No penis without a top

On April 18th, the national railway system underwent its fifth speed increase. The

most eye-catching aspect was the introduction of 19 pairs of newly launched Z-series direct "top-tier brand trains," all exceeding 160
km/h. These trains feature brand-new, luxurious soft and hard sleeper carriages, boasting top-of-the-line facilities and service quality.
Passengers were even more delighted to find that the Z-series direct express trains were priced similarly to previous express trains, making them
extremely popular and often sold out. They were hailed as "moving star-rated
hotels " and "land-based flights.

" Those who had ridden the Z-series trains raved about them, especially male passengers. This was not only due to the comfortable environment
and meticulously prepared cuisine, but also the presence of a team of female attendants comparable to flight attendants. Beautiful trains, delicious food, and beautiful women—these "three beauties"
were truly captivating.

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

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

This colleague is usually very kind to me at work; recently, when I was sent on a business trip, he gave me a ride to the airport and saw me
off.

“Well, it just opened, and I don’t get to go to Beijing very often.”

“Oh? Then I’m sure you’ll choose the Z17 again when you go to Beijing in the future.”

“Yes, my sister said the Z17 is currently the best in the country—spacious and comfortable, with friendly and polite service, and
the ticket price is very reasonable; it’s definitely great value for money. A month ago, she and her brother-in-law took the Z17 on their Beijing vacation, and since then, her brother-in-law
has taken it on several business trips.”

“Did your brother-in-law say anything?” my colleague asked.

“Brother-in-law? He just said the Z17 is good, and I should try it sometime! But he didn’t say anything else, like he was thinking back on something.”

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

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

"No! You'll find out when the time comes..."

"Find out?"

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Then, passing through a long corridor, I arrived at the platform.

"Please come this way and show your ticket. Welcome aboard this train! We will be at your service!" A sweet
voice came from the other side.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Wow... that sounds great."

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

"Yes!" I replied with a smile.

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

passengers board. Once inside, passengers are generally left undisturbed ; a simple press of the call button is all it takes for assistance. Each compartment has four berths, all decorated in an elegant and warm camel-colored theme. A central control panel displays temperature, fan speed, volume, and a call button, along with a separate onboard television. Newly installed personal shoe cabinets are located under the berths, and oval reading lamps adorn the bedside. A large mirror is also located behind the sliding door of the compartment. Each berth is also specially equipped with both high and low pillows to meet the needs of different passengers. Besides providing passengers with a good night's sleep, the living quarters, befitting the "soft sleeper lifestyle," are also quite luxurious. The toilets at one end of the carriage offer two options: one is a squat toilet, and the other a sit-down toilet. The interior is predominantly a vibrant orange, complemented by large mirrors and overhead spotlights, creating a refreshing and inviting atmosphere. Beyond aesthetics, practicality is also key: the sliding doors save space and facilitate easy access.

The push-button faucet provides easy access to hot and cold water, while the speaker switch controls the broadcast volume as needed. A call button is also included for emergencies.
The new toilets feature enclosed drainage pipes, preventing track contamination.

As one of the first new-type trains in the country, the Z-train boasts a safety factor far exceeding that of ordinary trains. Equipped with high-tech
"electronic ears" and an advanced DMIS dispatching and transportation command management information system, the train's safety is constantly under dynamic monitoring
. The newly adopted high-speed disc brakes with electronic anti-skid devices
ensure a truly splash-free experience even at high speeds of 160 km/h, and allow for smooth stops within a distance of 1100 to 1400 meters.

Inside the dining car, featuring a fully transparent kitchen and a small bar, the set meals are identical to airline food: main courses are packaged in silver tin boxes
, while fruit, pastries, and tableware are packaged in cardboard boxes. The former
offers a variety of choices, including sesame rice, rice with vegetables, and noodles. Hot dishes include lotus root cakes, stir-fried cauliflower, spiced beef, crystal dumplings, stir-fried vegetables, French fries, and pan-fried duck breast. The latter contains small
plastic containers filled with cold dishes, bread, desserts, and fruit. With this "gourmet food," passengers might
say goodbye to the instant noodles they often eat on trains.

