure or anxiety.
Deep down, she desperately needed it, but she didn't know which one would enter at any moment. The feeling of waiting made her almost afraid to close her eyes.
But then she saw the two hurriedly get off the bed on either side of her and leave.
"Want to have sex, slave flight attendant!"
Hearing Yasunaga's voice, Ayaka opened her eyes and said,
"Yes, yes!" She
still hated Yasunaga in her mind.
But the burning desire in her body made her unable to judge.
"Okay, lift your ass up. A doggy-style position is most suitable for an arrogant slave flight attendant like you."
Yasunaga adjusted the camera tripod and came to Ayaka's side.
This despicable man is going to violate me from behind.
This is the only position I've never done with anyone!
(How can I let him...)
Although she clearly wanted to refuse, her body's will went against her thoughts, and she obediently lay on the bed, lifting her ass up.
Yasunaga's hand touched that elegant buttocks.
(No!)
But there was an even stronger expectation inside her body.
Yasunaga's penis plunged into Ayaka's burning entrance in one go.
"Oh..."
A trembling of shame and pleasure made Ayaka cry.
At the same time, Yasunaga also cried out, because he also felt the beastly pleasure of intercourse coming from the tip of his white buttocks.
Enveloped by a woman's burning desire, Yasunaga's lust was unleashed, and he was lost in wave after wave of climax. The straps of her white silk petticoat slowly slid down from Yutaka's hands. Ayaka
, her long hair tied behind her ears, looked directly at Yutaka, her meticulously made-up face a sight one could never tire of. Ayaka was full of confidence; there was no girlish shyness in her eyes. Seeing the admiring look in Yutaka's eyes as she gazed at her, Ayaka's heart was already damp with victory and joy… This was a room in Shinagawa's most luxurious hotel. Although the lighting was dim, it was enough to see each other's bodies. Yutaka, facing the bed, untied the straps of her petticoat. The silk petticoat slid slowly down Ayaka's porcelain-like figure. Her 93cm D-cup breasts were not just large, but also beautifully accentuated her curves. So the straps always slipped down to her wrists and wouldn't fall down. Ayaka could see her nipples through the lace and couldn't help but scream.

Her nipples, already engorged and erect from the caresses of the silk, were incredibly full from every angle, almost vertical.
After that night of passion, it was impossible for Ayaka's body to cool down.
The reason was clear: the "nightmare" of three days ago. Even if her body had calmed down, the mental trauma wasn't so easily erased.
No, looking back now, it might really have been a dream, because it was completely detached from reality.
But the memories of the humiliation and pleasure of intercourse were deeply imprinted in her mind.
She couldn't say anything to Yutaka—no, it was more like she wanted to forget quickly, so she hoped for Yutaka's hands to caress her.
Of course, it would be better to tell him everything, not because she was afraid he would lose her if he knew, but because she thought it would hurt him! But he would never abandon her.
This thought pained Ayaka deeply.
Tonight, too, the moment they met, she hoped he would immediately hold her and lie down on the bed, even in a third-rate hotel.
But Yutaka would never be so rude. He always respected Ayaka, the international flight attendant, as was his usual practice.
As the second-generation heir of Taipei Airlines, he figured Ayaka would tolerate even a little violence from him! Perhaps it was this very attitude of Yutaka that attracted Ayaka!
Yutaka trembled as he pulled his petticoat down to his waist and knelt down.
It was a habit between the two of them. At first, Ayaka was startled; it was truly offensive for her company president to kneel before her.
But since Yutaka liked it, she had no choice but to obey, while inwardly she didn't care that a man of high social standing was kneeling before her because of her beauty.
"I used to think there was no one more beautiful than you, but now I know that was a misconception."
After Yutaka took the bra strap off his ankles, seeing Ayaka wearing only three-inch red high heels, black stockings, and beige underwear, his voice trembled.
"You're more beautiful tonight than ever before. No, more accurately, you're both beautiful and sexy, a goddess and a devil at the same time,"
he said in a rapturous, tragic tone.
Ayaka felt a sweet, painful tremor run through her, a pain that went deep into her heart. It wasn't just empty praise, but it sounded incredibly painful.
In fact, she was different tonight than usual. Besides the angle of her nipples, her panties were made of a lot of lace, making the lines even more beautiful.
When Yutaka saw her, in addition to her breasts expanding, her lower body also felt a little tense.
"Let me kiss your feet."
Yutaka couldn't wait to take off Ayaka's red high heels and kiss her.
Ayaka trembled all over. No one knew how long she had been waiting for this moment.
From her ankles, knees, down to her thighs, and then to her face, which was getting hotter, Yutaka rubbed her cheeks and kissed her with an almost crying voice until he reached the edge of her stockings and then her delicate skin.
Finally, the kiss reached the softest spots on both sides, at the center of the beige panties.
The high-waisted beige panties further emphasized her slender figure.
Her rounded figure looked even more alluring than usual, and Ayaka usually liked to wear high-waisted panties, which made her waist look even more slender.
Because she knew how sexy and charming she looked when she wore such high-waisted panties.
More accurately, she deliberately wore these super high-waisted panties to let the kneeling Yutaka see the center of her most prized panties.
Whether this intention was successful or not is unknown, but seeing Yutaka looking at that protruding point on her thigh with tears in her eyes, one can tell.
Seeing Yutaka's lips slowly approach, Ayaka brought her legs together, pushing out her tempting, thick nipples.
The kiss between lips, through the high heels, stockings, and high-waisted panties, even standing, exuded a seductive atmosphere.
The young president of Taipei Airlines was now kneeling before her, his body pressed against her irritating vulva, offering himself completely. In that instant, her beautiful body had completely conquered the president of a large company.
Therefore, when Yuka pressed her lips to Yuka's thick, hairy labia, the resulting semen did not cause Ayaka much dissatisfaction.
Ayaka licked the penis with her tongue, making it grow larger.
This time, Ayaka knelt at Yuka's feet, who was wearing pajamas, her buttocks, placed on high heels, boldly exposing more than two-thirds of her skin, while the center of her high-waisted panties, tightly pressed against her buttocks, was already soaked.
The penis, already ejaculated, slowly regained its vigor in Ayaka's mouth.
