Sex Slave Flight Attendant (Continued)

Eight,

After Ayaka's ankles, inner thighs, and buttocks were kissed, she lay back down again.
Thirty minutes had passed, and the length of time and the precision of the caresses amazed Ayaka. The two men continued to stroke her erogenous zones with their tongues and fingers. She
was experiencing twice the pleasure of foreplay as others, and with two skilled men, the combined caresses were equivalent to four times the intensity of others.
Although she couldn't see clearly, her eyes were definitely shining with excitement. Ayaka tried to regulate her breathing so they wouldn't hear her rapid breathing.
But the sweet sensations in her chest and lower body were impossible to hide.
The two men kissed her along her beautifully curved waist and armpits, down her thighs, and she felt the intense stimulation of the men's touch on her senses.
"Ah... Oh..."
Ayaka, who had instinctively kept her eyes closed, 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 welled up inside her.
For a moment, an image flashed through Ayaka's mind—an erotic film she had seen sometime ago, featuring a beautiful actress in her early twenties.
In Ayaka's eyes, she was quite beautiful. The woman was also being held by two men, her legs spread open, playing with her vulva through her damp panties.
(How lewd.)
Ayaka felt contempt for her.
Like her, she too was being manipulated like this today, and in front of the camera
. When she saw her in an interview once, she realized how superficial she was; although she looked 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 with her legs spread wide in an M-shape, Ayaka felt a shiver run down her spine. Although she wanted to lower herself and return to her normal position, 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 the high point of her black panties protruding as two black men spread her legs in front of the camera.
"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, it 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 sucked on her erect nipple with 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 use the last of her strength to resist, but she couldn't muster any power.
She herself couldn't believe it; she absolutely didn't dislike sex, and in fact, she could enjoy it.
But now, four hands, twenty fingers, two tongues, two lips, and two penises were pleasing her body, making her perform exciting actions that others couldn't.
Besides being drenched in sweat, what was even more frustrating was that the lustful fluid constantly flowing from her black panties was already sticky and 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.
But the two men's fingers continued to rub back and forth 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 continued to gush out.
After sucking on her breasts, the two thick lips moved to her neck and ears, gently biting them. Ayaka's body and mind were already completely intoxicated by their tongues.
From head to toe, her senses were fully open due to the stimulation.
While their lips sucked on her earlobes, one large hand lifted her D-cup breast.
"Gah!"
Ayaka moaned repeatedly due to the intense pleasure.
The next moment, the black fingers slowly moved to her black panties, searching for the entrance to her vulva.
The exciting pleasure from her legs quickly spread throughout her body.
"Oh...
" The black fingers seemed to have found the entrance, inserting their fingers inch by inch.
"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 infatuated 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 the long tongue that was placed in her mouth with her own.
"Ah... Ah..."
Even a sound of lust, which she herself found repulsive, escaped her throat. Breathing and entwining with the black man's tongue at the same time was so sweet! And she would be willing to kiss him for as long as it took.
What was alarming was not just the kiss, but also the pleasure emanating from her breasts, her lips, and the pervasive sensation throughout her body.

Sex Slave Flight Attendant (Part 3)

9.

A hand began to pull down the black panties.
But not completely; they hung halfway down, sandwiched 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.
A powerful mix of shame and fervent sensuality made her all the more alluring.
Just a touch of a finger to either side 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 her vagina was now completely soaked.
The internal desire, coupled with the illumination of 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 overwhelmed by intense excitement, she cried out with animalistic sounds.
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 that, but she probably wouldn't be forgiven! Because her current behavior had already surpassed her behavior when she was having sex with Yutaka.
Although her mind clearly wanted to control herself, her body couldn't help but feel waves of desire surging forth.
On Ayaka's left side, someone was hugging her from behind, holding her breasts, and kissing her earlobe.
Just that alone filled Ayaka with a sensual, alluring sensation, 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.
Those fiery kisses continuously ignited desire in her throat.
(Just a little more, just a little more!)
She told herself this.
"Oh...
" Ayaka kept sucking on that saliva-covered tongue.
As their tongues pressed tightly together, an unprecedented sweetness repeatedly erupted in Ayaka's throat.
Of course, she had engaged in oral sex before, but that was simply to please men; while she felt aroused, it wasn't to the point of making a sound.
It was probably the reaction to the thrusting of the penis inside her.
One penis inside her, another inside her... Only a genius could possess such skill! Ordinary people could never do it.
Moreover, the in-and-out motion in her mouth was an image-damaging act for Ayaka.
"Mmm... mmm...
" Knowing her posture would be filmed, her mouth moved unconsciously.
"Ah...
" With a loud groan, Ayaka felt a strong spasm in her lower abdomen.
She heard thick, sticky juice spurting from inside her labia, all white and sticky.
"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 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 her goal.
"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 lust burning through 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 and 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 a stronger anticipation surged within her.
Yasunaga's penis plunged forcefully into Ayaka's burning entrance.
"Oh...
" A tremor of shame and pleasure made Ayaka cry.
At the same time, Yasunaga cried out, feeling a wild, beast-like pleasure emanating from the tip of his white buttocks.
Enveloped by the woman's burning body, Yasunaga's desires were unleashed, reveling in wave after wave of orgasms.