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

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

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A few hours after departure, the train quickly entered nighttime operation.

The other three passengers in my compartment were all engrossed in watching television programs on their berths, but I was
bored , so I opened the door to get some fresh air in the aisle.

My thoughts, for some reason, suddenly drifted to the train attendant, recalling her smiling face.

"Ah... if only I had a wife like that!"

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

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

"Uh... yes, yes!"

"Are you feeling comfortable?"

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

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

I hadn't known that! It was definitely great value for money.

"Sir, you don't seem to be feeling well. Are you feeling unwell?" she asked with concern. (Uh... I'm not
feeling unwell...)

I thought to myself, but I couldn't very well openly admit that I was thinking about her!

"Maybe... it's a bit lonely traveling alone." Thinking it might be good to chat with this beautiful flight
attendant , I answered casually.

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

(This way? Help?) That was rather puzzling.

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

The flight attendant led me to a compartment near the back of the carriage, which seemed to be a rest area for flight attendants.

"Please come this way..." After we both entered the rest area, she closed the door.

Wow...

There weren't the four berths in the regular compartment; there was only a sofa by the window.

The flight attendant had me sit on the sofa, then suddenly knelt down, straightened her upper body, and slowly loosened my belt.
I was startled!

"Miss...Miss! What are you doing?!"

"Didn't you want me to help you relieve your loneliness?" "What?"

"The way to avoid loneliness is to make passengers as relaxed as possible. Now, please let me serve you in place of your wife. Just
make yourself home, don't be shy!"

I couldn't believe such service existed! The elegant flight attendant slowly pulled my pants and underwear down to
my knees. My penis, already erect from surprise, was now standing upright in front of her face, no longer concealed by my pants.
The flight attendant slightly opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "I've rarely seen one this big!"

I smiled awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Suddenly, I noticed a foul odor; it was coming from my penis.

Oh no! Yesterday, I didn't even have time to shower because I was rushing to finish documents for a business trip. Today, I hurriedly hitched a ride with a colleague to
the station !

However, the flight attendant seemed unconcerned. She picked up a pack of wet wipes and slowly pulled back the foreskin covering my penis,
carefully wiping it clean. She smiled at me occasionally, as if indicating she didn't mind. The cool sensation of the wet wipes
made my penis grow even harder. After the flight attendant finished wiping my penis, she knelt quietly in front of me, her face
directly facing my erection.

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

Suddenly, a surge of blood rushed to my head. I gently held the back of the flight attendant's head with one hand, and with the other, I guided my penis to
her lips and forced it inside. I pried open her mouth with the head of my penis. The flight attendant seemed startled
, but offered no resistance as I roughly pushed my penis into her mouth. My glans, penetrating deeply, seemed to reach
her throat, causing her to reflexively spit it out and cough a few times.

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

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

This time, I inserted myself more slowly, carefully watching my glans and penis slide between the flight attendant's cherry lips.
Suddenly, I wanted to test how far she could take it, so I gently pressed the back of her head to force it in a little more. My penis
slid in , the flight attendant looking into my eyes, watching me test it as I pleased. Finally, I pushed all the way in, my entire penis
inside the flight attendant's mouth. I found my scrotum pressed against her chin, my pubic hair brushing against her
nose, and I could clearly feel her warm breath. The flight attendant, with her beautiful eyes still open, witnessed all of this.

My glans felt a constant, slight pressure, as if the flight attendant was trying to avoid touching the back of my throat to
prevent cough. My heart was churning. I'd never even dreamed of being sucked like this, especially by such
a beautiful flight attendant. When my gaze met hers again, I noticed her ears were turning red with embarrassment.

After admiring her for a while, I began to slowly move my hips, making piston-like movements. The flight attendant also gently sucked and swallowed, looking down
at my penis moving in and out of her full lips, sometimes glistening with the saliva, sometimes
disappearing into her beautiful mouth. Oh my god! The flight attendant's tongue was licking my glans…it felt indescribably
good!