Ayaka usually disliked oral sex, but tonight, incredibly, she didn't find it distasteful at all.
On the contrary, it gave Ayaka a feeling of passion burning throughout her body.
In fact, when her lips pressed down and began to suck, the pleasure rising in her mouth made Ayaka unconsciously moan.
Up until now, she had never experienced the pleasure of oral sex, not even once… Just once, in a nightmare three days ago, when those two huge black men touched her labia with their mouths, Ayaka could feel it even in her hand holding their penis.
Why should she reject that pleasure? If something so good is happening, she should start sooner rather than later.
Ayaka focused intently on licking the man's genitals, from the base to the glans, with utmost concentration.
Finally, Ayaka lay across the bed, and Yutaka, kneeling beside her, began to remove the black stockings from her beautiful legs.
When only her underwear remained, Yutaka leaned down and kissed the insteps of Ayaka's feet.
Ayaka felt a surge of tension in her upper body, gripping the sheets tightly. Yutaka's lips and tongue began sucking on her toes, one by one, each suck amplifying her arousal.
Yutaka kissed upwards along her parted legs, all the way to her thighs.
Ayaka gripped her high-waisted panties with both hands, not to prevent her labia from spilling out, but to accentuate the shape of her buttocks.
In fact, Yutaka, having placed his feet on her noble, cold thighs and seen her buttocks encased in panties, and the rounded mounds within, already felt slightly dizzy.
If he hadn't already done it once, he probably would have already bent down to feast on her nectar.
The rounded buttocks and beautiful feet on those thighs had an expression as cold as pottery, that coldness further stimulating Yutaka's nerves and igniting a burning desire.
When he pressed his lips to those full, round buttocks, touching the moist, inverted triangle of her body, the fervor had already numbed his senses.
After kissing her back for a while, Yutaka moved his tongue to her neck and behind her ears, finally letting his hair down, burying his face in her hair, and then pulling down his high-waisted panties.
Her panties, soaked with love juice, were only half pulled down. He then pulled Ayaka into his arms with his left hand and entered her from behind.
The burning penis, combined with Ayaka's hot, sticky fluid, brought an indescribable feeling of pleasure, making Yutaka feel as if her lower body was melting.
But with the increasing frequency of his thrusts, the pleasure only intensified.
With each thrust, a joyful sensation filled her entire body, like a fish in water. Yutaka caressed Ayaka's unguarded waist and then reached under her armpits to kiss her breasts.
"Oh..." Ayaka's moans mingled with the man's penis thrusting in simultaneously.
When the man's penis touched her cervix, it was like an eggshell breaking; in an instant, desire and pleasure scattered.
Looking back, since that nightmare, there had never been a moment of stillness; sometimes she would use her fingers to ignite that burning desire, making it even more intense.
If a woman had never experienced such a sweet sexual experience, sex would be merely a means to an end, or just an embellishment in life.
But the pleasure of experiencing five orgasms like a man could give her was indescribable.
Yuka stood on her left leg, holding her breasts with her right hand, her left leg stretched out to allow the penis to penetrate.
This angle made Ayaka feel incredibly ashamed, yet the moment the penis slammed into her pink, honeyed hole, she was filled with excitement.
When her nipples and the area behind her ears were sucked simultaneously, Ayaka couldn't help but cry out.
"You're amazing tonight." "
Yutaka said in a moved voice. Ayaka frowned slightly. It was true, but she was unwilling to admit that she was a lustful woman.
"Is it comfortable?"
"Do you feel anything?"
People who ask such questions are incredibly stupid.
"I'm so glad you're so excited. I really want to stay inside you like this!"
Yutaka said as she rubbed the tip of her penis deep inside her uterus.
In that instant, Ayaka's body and mind had already become one.
When the man's semen came out, she also tightened her vagina and cried out like a wild beast.
Ayaka buried her face in the pillow and sobbed. Her underwear had long been taken off, and she lay naked on the bed, her face down with her legs spread wide, from her waist to her white buttocks, Yutaka's penis still wandering everywhere.
Although it was not a standard doggy style, this was the first time she was truly allowed to be from behind.
Although there was a little humiliation, it had long since disappeared under the burning desire. Only the doggy style where she was on all fours could not be forgotten.
In fact, simply making love in the most luxurious hotel, giving one's body to the man one loves, is already an unparalleled pleasure.
When Yutaka lifted her thighs, Ayaka offered no resistance, appearing completely submissive, her legs draped around Yutaka's waist.
It was a modified rear-entry position, her lower abdomen completely off the bed, supported only by the penis, thrusting repeatedly. Ayaka cried out at the reaction her body was eliciting.
In that instant, honey-like fluid gushed from deep within her womb.
"Yutaka, can I be your wife?"
Overwhelmed by the sweetness, Ayaka asked, gazing at the ceiling.
"What are you saying? Only you can be my wife!"
"But I'm not worthy!" "
Unlike you! I love everything about you. You're not only beautiful, but also intelligent, and you have high standards for yourself!"
Ayaka frowned slightly. Of course, she was quite confident in herself and never doubted her position as the president's wife, but because of that nightmare, she was a little worried.
But seeing Yuka's genuine emotions, she decided it was better not to say anything and kept it hidden.
She didn't want to hurt him, and she was eager to marry him; if she could, her life would have hope.
"You don't hate me anymore, do you?"
"No..."
Ayaka watched him press his lips to hers.
"No, I like you, just like now!"
Then, suddenly, he grasped his penis and pressed his lips to hers. With a groan as his penis slowly hardened, Ayaka herself reached orgasm, and they both came simultaneously.
Ayaka faced the mirror, gathered her hair, and put on a hat. From her dark blue uniform, we could tell she was a bright and lovely international flight attendant.
When she straightened her posture, her beauty was undeniable. Today, she was preparing to serve on a flight to San Francisco.
Today, many male passengers would probably cast lustful and admiring glances at her!
But as Ayaka stared blankly at herself in the mirror, she suddenly became unhappy. Someone had barged in.
"What's wrong!" "How are you feeling today?"
Ayaka, shamelessly, put her hand on her shoulder as she approached from behind.
"What is it?"
"Don't be so condescending. I brought you a gift."
Ayaka pulled several photos from her jacket pocket. She was shocked when she saw them.
The photos showed two black men kissing her anus and mouth.