The

silk white petticoat strap slowly slid down Yutaka's hand.
Ayaka tied her long hair behind her ears, gazing directly at Yutaka's meticulously made-up face, a face one could never tire of looking at.
Ayaka was full of confidence; there was no girlish shyness in her eyes.
Looking at her with admiration in Yutaka's eyes, 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 faced the bed and untied the straps of her slip.
The silk slip 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.
Through the lace, her nipples were visible, and Ayaka couldn't help but cry out.
Her nipples, caressed by the silk, were already engorged and erect, very full from any angle, almost vertical.
After that night of passion, it was impossible for Ayaka's body to cool down.
The reason is clear: it's because of that "nightmare" three days ago. Even though her body has calmed down, the mental trauma isn'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 the pleasure of intercourse are deeply imprinted in her mind.
She can't say anything to Yutaka—no, it's more like she wants to forget quickly, so she hopes Yutaka's hands will caress her.
Of course, it would be better to tell him everything, not because she's afraid he'll lose her, but because she thinks it will hurt him! But he would never abandon her.
This thought makes Ayaka's heart ache.
Tonight too, the moment they meet, she hopes he'll immediately hold her and lie on the bed, even in a third-rate hotel.
But Yutaka would never be so rude; he deeply respects Ayaka, an international flight attendant—that's his usual style.
As the second-generation heir of Taipei Airlines, Ayaka would probably tolerate even a little violence from Yutaka! Perhaps it was this very attitude of Yutaka that attracted Ayaka!
Yutaka trembled as she pulled her petticoat down to her 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 off her bra straps, seeing Ayaka wearing only three-inch red high heels, black stockings, and beige underwear, even her 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, his voice filled with ecstasy and tragedy.
Ayaka felt a sweet, painful tremor run through her, a pain that went deep into her heart. It wasn't just empty praise; it sounded incredibly agonizing.
In fact, she looked different tonight than usual. Besides the angle of her nipples, her underwear featured a lot of lace, accentuating her curves even more beautifully.
Yutaka noticed that besides her breasts expanding, her lower body also felt a surge of tension.
"Let me kiss your feet,"
Yutaka said impatiently, taking off Ayaka's red high heels and kissing them.
Ayaka trembled all over; no one knew how long she had waited for this moment.
Following her footsteps down her ankles, knees, and thighs, Yutaka kissed her face, her lips rubbing against Yutaka's, her voice almost a sob, until she reached the edge of her stockings and onto her smooth, delicate skin.
Finally, she kissed the softest parts of her body, at the center of her beige panties.
The high-waisted beige panties accentuated her slender figure.
Her rounded figure looked even more alluring than usual, and Ayaka often wore high-waisted panties, which made
her waist appear even more slender. She knew how sexy and captivating she looked in such high-waisted panties.
More accurately, she deliberately wore these ultra-high-waisted panties to show Yutaka, who was kneeling, her most prized feature.
Whether this intention succeeded or not was unknown, but seeing Yutaka's tearful gaze at that protruding point on her thigh was enough to tell.
As Yutaka's lips slowly approached, Ayaka brought her legs together, pushing out her alluring, thick nipple.
The kiss between their lips, accentuated by high heels, stockings, and high-waisted panties, exuded a seductive atmosphere even while standing.
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 utterly conquered the president of a large company.
Therefore, when Yuka pressed her lips to Yuka's thick, hairy labia, the resulting ejaculation didn't cause Ayaka much dissatisfaction.