The flight attendant's sucking and swallowing movements gradually became faster and faster, so I simply stopped and let her take the initiative. As if she
knew gently grasped the base of my penis with one hand and sucked even more vigorously. It felt so good!

Suddenly, the flight attendant moved me away.

Huh? Good heavens! The flight attendant bent down even lower, tilted her head, and began licking my scrotum with her tongue. Such a noble and
beautiful flight attendant, doing something like this!

After a while, there was a sucking sound. Wow! My entire scrotum was sucked into the flight attendant's mouth. Because it's
larger than my penis, it seemed the flight attendant opened her mouth as wide as possible; her entire face was distorted from the open mouth.
But throughout the whole process, the flight attendant's eyes were fixed on me, sparkling like a child yearning for parental approval. I
smiled at her, and her eyes crinkled into crescent moons.

Then, a feeling of pressure came from my scrotum. She began to stir it with her tongue and mouth, the pressure just right—a little uncomfortable but
incredibly pleasurable . After stirring for a while, the flight attendant gently pulled her mouth away from my scrotum, pulling it out like eating mochi. Ha! Saliva was
connecting my scrotum and the flight attendant's lips, gradually breaking off due to gravity. I've never seen such an exaggerated scene!

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

My God! That noble and dignified professional smile again. The beauty who was licking my scrotum just ten seconds ago was smiling
sweetly . I had to admire the dedication and well-trained nature of the newly selected Z-train flight attendants.

"Satisfied! It's just..." Actually, what had just happened had already made me feel completely refreshed, but I still deliberately used a challenging
tone .

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

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

The pleasure I had just experienced had left me sweaty and thirsty, so I nodded.

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

She was undoubtedly well-trained; even a simple action like pouring tea carried a professional air.

Looking at her profile, I still couldn't believe the "service" this flight attendant had just provided

. "Thank you!" I took the cup she offered. "Would you like one too?"

"No! I'm not thirsty!"

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

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

But then I thought it would be too rude to this beautiful woman!

"Uh..." I couldn't bring myself to say it!

"What?" she asked, puzzled. "No! No! I...I...I just wanted to know what level of enjoyment I could expect..." I
asked cautiously.

"Ah! Of course, the full package...How could we only provide half the service? Customer first!" The flight attendant
understood , blinking and smiling at me.

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

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

I nodded, indicating my understanding.

“Um… may I ask you a few questions?”

“Please!”

“May I ask your name?” I noticed that the flight attendant’s badge only showed the carriage number and her personal
number , not her name.

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

“Is that also a regulation?”

The flight attendant nodded gently.

"How old are you? Are you married?" I continued, "It's not against the rules to ask this, is it?"

"Hehe! Dozens of passengers have asked you that question already! If it were anyone else, I would definitely say it's against the rules,
but you..." The flight attendant paused, her beautiful eyes scanning my face up and down. This gesture did
n't offend me; instead, it gave off a strange sense of superiority. "I'll make an exception and tell you! I'm 25 years old and not married yet!"

Suddenly, the flight attendant acted like a little girl, the distant relationship between passenger and flight attendant vandalizing. I
immediately felt a significant rapport between us.

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

"It's nothing special. There are several hundred train attendants in our batch, most of them are former T-train attendants, and we also
recruited dozens of college and vocational school graduates from the public. After 26 days of intensive closed training," the attendant proudly told me . "
I have a bachelor's degree, which is considered high among train attendants, so I and other key members were sent to China Eastern Airlines
for flight attendant standard training."

"Then how can you accept this... uh... job requirement?" I asked casually.

"I'm getting angry! You sound like you're saying I'm a prostitute!" the attendant
pouted a little annoyed.

"No! No! That's not what I meant!"