"We filmed it all clearly."
Ayaka glared at him, thinking she had to dig out some secrets about this short man.
When she regained consciousness, she found Ayaka's hand inside her dark blue uniform from behind, rubbing her breasts.
"Wow! What are you doing?"
She grabbed Ayaka's hand.
"Let go of me! Do you want the company to see these photos?"
Ayaka had no choice but to obediently lower her hand. In this nightmare, Ayaka was in the master's position.
"You better behave!"
Without asking any questions, Ayaka ruthlessly fondled her breasts and then pulled up her miniskirt.
Ayaka instinctively tried to pull down her skirt.
"Didn't I tell you to behave?"
Ayaka bit her lip, giving up the resistance, but as her skirt was lifted, she involuntarily pressed her thighs, encased in black stockings, closer together.
The black stockings clung tightly to the center of her wet thighs, and Yasunaga seemed to take it for granted, rubbing that area with his hand.
Ayaka clenched her hands angrily and frowned.
"You forgot to greet me, slave flight attendant!"
Yasunaga became quite arrogant, rubbing her vulva and breasts with his fingers.
Ayaka knelt down, remembering those unpleasant experiences from the past.
She held back her cries, her hands on the ground.
"Good... good morning, Master, I am a sex slave flight attendant, nice to meet you!"
she said in a trembling voice, looking down with her long, elegant eyelashes.
"Have you forgotten the service you're supposed to provide?"
She immediately looked at Yasunaga, then quickly looked down again.
Beneath her deep blue miniskirt, her legs revealed a healthy and sensual beauty.
Yasunaga looked back and forth between Ayaka's face and the inside of her miniskirt.
"Yes, that's it. This is how it should be in front of the master." "
Yes, yes!"
Yasunaga stepped on her spread thighs.
"Ah! Yes, master!"
Her toes trembled as she uttered those words.
"According to the recent exam, you belong to the sow slave rank. As mentioned before, slaves are divided into four ranks, from top to bottom: female slaves, female dog slaves, mare slaves, and sow slaves. To indicate their rank, they wear white, red, green, and black pendants around their necks. If someone wears a gold pendant, then he is the master."
Yasunaga revealed his chain.
"And your pendant is black. You must be absolutely obedient not only to your master but also to those slaves above you. If it is discovered that you have disobeyed orders, your videotapes will be circulated everywhere."
Saying this, Yasunaga tied the black pendant around Ayaka's neck.
Part Two:
After completing the boarding check, Ayaka looked towards the passenger seats.
Today, Ayaka was serving in first class.
"Have you finished the check?"
Two flight attendants in the same cabin were smoking.
"What are you doing?"
"You saw it, don't you know?"
The one who spoke was the short, dark-skinned Miss Wang Yuri.
Smoking was already outrageous, but to speak with that attitude now left Ayaka speechless. Even though they were both flight attendants, there was still a hierarchy after graduation.
If it were only a year or two behind, it wouldn't be so bad, but Ms. Wang Yuri was four years behind her. Logically, she should have treated the senior with respect.
"You've finished the check, haven't you?"
Ayaka looked at the two sternly, her face clearly indicating she wouldn't allow them to slack off.
"If you're not comfortable with that, you can check it yourself!"
The one who answered coldly was Oku Reiko, two years behind her. She was a slender, fair-skinned beauty.
"What kind of attitude is that?"
Ayaka calmly replied.
"You're so slow! As the first mate, you didn't even see that?"
Wang Yuri said, smoking.
Ayaka suddenly couldn't speak. There was a red bandage on Oku Reiko's neck, while Reiko had a green one.
"Could you take off your triangular scarf so we can see it too?"
Wang Yuli suddenly removed the triangular scarf from Ayaka's neck, and Ayaka reflexively tried to block her hand.
"Ah! It's black, it's a pig slave!"
"Aren't you going to bow yet?"
Ayaka suddenly felt her face turn red; it was the first time she had been subjected to violence by someone of the same sex, and she felt extremely humiliated.
Ayaka unconsciously knelt down.
"Were you attacked too? What kind of group is that?"
Because of the shared sense of being a victim, she looked at the two of them with pleading eyes.
"Stop arguing, bow now!"
Yuli looked at her with a very disgusted expression, pressing her heel against Ayaka's shoulder.
Seeing the two of them showing no mercy, Ayaka couldn't help but bow.
She had to submit to Yasunaga's orders, but because they were both women, both flight attendants, and both her juniors, she felt particularly humiliated.
This was utterly unreasonable. She had never done anything to bully these two, yet now she was being humiliated like this.
"Can't you bow?"
Reiko pointed at her.
"If you don't do it properly, I'm going to report to the master."
Hearing Reiko say this, Ayaka's face changed drastically.
"Please don't!"
"Why is your voice so soft?"
Wang Yuri pressed one foot against her head.
Ayaka groaned as her forehead was pressed to the ground .
"Then, bow properly!"
The heel pressed mercilessly against her forehead.
She suppressed her sobs.
"Masters, I am a pig slave. Please guide me throughout the day."
"Lift your head."
Ayaka raised her face, contorted with humiliation.
"Your panties are about to be seen."
Ayaka frantically adjusted her miniskirt to cover her thighs.
Suddenly, another beating.
"I didn't tell you to hide them!" Feeling
a slight numbness in her face, Ayaka quietly removed her hand.
After being slapped two or three more times, Ayaka felt nothing more, her gorgeous legs clad in black stockings fully exposed.
"Stop pretending to be a lady, spread your legs."
After her knees were mercilessly kicked away, Ayaka groaned as she spread her legs.
"One more time."
She bowed repeatedly in humiliation.
"Who are you bowing to?"
"I'm bowing to Wang Yuri and Miss Okureiko..."
"Idiot, you have to do it one at a time."
Wang Yuri kicked again with her black heel; although she was petite, her breasts and buttocks were quite full.
"Stand up."
Ayaka stood up, feeling humiliated.
"Take off your uniform!" "
But..."
"Stop talking nonsense! As a slave, do you expect to wear a uniform and sit on equal footing with us?"
The passengers were about to board.
Having no other choice, Ayaka began to take off her coat, then her top, skirt, and pantyhose.