"Every attendant serving on the Z-train is proud of it! Leaving aside compensation, the Z-train operates in
a very with low service intensity. Furthermore, our leaders highly respect every employee and never deceive them
. This was emphasized to everyone joining the Z-train crew; providing this service is an employee's duty, and any problems encountered by employees are the responsibility of their superiors."
The department is also doing its best to resolve the issue. Anyone wishing to leave the Z-train crew will receive a generous service bonus,
more than ten years' salary for a regular train attendant. Employee information is top secret; outsiders have no access to it. Names are not displayed
to avoid future trouble from passengers, so there's no need to worry about leaving. The superiors' approach has earned
the employees ' trust, and everyone is very cooperative. Saying we're in a special industry is the worst possible insult! Because we
are official railway staff, many people would kill to get in!

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean that!" I quickly apologized. "

It's alright! As long as you understand!" the attendant said reassuringly. "Besides, not every passenger has the opportunity
to enjoy the service on board!"

"Huh?"

"With so many passengers on board, it's obvious! The service recipients are decided by the attendants themselves. And let me tell you a secret,
we don't even select the worst passengers!" "The flight attendant said playfully, as if revealing a secret.

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

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

"Tell me? We have no obligation to passengers to keep this a secret, but if this becomes public, we will no longer be able to provide this
service. So… do you want to tell me?" The flight attendant's expression turned suspicious as she said the last sentence.

I immediately realized I couldn't answer.

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

"Our special service is only for male passengers, and of course, female passengers won't know about it. We will never
give . If necessary, it must be requested privately by the passengers themselves, to maintain the reputation of passengers and the department." "
The flight attendant explained.

And I immediately thought of my brother-in-law!

I have to admire the ingenuity of the person who came up with this idea; to hide something like this in this age of rapid information disclosure.
You can tell how many people have ridden the Z-train just by looking at ticket sales, but using this psychological factor, no one
would want to say it! (Especially men) After all, nobody wants to ruin such a train service!

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

"We have our own beauty salon, which every flight attendant can use for free, and we provide professional consultations—
it's more effective than any beauty product! Many female employees don't want to leave because of this!"

Impressive! I admired her from the bottom of my heart.

"No wonder the flight attendants on the Z-train are of the highest quality! Especially this one!" I flattered.

"Hehe! Any more questions? If not, let's continue!" the flight attendant said playfully.

"Okay!"

Although my physical desires urged me to continue, I couldn't be so vulgar and impatient as to
lose I politely gestured for her to kneel. A strange glint flashed in the flight attendant's eyes,
as if approving of my gesture. She smiled and slowly knelt down again.

The flight attendant knelt high on her knees, her upper body straight, her waist, hips, and knees forming a straight line—a truly beautiful posture!
After gently kissing the head of my penis, her alluring eyes met mine. She opened her lips and took my penis inside. I
gently then my penis moved between her cherry lips again. The flight attendant deliberately
protruded her lipstick-covered lips forward, like a child kissing, except with a sausage in the middle—a sight that made me spit fire

. She maintained this expression for about ten seconds, then deliberately sucked hard with her mouth. My penis clearly felt a suction force; her originally
plump, round cheeks suddenly sunken like holes, like a baby sucking on a pacifier—a very strange look, but on this beautiful
flight attendant's face, it had an indescribable novelty.

A moment later, she used my penis as if brushing her teeth, pressing it against one cheek. The flight attendant's round cheek suddenly bulged, and she moved it back and forth like
brushing her teeth. The friction between the moist walls of her mouth and her teeth instantly plunged me into a pleasure that was both heavenly and hellish

. After a series of vigorous thrusts, the flight attendant pulled her mouth away from my penis, exhaled a few deep breaths, and gave a slightly suggestive smile.
Before I could grasp the meaning of her expression, she again took my mouth into her mouth. Then, using her neck and upper body as the main muscles, she
moved back and forth like a woodpecker, slowly increasing the speed of her thrusts, sending waves of pleasure through me. This time it was a series of attacks;
the flight attendant, forgetting all about her image, kept sucking and thrusting wildly, clearly trying to make me surrender. I had to adjust my breathing to avoid
ejaculating too quickly and savor this impossible service. During the intense movements, the flight attendant's beautiful eyes kept glancing up at me, as if surprised by
my prowess!