Seeing Ayaka wearing only a black bra, panties, and high heels, Yuri and Reiko were suddenly stunned.
They were captivated by that figure.
It wasn't just a voluptuous sensuality, but a balanced beauty throughout. It
was undeniably alluring to men, and even to the most stern women, it was an unchanging truth.
"I told you to take it all off!"
Ayaka reluctantly removed her bra, and finally her panties.
Standing in front of the flight attendants behind her, wearing only high heels, filled her with shame.
"Put your hands on your head."
Ayaka reluctantly moved her hands, which had been covering her genitals, upwards. "
Hmph! She really is the kind of person who's repulsive to look at!" Wang
Yuli touched Ayaka's pubic hair.
Ayaka involuntarily twisted her waist.
"Don't be so indulgent, you're just a pig slave."
She plucked a few more pubic hairs, causing Ayaka to cry out in pain.
"When we were newbies, you really made us suffer a lot!"
Ayaka remembered that she had helped Wang Yuli a lot during her first flight and had told her to be more careful, but those were things a veteran flight attendant should do.
"I didn't mean that!"
"Shut up!" "
Reiko, quickly take those out."
Reiko took a glass bottle from the cabinet.
"Open your legs!"
The two women smeared the thin, brownish-white fluid on Ayaka's breasts and inner thighs.
"What are you doing?"
"Let us teach you! I was once smeared with a drop, and I ended up playing with a man all night until the next morning, and for three days in a row my body felt hot."
As she spoke, Yuri smeared it all over Ayaka's body, finally applying it to her vaginal opening.
"Hmm! Time's almost up, put your clothes on!"
Of course, they wouldn't let her wipe it off. Ayaka picked up her clothes and started to put them on.
"Wait, these are your shoes."
The shoes Yuri took out were extremely high heels. In the past, Taipei Airlines required its flight attendants to wear higher heels than other airlines, but shoes this high were still uncommon.
Ayaka frowned as she put the shoes on. They were incredibly tight, probably two sizes too small, and had sharp points on her big toe and little toe, and even protrusions on the soles. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"We'll let you take them off when we get back to Japan,"
Yuri said, fastening the shoes.
"You'll wear this skirt."
It was a super mini-skirt the same color as her uniform, but the top had four large flared flares.
"This will violate the rules." "
Aren't you going to be the president's wife someday? Nobody will dare say anything."
Actually, Ayaka was more worried about the skirt.
Only a small part of her buttocks was covered; the rest was completely exposed.
"It's perfect for someone with such beautiful thighs."
"But I can't do anything like this."
Although she said that, they absolutely wouldn't listen.
Ayaka
tried several times to straighten the skirt to cover herself.
Passengers entering first class and other cabins swarmed around her miniskirt like flies.
For an airline hoping to boost sales with miniskirts, the expectations of male passengers were naturally quite high.
Most of these passengers were overwhelmed by Ayaka's incredibly short miniskirt.
Of course, you can see plenty of women in miniskirts in Roppongi at night, but it's a different story when an international flight attendant wears one.
There are quite a few long-legged flight attendants at Hokkaido Airlines, but none have legs as beautiful as Ayaka's.
It's not just because half her height is in her legs; the curves of her feet are also remarkably proportionate.
That look is more provocative than a completely naked woman.
While miniskirts are usually only about ten centimeters below the buttocks, Ayaka's skirt today was only three centimeters below.
Therefore, from behind, the area she least wanted to be seen was completely exposed.
When she had to bend over to hand food to the guests from the food cart, her round buttocks and even her black underwear were inevitably exposed.
But what bothered Ayaka more than the shame was the burning itch all over her body.
To be more precise, it was the areas smeared with liquid, such as her breasts, vulva, and mouth.
If no one was watching, she really wanted to take off her clothes, rub her breasts, and rub her labia!
In addition, the six-inch high heels were also causing her great pain.
And she couldn't show any pain on her face; she had to force a smile and continue serving.
"Excuse me, ma'am!"
After finishing serving the food, a guest from the central area suddenly called Ayaka. Of the thirty-two seats in first class that day, twenty-five were occupied by city councilors from X City.
"Did you call me?"
Ayaka walked forward in her high heels.
"Excuse me, could you help me with that bag?"
The customer's bald head was flushed from drinking, and he looked up at Ayaka with bloodshot eyes.
"Yes, is this the bag?"
Ayaka opened the box and took out the black bag inside.
Although her uniform wasn't a one-piece dress, when she lifted her upper body, the skirt would roll up a few centimeters.
The bald customer and the horse-faced man next to him certainly wouldn't miss this opportunity.
The horse-faced man stretched his head to look at her lower body, while the bald man reached out his hairy hand to grab her firm thigh.
"Ah! Customer..."
Ayaka put the bag down, somewhat taken aback, but still looked at the bald man sternly.
"Please don't play pranks!"
She had some experience with customers touching her before, but openly touching her thigh was still embarrassing, since usually it was just touching her buttocks.
The passengers nearby were also watching intently, and of course, many were just there for the spectacle.
"A prank? We were just trying to help you because you were swaying!"
the bald man brazenly shouted, startling Ayaka.
"Sorry, I made a mistake, but I'm used to it. I can carry it without your help," she
forced a smile. "
Oh! What a kind gesture, misunderstood!"
Ayaka quickly handed the bag to the bald man.
"Sorry!"
Fourthly,
Japanese people often become quite unrestrained when acting collectively, but at this moment, no one dared to object to Ayaka's decisive attitude.
"Where are we going?"
After selling the duty-free goods and while a movie was playing, Yuri called out to Ayaka, who was about to go to the restroom.
"How can you just go to the restroom like that? You wouldn't be so eager to masturbate because a customer touched you, would you?"
"..."
Ayaka was speechless, as if she'd been seen through.
"No, no!" "
Stop pretending, the customer is calling again, hurry up!"
Seeing the red light on the customer service counter, Ayaka had no choice but to go.
But a muffled sound came from deep in her throat; just as Yuri had said, being touched by the customer had already made her body a little restless.
The other person must be a lecherous man; normally, being touched would only give her goosebumps, but this time seemed different.
If no one were around, she really wanted to grab her breasts and reach down.
"Was that you calling me, sir?"
A blond man sat by the window at the very back of the first-class cabin.
"Please sit here."
The man, about thirty-five years old, with red chest hair, pointed to the seat.
"What can I do for you?"
Ayaka asked in fluent English.
"Your legs under your miniskirt are so beautiful, I couldn't resist!"
Ayaka frowned.
"We don't offer that service!"
she said coldly. The man looked like an athletic type and had a dignified appearance, but his words disappointed Ayaka greatly; he was utterly shameless.
But the man seemed unconcerned.
"You have an obligation to satisfy me."
He then took out the dagger around his neck to show her.
Fortunately, only the left-hand seat was available in the tenth row, and the city council members in front didn't understand English.
"Master, I am a pig slave, nice to meet you."
"My name is Jack." " Your greeting isn't enough for me. You seem to have forgotten something important."
Ayaka moved closer to Jack and lifted her skirt to curtsy, then sat down beside him as he had instructed.
"What beautiful legs!"
Jack lifted her skirt again with his hairy hands.
(Ah!)
Ayaka suppressed the sound that was about to escape her lips. The sweet sensation surged again as her thighs were caressed, and this time it was even more intense.
The way he touched her was different from the bald man's earlier touch; it was a gentle touch, a way that could please a woman.
"Master, please don't do this here."
"Are you ordering me around? You only have the right to do what I say!"
Jack hugged her and kissed her ear, not in a violent way, but by breathing softly on her earlobe and licking it with his tongue.
Although it was a gentle touch, it was very clingy.
Ayaka suddenly frowned, revealing a very blissful expression. Jack's technique was too good.
Jack's tongue then slipped into the entrance of her ear, and her throat, mouth, entire body, and even the tip of her tongue felt as if they were engulfed in flames, an intense sensation.
The caresses that had initially felt humiliating had somehow begun to itch.
"Open your legs!"
Though hesitant, she couldn't disobey her master's command and had to open her legs. His hand reached to the clitoris and began to stroke.
An unprecedentedly intense sensation washed over her as his fingers began to caress the upper part of her vulva, and Ayaka couldn't help but cry out.
"You're so wet, no wonder you're a slave flight attendant."
Seeing that reaction, Jack quickened his pace.
Wow! Finally, almost crying out, Ayaka sank into the mire of sensual pleasure.
"Where can we be alone?"
Ayaka couldn't wait for those words.
"There's a lounge for first-class passengers."
Ayaka obeyed and lay down on the bed, wrapping her arms around Jack's head.
Jack embraced the body he had long awaited, grasping her breasts and unhesitatingly lifting her mini-skirt.
"Wow!" A sound escaped her hot throat again. She couldn't believe she was acting like a lover with a customer she had just met.
Perhaps because he was a foreigner and unaware of her background, she could play with him.
Jack held Ayaka's tongue tightly in his mouth, probing her lips with his tongue.
After removing her uniform, she indeed had a beautiful D-cup, and his beast-like tongue probed down to her genitals.
"Now, let me do it!"
Ayaka made the kneeling Jack stand up and began sucking his penis, as if trying to draw it out; her mouth was full of semen.
Jack
pulled up his pants and walked out of the lounge satisfied.
Ayaka also quietly got up, straightening her disheveled uniform, when she suddenly noticed someone entering.
"What are you doing here? A customer is calling!" Yuri
patted her cheek and led her out.
As they left the guest room, a bald man in a brown suit walked towards them. It was the same guy who had just casually touched Ayaka's foot, and he was followed by several city councilors.
"We're so sleepy."
"This way, please."
Ayaka returned to the lounge.
After opening the window to let the bald man in, Ayaka went in as well, followed by the three men. The shortest of the three quickly pulled the window shut.
"The rest of you guests, please go sleep somewhere else!"
Ayaka urged the three men, but they didn't move and surrounded her.
"What's wrong?"
Ayaka felt the atmosphere was a little scary, but she still glanced at the men.
"Serve us all too! Like that foreigner!"
The bald man said, grabbing his miniskirt and rolling it up.
This instantly aroused the men's lust.
"What are you doing?"
"Take your filthy hands off me!"
The short man grabbed her from behind, his grip so strong that Ayaka could hardly breathe.
"This is Mayor Mukai Mitsukichiro, the nephew of the current Minister of Transport. How could you do this to him? It's unforgivable!"
Standing in front of Ayaka was a tall man with dark glasses, the youngest of the three and not at all like a country bumpkin.
"If you want to apologize, do it now!" "
Why should I apologize? You did something you shouldn't have..."
Normally, she could handle them better, but having just had her thigh touched, she had lost some self-control.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have given those who bullied others a hard time.
"You can serve those foreign devils, why can't you serve us? Are you trying to treat us like country bumpkins?"
"No! But this is so ungentlemanly!"
"What did you say?
" "Then we can tell your company about you and that foreign devil, okay?"
"..."
"Then please!" "Anyway, there's no evidence!"
"You'll really regret this!" "
It's okay, take your filthy hands off me!"
Saying this, she removed the man's hand and straightened her disheveled clothes.
As Ayaka straightened her clothes, she noticed a gold pendant hanging from the man with long sideburns, thinking that it couldn't be a coincidence that someone wore such a pendant.
"Listen again, it's okay if we report it."
"Ah! Please don't do that." "
Right? You're a pretty good flight attendant, if you think about the pros and cons carefully, you should understand."
As he spoke, the one with sideburns groped her without any restraint.
She resisted the urge to hit them, but grabbed their groping hands.
"What are you trying to do? Do you look like you're reflecting on your actions?"
Ayaka quickly let go, and the other three gradually revealed their lustful expressions.
The one with sideburns pulled up her skirt again, touching the things deep inside her panties.
"Ah!" "
Looks like you're starting to understand your situation!"
Riku and
Mukai put their hands on her neck and pulled down her panties. At this moment, Ayaka felt no shame or fear, but rather a sense of anticipation, and her body suddenly became hot.
Then she was pushed onto the bed by the horse-faced man and the mustachioed man, and the horse-faced man lay down on her, leaning his back against the wall and putting his mouth to her ear, while the mustachioed man was sucking on her breasts.
Both men placed their hands on her feet, approaching her at an unpleasant angle.
Deep within her naked thighs, her wet, flower-like lips, covered by dark hair, were revealed.