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

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

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

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

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

The flight attendant looked up, smiled knowingly at me, then stood up, pulled the hairpin from her hair, and
with a "whoosh," her high-coiled bun suddenly came undone, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall.

My God! In that instant, I once again witnessed her ethereal beauty. With her high-coiled bun, she possessed a noble and elegant air, but
now, with her long hair flowing down her shoulders, she exuded a pure and lively charm.

The flight attendant then pulled her skirt up to her waist in front of me, revealing red garter belts and a red thong made of
incredibly thin, fabric—sexy and stylish.

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

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

She deftly removed her underwear, her movements elegant and effortless.

"Of...of course...nothing could look better..."

My heart pounded.

The sheer stockings only reached the top of her thighs, and between the two brightly colored garter belts, a patch of glossy black pubic hair was visible—
it was so beautiful…

She continued to suck on my penis until I reached a certain level of arousal again. Then she stopped, took a condom, and
slightly slipped it onto the tip of my glans. Then, with another blowjob, she completely covered it, putting the condom on with her mouth.

She straddled me, spreading her legs and slowly sitting on my erect penis.

“Oh…” I cried out in pleasure, feeling my penis enveloped by her soft, moist vagina. The slippery,
soft feeling was indescribable.

The flight attendant didn't move immediately after sitting down; perhaps she was also enjoying
the wonderful

? She looked down at our joined genitals, then looked at me with a hint of shyness, and whispered, “…You…your is
so big…”

My heart skipped a beat! This sentence moved me more than a thousand words; it brought me a profound shock!

The flight attendant began to sway her hips, slowly but surely, gently but intensely. She possessed remarkable skill;
her voluptuous body rose and fell against me, repeatedly engulfing my thick penis. Her vulva, like an abalone,
seemed so greedy.

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

We made love in this wanton manner, without changing positions; she was always the one riding me.

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

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

I gazed at her white chest; her breasts trembled, round and high, each nipple bearing a glistening, rosy
clitoris, proudly erect, as if looking down upon everything.

I reached out and grasped her breasts, one on each side, feeling their softness, smoothness, and elasticity.

So soft and tender!

My hands involuntarily squeezed them.

The nipples protruded further because of my squeezing, and the areolas began to spread and enlarge. I gazed
at those nipples, feeling how delicate and proud they were! I lowered my head and licked the nipples back and forth with the tip of my tongue, clearly feeling them harden and erect

under my tongue . The flight attendant began to moan softly, her chest swaying slightly, her "riding" posture changing, groaning, "Sir...I can't take it anymore..." I wouldn't let her off so easily! I put her down, then had her straddle my lap with her back to me, my hands reaching around to the front to grasp her breasts forcefully, rhythmically thrusting in and out in sync with the opening and closing of my knees. “Ah…ah…ah…ah…” The flight attendant let out a short, pleasurable moan. I stood up, holding her waist, and she pressed herself back tightly as if afraid of being separated. I responded to the flight attendant's ecstatic state, thrusting hard. I wanted to move faster, but I had already reached my limit. The flight attendant used her hands to support herself against the wall in front of her, arching her buttocks and twisting her waist continuously. I held her body tightly from behind and began to make long thrusts. After rubbing against the walls of her flesh upon insertion, I thrust all the way to the base in one go, the cervix flattened by the huge glans, and each thrust also stimulated her rectum. “Ah!” Perhaps unlike her previous experiences, the length and thickness of the penis were incomparable. The flight attendant looked up at the ceiling, her back arched upwards. With the insertion of the huge penis, her full breasts swayed, and the curves of her abdomen rose and fell like waves. “Ah…uh…” My whole body arched back, my penis thrusting upwards. Such vigorous movements would probably take most men less than ten minutes. “Ah…” My penis reached her cervix, forcing the flight attendant to stand on her tiptoes, her beautiful buttocks arched upwards. Perhaps due to regular exercise, her long, shapely legs resembled those of European or American athletes. She frowned, her beautiful face contorted, her cheeks flushed, and her tongue peeked out from her open mouth—a very seductive expression. Her labia clung to my penis, and with each thrust, a soft, wet sound escaped her vagina. I used the head of my penis as a fulcrum at her cervix and began to rotate. “I’m going to cum!” The flight attendant quickly reached orgasm. “Hey…this feels good, doesn’t it?” Our genitals pressed together began to rub, the rotating motion stimulating my pubic hair against her labia majora. "Ah...ah..." With the flight attendant's wanton moans, I changed tactics, preparing to bring her to the peak of pleasure. "Mmm...mmm..." When I reached the base, I would definitely hit her cervix, intoxicating her with pleasure, but calmly, without ejaculating. The squelching sounds of thrusting echoed in the train compartment, a testament to the powerful piston-like motion. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." As I reached her cervix, the flight attendant let out a deep moan, her full breasts swaying incessantly. "How does this feel?" I reached forward with my right hand, which was gripping her buttocks, finding her clitoris, peeling back the foreskin to reveal the sensitive clitoris, and squeezing it forcefully with my middle finger. "Ah...ah..." Her clitoris was engorged with blood, swollen to its limit. I rubbed and rotated it with my fingers, while continuing the piston-like motion; the intense thrusts almost made the flight attendant's legs float in the air. "I'm coming..." the flight attendant called out, turning her head. "Aren't you afraid someone will hear?" I teased her. "It's okay, this compartment has soundproofing!" Lost in blissful ecstasy, the flight attendant slid to the floor, and I followed, still thrusting into her as she lay prone. After hundreds more thrusts, the flight attendant was practically incoherent: "Never...no man has ever made me this high..."

I thrust in and out forcefully, rubbing my penis against her vaginal walls with all my might: "I'm going to cum..." I've

been so busy with work lately, I haven't had a chance to cum in a month, I'm really at my limit, the accumulated amount must be quite substantial.

The flight attendant seemed to sense my desire from my engorged penis.

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

"Uh? Is there a choice?"

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

Then... on your beautiful face, how about that?" I said without thinking. "You're so naughty

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

She didn't seem to mind my bold suggestion at all, but only reminded me not to go too far.

She turned around, removed the condom from my penis, and then sucked it into her mouth, resuming the oral sex she had just been doing.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room besides our heartbeats were the flight attendant's seductive moans and
the soft smacking sounds of her red lips rubbing against my penis.

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

It…it’s coming!

I felt the muscles controlling my ejaculation begin to contract involuntarily, waves of pleasure shooting from my spine to my head. I immediately
grabbed the flight attendant's hair roughly with one hand, gaining control of her head, and with the other hand, I grabbed my penis, aimed it at that face that
would mad, and pulled hard. The flight attendant cried out and fell to the side, losing her balance. Her kneeling
legs slumped to the ground, the height difference between us increasing, allowing me to turn her face completely upwards, looking up at
me, pressing my penis down, directly facing her.

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

The first ejaculation was the thickest and most intense, a spurt of white semen erupting onto the flight attendant's face. A stream of semen ran
from her chin, down her lips, across her nose, and to her forehead, even getting a little on her bangs. The second ejaculation forcefully
turned her head, shooting onto her plump, slightly chubby cheeks, the angle perfectly intersecting the first, the tail piling up on her cheeks.
The third ejaculation aimed vertically between her eyebrows, the semen splattering and splashing onto her eyebrows and lashes. The fourth… the fifth… the penis
swaying wildly, scattering haphazardly across her face… As the ejaculation continued, the gun was emptying. Using a glove to manipulate
the penis, the remaining semen was pushed out, drops landing on her lips.

The flight attendant's beautiful eyes blinked briefly at the moment of ejaculation, but after the initial shock, she immediately
relaxed her facial muscles. Her face, which had been slightly distorted, gradually returned to a dignified smile,
the professional sweet smile typical of a service worker. She maintained the expected smile respectfully, her eyes closed, head raised, quietly allowing me
to .