Warm fluid flowed from the depths of those narrow lips.
Ayaka was enveloped in pleasure, her high-heeled feet slightly bent.
Ayaka felt her current position was utterly repulsive, but it also indicated that her desire had reached a very high level.
Being watched by four men only intensified her continuous ejaculation.
Mukai, his face pressed against her lips, let out a moan-like sound, desperately sucking at her glistening lips.
Mukai began sucking from below, then around, his tongue sliding towards the pink entrance.
"Oh! Oh…"
His tongue teased the inner petals, drawing them out. Ayaka's desire was now saturated.
The tip of his tongue then attacked the most sensitive depths.
"Ugh!" "Ah..."
Her whole body was driven to the peak of lust.
"Gentlemen, hurry up and launch the sandwich attack!"
Urged on by the man with sideburns, Mukai quickly pulled down his pants and thrust his erect glans into Ayaka's unsuspecting little hole.
When the hot tip pierced in, Ayaka's mind went blank due to the intense anticipation and lust.
As it was penetrated, her burning body reacted strongly.
The deeper the penis went, the more fragrant the sensation became.
"Ah! Ah! Ah..."
She could no longer control her cries.
Ayaka's hand instinctively reached for the man with sideburns' hand.
"Ugh..."
She enveloped the penis with her lips, making a sound like a moan.
Her mouth also felt delicious at this moment.
Ayaka then pushed the penis deep into her throat.
The pent-up emotions made Ayaka's limbs tremble and her flower heart burn fiercely.
Oral sex is actually just foreplay to please men.
Sexual intercourse is inherently a way for a man to serve a woman, to dedicate his body, soul, reputation, and wealth.
Ayaka believed she possessed that value.
In fact, Ayaka had to admit she also enjoyed oral sex.
"How is it, sir? How does the flight attendant's vagina feel?"
The question from the man with the sideburns spurred Mukai to perform even more vigorously.
"The tightness is just right, and the sensation is like a burst faucet!"
As he spoke, her other leg was lifted.
With the change in angle, the tip of his penis finally reached her cervix, and Ayaka began to moan softly. Although overwhelmed by excitement, she didn't forget her technique.
"Sir, may I make her even tighter?" The man
with the sideburns removed his glans from Ayaka's mouth, moved it behind her, and pressed it against her anus.
Meanwhile, Mukai's glans plunged deeply into Ayaka's labia.
"Wow!"
Ayaka was suddenly pulled back to reality from her ecstasy.
"Now we're going to use force, it'll probably hurt!" "
The man with the sideburns said, inserting his fingers into Ayaka's vagina.
The impact was so great that Ayaka was momentarily stunned, but her pleasure was rekindled.
The two men attacked from both ends simultaneously.
At this point, it was impossible to tell whose penis it was.
Mukai was the first to cry out, his glans suddenly bursting open, thick fluid flowing from her vagina, and her uterus filled with hot semen.
"Ugh..."
Just as Ayaka's lust was about to burn out, the man with the mustache seemed to be chasing after her, spraying semen onto her face.
"Wow!" "
That's great!"
Ayaka abandoned her flight attendant's high standards and performed even more energetically.
Ayaka staggered towards the bathroom.
It was a room in a hotel in San Francisco.
The scene on the plane still lingered, but she still didn't feel satisfied. Although she had reached orgasm, those opponents were such unlikable people, so of course there was no satisfaction.
Seeing her own body as she undressed made it all clear. Her breasts were still firm, and her vulva, encased in high-waisted panties, was still warm.
Her head seemed a little flushed.
Her body was unusually energetic.
It wasn't that she wasn't tired at all, but rather that her heightened desire overshadowed her fatigue.
Her entire body was now filled with desire, which was evident in her eyes.
The strong scent emanating from her vulva was almost embarrassing for anyone to smell.
Once she touched herself, she couldn't stop herself, and it seemed that just touching herself wasn't enough to quell it; her desire only intensified.
Ayaka hurriedly left the mirror. If she looked any longer, things would only get worse. She decided to go for a walk after her shower.
As she put on her underwear, there was a knock at the door.
Opening it, she was greeted by a bouquet of roses, the person smiling slightly.
"Mr. Yutaka, what's wrong?"
"I wanted to give you these!"
Ayaka suddenly felt like crying. "
I really wanted to see you, so I made up some excuses to come."
"Anyway, I'm so happy, thank you!"
He offered his lips, and Ayaka closed her eyes to accept, a sudden fire igniting within her. She
frantically tried to pull her face away, but Yutaka wouldn't allow it.
(Want me!)
Yutaka's kiss was a rare, thirsty one, his tongue gradually penetrating her mouth.
A pleasurable sensation filled her mouth, and Ayaka let out a passionate cry. She
had never experienced oral pleasure like this before, her entire body fervently craving Yutaka's caresses.
Ayaka writhed intensely from her waist down to her buttocks, like a burning candle.
She desperately wanted Yutaka's hands to lift her skirt and caress her exposed buttocks.
Yutaka, of course, was quite pleased; as he lifted her skirt, he forcefully stroked her buttocks.
His tongue darted deep into her mouth, and Ayaka was momentarily lost in thought, unaware that her buttocks held so much sensuality!
Ayaka reflexively twisted her waist, while Yutaka's bulge, visible through his pants, was already impatiently waiting.
It seemed to have just brushed against the edge of her panties, and Yutaka pushed the front of his pants towards her two or three times, rubbing her from the bottom of her thigh with his right hand.
Because of this morning's nightmare, Ayaka wanted to stop, but Yutaka didn't stop there; he began to rub her areolas, very gently.
"Mmm... mmm..."
Ayaka let out a moan as he rubbed, while the bottom of her thighs was also being rubbed.
When his fingertips lightly touched her panties, a spark-like sensation traveled between her thighs.
Yutaka grabbed Ayaka's hand; his pants had been pulled down somehow.
At that moment, hot nectar seemed to gush from deep within her body, like molten lava.
"I want it!"
Ayaka cried out without hesitation.
Second,
even she was a little surprised. Although this man was her fiancé, she never expected him to do such a thing to her.
She abandoned her original pride as an international flight attendant and eagerly wanted this man.
"Oh..."
she cried out, frantically shaking her head to suck on his glans.
Who came up with oral sex?
If sexual intercourse was a divinely bestowed instinct for procreation, then oral sex was truly blasphemous.
That being said, it was incredibly pleasurable.
It wasn't just direct contact with the throat; even the palate, tongue, and the inside of the lips felt pleasurable.
She no longer pretended to be sophisticated. Until now, she would at least pretend with everyone she was with, after all, she was a beautiful woman and an international flight attendant, and she absolutely couldn't behave like those women who had no concept of chastity.
And now the other party was the young president of Taipei Airlines, her fiancé, so she had to be even more cautious.
But today was a little different.
And Yutaka seemed to like her behavior today as well.
Then Ayaka licked the inside of his glans with the tip of her tongue.
Honestly, she really didn't want his glans to leave her mouth!
"Ah! Oh..."
While sucking on his glans, she also played with his testicles with her hand. This time, it was Yutaka's turn to make sounds.
"Oh! Oh!"
Ayaka again took the entire glans into her mouth and tried to lick it with her tongue.
If this continued, who knows how many more lewd sounds she would make!
At that moment, the hot, pillar-like tip suddenly spurted out a gush of hot semen.
"
Oh! Oh!"
Ayaka made a crying sound, her body still soaked in pleasure, and sucked up and down two or three more times before stopping.
But Yutaka hadn't completely softened yet; the youthful lust made Ayaka even more excited.
Yutaka picked Ayaka up and carried her to the bathroom.
"My visit was truly worthwhile!"
she said, reaching for her beautifully shaped buttocks.
This feeling of bliss caused her vagina to gush with lustful fluid again.
"I love your scent!" "
Let's take a shower!"
After a kiss, they headed to the bathroom, her desire for sex seemingly intensifying.
She expected Yutaka to follow her in, but he didn't. When she came out wrapped in a towel, he was gone, but a note on the mirror read:
"Sorry, I don't have time. I'm going back now. I'll call you again tonight. Y.F."
Night
fell over the streets of San Francisco. Ayaka hurried along, knowing the way well from previous visits, but a little flustered because Yasunaga had called her out again.
When the phone rang, Ayaka had already taken sleeping pills and was trying to go to bed.
"This isn't your time to sleep! You pig slave, put on your flight uniform and come to the movie theater on the North Shore. You know what the consequences will be if you're late!"
The nightmare began again.
Now, she was likely to face humiliation and abuse. But the thought of having sex with whoever she might be next filled her with anticipation, making her body throb with excitement.
After passing Chinatown, they reached the North Shore, a famous and bustling nightlife district.
Several men approached her, mistaking her for a prostitute.
For a real flight attendant in uniform to be mistaken for one was incredibly hurtful, especially since it was the uniform Yuri and her colleagues had given her on the plane; it really did make her look like a prostitute.
And the men here seemed to pay more attention to her than the men on the plane.
Her feet were quite congested after the long journey, but the extremely high heels relentlessly tore at her, yet they were a lifesaver for Ayaka, who was caught in a web of lust and anxiety.
Ayaka
arrived at the designated movie theater.
Although she hesitated knowing they were showing an erotic film, she finally went in.
There weren't many customers, but Ayaka still carefully searched for Yasunaga.
Where was Yasunaga
anyway? She'd see first, then decide! She held onto the escalator, watching the screen.
The video showed a woman sucking on a black man's penis.
Ayaka had seen similar scenes in photos before, and they didn't find them interesting at all; she preferred something more romantic.
But tonight seemed different. When she saw that large, dark penis, her inner thighs felt wet.
She reflexively recalled the time she was first violated by Yasunaga, and she herself had been with two black men, so she knew how excited the actress on screen was.
Ayaka was quite satisfied with her current job, so she had never considered changing careers.
But now, for the first time, Ayaka envied someone else's profession: that of a porn star, and the kind who could actually have sex.
She could have sex as she pleased, with several men, all of whom were experts. The pleasure was something ordinary people could never achieve.
Ayaka unconsciously swallowed several times, hoping that Yasunaga would arrive soon.
"Ah!"
Ayaka suddenly felt a surge of joy in her hazy state.
It was as if her wish had come true; someone was gently stroking her buttocks from behind.
The man's hand cupped her buttocks, caressing them, and gradually moved downwards.
(Something seems off!)
If it were Yasunaga, his technique shouldn't be this advanced!
Ayaka, feeling blissful, looked behind her.
A black man she had never seen before was smiling at her, quite handsome.
"Who! Who are you?"
He didn't speak, but instead sealed her lips with his.
The black man's passionate kiss broke her lips, causing Ayaka to completely lose her will to resist.
Because the black man's touch wasn't violent but rather gentle, Ayaka didn't resist.
"I'll make you happy, sweetheart!"
he whispered sweetly, moving his hand forward while pulling open her uniform with his other.
"Ah! Ah!"
The black man licked her vigorously, making every cell in her brain feel like it was being turned inside out.
He then grabbed her breasts, squeezing them up, and rubbed the bottom of her thighs several times with his other hand, trying to extract her nectar.
Unable to wait any longer, the black man's tongue licked her other earlobe. Ayaka twisted her upper body and licked the black man with her own tongue.
Their lips met, their tongues intertwining and swirling, making sounds like a wild beast.
An international flight attendant was having sex with a stranger in a pornographic movie theater.
"Ah! Darling!"
"Sweetheart, can you suck my glans?"
Ayaka suddenly felt like crying; it was the excitement before oral sex.
Lu,
she abandoned her pride and knelt before the black man, serving his enormous penis and enjoying the sweet excitement.
Since this man didn't know her at all, no one would correct her no matter how much she messed around, so she played around without worry.
"Can you take me somewhere else to continue playing?"
Ayaka stood up and whispered in the black man's ear.
"You haven't let loose yet, cute flight attendant!"
The black man ignored her, pulled down her stockings, and placed his hand on her panties.
"Ah!"
Qi ,
when the black man's penis reached her uterus, Ayaka felt a surge of pleasure, as if an electric current was passing through her waist, brain, and lower limbs.
For the Ayaka of the past, this might have been enough, but for her now, it was just the prelude to the game.
In fact, when the penis began to rub against her uterus, her entire body's lust seemed to burst forth like fire, fully feeling the size of the black man's penis tip and its boundless power.