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

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

"It's over," I rolled over, my rationality returning.

"Luckily, I didn't get my clothes dirty!" I said, glancing at the flight attendant's uniform.

After admiring this "spectacular sight," I took a tissue and gently wiped away the semen stains clinging to the flight attendant's eyes.

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

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

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

"Let me wipe it for you," I said, feeling embarrassed in front of the beauty I had just defiled.

The flight attendant stood with her eyes closed without objection. I took out a tissue and began wiping the semen from my face, preventing it from running into my clothes.
As I wiped, I could feel the remarkable elasticity of the skin on the flight attendant's face, especially her cheeks.

"I can handle the rest myself, thank you!" After wiping away most of the semen, the flight attendant's face gradually regained
its freshness.

"Excuse me... I need to wash my face and touch up my makeup... My apologies..." The flight attendant turned away.

I understood and opened the door first.

As I came out, I ran into another flight attendant. I smiled awkwardly, and she returned a sweet smile. She
made way for me, and as I passed this flight attendant, I suddenly felt that she
bore a certain resemblance to the woman I had just been intimate with...

I started walking towards my compartment, encountering several male passengers along the way who gave me knowing looks, seemingly aware of
what had just happened. A wave of embarrassment urged me to quicken my pace.

Lying back in my comfortable berth, I began to savor the scene, completely unaware of how quickly time had passed.

Gradually , I fell asleep … ―

... The flight attendants make their own judgments about which passengers to serve, thus filtering out some passengers deemed dangerous (or simply too unpleasant). Passengers who have received the service do not usually disclose this information, such as experienced male passengers.

Passengers can request services from the train attendants based on their personal preferences when boarding again. This unique psychological
balance maintains passenger standards and ensures the safety of the attendants, thus preventing any negative rumors from circulating.
After all, if every train is staffed with a group of low-class and vulgar women, what's the point of operating a direct express train ?
It would have long since degenerated into a sex industry, making it impossible to attract high-quality women to the new train service team, which would
be a loss for passengers.

With rigorous professional training and safety guarantees, coupled with the provision of such train services by relevant departments, a healthy business
cycle allows for more funding, enabling better services and equipment, ultimately benefiting passengers more.

The attendants constantly move within sight, providing passengers with the services they need before disembarking. Uh… I'm referring to
normal services, of course.

Looking at the expressions of these attendants, I can feel their love for their profession. For
them, this new train uniform is a symbol of honor. As the train attendant I was with last night
said , treating them as a sex worker is the most serious insult! It also acknowledges the speaker's own vulgar taste.
The services provided by the train attendants are a professional requirement, unrelated to their personal conduct or marital status. This doesn't mean they are indifferent or shameless; rather ,
it's a sense of honor that elevates their work, making them
dedicate themselves to their jobs. Thinking

of this, my feelings towards these Z-train attendants are not contempt, but rather admiration for their sense of mission. ―

... As I approached the train door, the flight attendant was already standing there, waving goodbye to the other passengers. I boldly looked at her, and as our eyes met, she seemed to recall the previous night's events, lowering her gaze, a blush spreading across her elegant face. Most of the passengers had already left, so the flight attendant's ambiguous expression went unnoticed. The flight attendant, flustered by my stare, quickly glanced at the other passengers, finally giving me a knowing, mischievous glare. I, knowing my chance, quickly looked away. "Thank you for your service!...Will we...have a chance to meet again?" The flight attendant smiled and said, "I regularly serve on the Z17 train, so I'll have the opportunity to serve you again!" "Then I'll definitely take your train when I come back, beautiful flight attendant!" The flight attendant's face flushed, her appearance charming and endearing. “The flight attendant should be on someone else’s turn by then!” she reminded me. “We have several charter groups.” Finally, the flight attendant bowed slightly to me, and I nodded in return before turning and disappearing into the departing crowd. At that moment, my mind was filled with the beautiful image of the flight attendant as I slowly walked into Beijing West Railway Station with anticipation.

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