"Great, sweetheart, this is wonderful." The
black man hugged her waist, held her buttocks tightly, and made passionate noises in her ear.
After he said that, she unconsciously used her uterus to tightly grip his penis.
(I really do love sex, and I'm incredibly horny. I love having a man's penis going in and out of my body!)
"Darling, you're so good, you make me feel so hot."
The black man lifted her up, and his penis inside her was gradually expanding.
"..."
Men usually expand before ejaculation, but this black man seemed to have already doubled in size even before ejaculating.
"Sweetheart, the movie is almost over."
"It's okay, let's keep playing!"
"But other people will see!" "
It's okay!"
Although Ayaka had made up her mind, the black man seemed to have calmed down. "
It's okay if the customers see, but it'll be bad if the people in the movie theater see. Well, I'll wait for you in the bathroom!" He
then pulled his penis out.
8.
Before the lights came on, Ayaka appeared and followed the signs to the restroom. Although it was a pornographic movie theater, it still had a women's restroom.
Inside, a black man in his teens was cleaning, looking at Ayaka with a puzzled expression.
"Can I use it?"
"Of course."
The boy watched her every move as if he had witnessed a miracle. This woman was not only of a different race, but also had a different background and a special aura.
The boy looked like the kind of cute Japanese-American girl you'd seen in high-end magazines in the past, a good playmate, and certainly a good sex partner.
The boy's eyes didn't have the frivolous look of the men on the street; they were pure and beautiful, full of admiration for her.
"Then I'll use your restroom."
After giving a smile that was definitely not typical of flight attendants, she entered one of the stalls, genuinely feeling quite fond of the boy.
To be honest, after the intercourse was interrupted, her burning body was moved by that sincere, adoring gaze, and her vulva and uterus were once again wet with her own fluids.
Of course, the boy wouldn't know.
Although he was a toilet cleaner, the aura he exuded made her want to sleep with him if she hadn't had a prior appointment with that black man!
After closing the door, Ayaka placed the toilet paper on the toilet and sat down. Her high-heeled feet were making pitiful noises, but the heat inside her body was even more unbearable. What would be the best way to pass the time? It felt
like someone was peeping at her from next door. Although no sound was made, she felt like someone was secretly watching.
(I know what you're thinking. If you want to see so much, then I'll let you see as much as you want!)
Ayaka pulled up her uniform skirt. Since the skirt was very short, just rolling it up three centimeters revealed her entire private parts.
Now you can see someone next door swallowing hard, and Ayaka's heart is pounding wildly, showing no sign of stopping.
Ayaka twists her ample thighs, suppressing the sound that was about to escape her lips.
(So, what do you like? Those black super-sized briefs!)
(If you like them, you'll definitely want to see more!)
Ayaka took another step closer to the small opening.
(First time, right? It's okay, don't be shy. You like me, right? I like you too!)
Ayaka not only pulled her skirt up completely, but also boldly spread her legs, aiming her plump little hole at the opening.
And drops of nectar dripped from that little hole, emitting a strong feminine fragrance.
(Just look, you don't have to answer me. I know what you're thinking. And I'm especially sensitive there. I know you're looking at me. I'm like this because you're looking at me. You must like it here too!)
Ayaka
then put her hand into the nectar-drenched little hole and rubbed it with her fingers.
(You probably want to try it too, right? Your dick must be hard right now! You must really want to put it in here! I feel so good here! If you put it in, I'll suck you in like a suction cup!)
She also put her other finger in, because one finger wasn't enough.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Ayaka immediately jumped up; it was probably the boy next door who couldn't resist coming over. Ayaka quickly unlocked the door.
The door opened immediately, and Ayaka was immediately embraced, her lips sealed tightly.
"Ah! Darling!"
It was the black man she had just been making love with.
The black man immediately began to fondle her buttocks with both hands, and then quickly rolled up her skirt, revealing her round buttocks that had been covered by her panties. Ayaka immediately began to writhe, hoping that the boy next door could see her performance.
Sometimes she felt that her buttocks were too full, but in reality, compared to her D-size breasts and long limbs and thighs, such fullness was necessary. She
also hoped that the black man would take off her panties, and she would touch his pants with her panties, inside which his penis was throbbing eagerly.
"Darling!" "Can I start going into your cute little hole?"
"Darling, let me serve you first!"
So she knelt down, pulled down his pants, and the long-awaited, large, and lustful penis appeared before her eyes.
"Oh!"
She touched it lightly with the tip of her tongue and felt its heat on her cheek.
"Oh! Oh! Oh..."
But at this moment, Ayaka did not forget the boy peeping next door.
Holding the black man with both hands, Ayaka continued to suck on the large penis, saliva dripping from her mouth.
She looked like a wild beast handling its prey, and at that moment, Ayaka was almost unconscious.
From deep in her throat, she made a sound like a wild beast, and Ayaka desperately pushed the large penis deeper.
When she was lifted up and had her lips sucked, and then her wet thighs were grasped, she also deeply felt that pleasure.
As
the black high-waisted panties were pulled off her body, she felt as if nectar had dripped onto the ground.
At the same time, a sharp pain shot through her thighs; she couldn't believe she had waited so long despite her intense desire.
"Darling!"
she murmured sweetly, a sound she'd never heard before, as she gripped his penis and rubbed the exposed pubic hair of the black man.
"Darling, which side is better, front or back?"
"Both sides are fine!"
Actually, she wanted both sides to be done at the same time.
"Then let's start from the front!"
The black man's tip reached the entrance of her vulva, rubbing it countless times.
"Darling, hurry up and finish me off!"
With each breath, the speed of his thrusts gradually increased, finally reaching the very end. Ayaka vigorously writhed her round buttocks.
Finally, an explosion occurred inside her; she didn't know which side started first, but the black penis spurted out semen with a series of intense spasms.
With a cry that reached far into the heavens, she reveled in the ultimate pleasure.
But for Ayaka, this was merely a springboard to the next wave of joy.
"Ah! Darling, let's play in a hotel next time!"
These were words she would never normally utter, but now she gasped out.
"Sure, but darling, you have to pay me a thousand dollars the second time."
"A thousand dollars!"
Hmm! But first you have to pay me the thousand dollars this time, and the second time I'll definitely do a better job.

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