Eleven.

Ayaka licked the penis with her tongue, making it grow larger.
This time, Ayaka knelt beside Yuka, who was wearing pajamas, her buttocks, resting on high heels, boldly exposing more than two-thirds of her skin. The center of her high-waisted panties, tightly pressed against her buttocks, was already soaked.
The penis, which had already ejaculated, slowly regained its vigor in Ayaka's mouth.
Ayaka usually hated oral sex, but tonight, incredibly,
she didn't find it repulsive at all. On the contrary, it ignited a passionate feeling throughout her body.
In fact, when her lips pressed down and began to suck, the pleasure rising in her mouth made Ayaka unconsciously moan
. Until now, she had never experienced the pleasure of oral sex...
Once, in a nightmare three days ago, when those two huge black men used their mouths to touch her labia, Ayaka's hand holding their penis could almost feel it.
Why did she reject that kind of pleasure? With something so good, she should start sooner rather than later.
Ayaka focused intently on licking the man's penis, from the base to the glans, with great concentration.
Finally, Ayaka lay across the bed, and Yutaka, kneeling beside the bed, began to remove the black stockings from Ayaka's beautiful legs.
When only a pair of panties remained, Yutaka bent down and kissed Ayaka's insteps.
Ayaka felt a surge of tension in her upper body, gripping the sheets tightly. Yutaka's lips and tongue began to suckle each toe, one by one, each suckle raising Ayaka's arousal to a greater degree.
Yutaka kissed upwards along Ayaka's parted legs, all the way to her thighs.
Ayaka's hands gripped the high-waisted panties, pulling them up, not to prevent her labia from spilling out, but to accentuate the shape of her buttocks.
In fact, when Yutaka placed her feet against Ayaka's noble, cold thighs, seeing her buttocks encased in panties and the rounded mounds within, she already felt slightly dizzy.
If she hadn't already climaxed once, she probably would have already bent down and greedily sucked her nectar.
The rounded buttocks and beautiful feet on those thighs possessed a cold, aloof beauty, like that of ceramics, which further stimulated Yutaka's brain and ignited 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 it, and pulling down his high-waisted trousers.
His underwear, soaked with love fluid, was only half off, and then he used his left hand to pull Ayaka into his arms, entering her from behind.
The burning penis, combined with Ayaka's hot, sticky fluid, brought an indescribable feeling of pleasure, making Yutaka feel as if his lower body was melting.
But, with the rhythm of the thrusts, the pleasure only increased.
With each thrust, a wave of exhilarating joy washed over her, like a fish in water. Yuka caressed Ayaka's unsuspecting waist, then crossed her armpits to kiss her breasts.
"Oh..." Ayaka's moans mingled with the simultaneous thrusts of the man's penis.
When the man's penis touched her cervix, it was as if an eggshell had been broken; 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's was indescribable.
Yuka stood on her left leg, her right hand embracing her breasts, her left leg stretched out to allow the penis to penetrate.
The angle made Ayaka feel incredibly ashamed, but the sight of the penis thrusting into her pink, moist opening filled her with excitement.
When her nipples and the area behind her ears were sucked simultaneously, Ayaka couldn't help but cry out.
"You were amazing tonight,"
Yutaka said in a moved voice. Ayaka frowned slightly; it was true, but she was unwilling to admit she was a lustful woman.
"Was it good?"
"Did you feel anything?"
Such a question was incredibly foolish.
"I'm so glad you're so excited; I really want to stay inside you like this!"
Yutaka said, rubbing the tip of her penis deep into her uterus.
In that instant, Ayaka's body and soul were completely united.
As the man's semen ejaculated, she tightened her vagina and let out a beast-like cry.
Ayaka buried her face in the pillow, sobbing. Her underwear was long gone, and she lay naked on the bed, her face bent forward, legs spread wide, from her waist to her white buttocks. Yutaka's penis was still roaming freely.
Although it wasn't a standard rear-entry position, this was the first time she was truly allowed to be from behind.
Although there was a slight sense of humiliation, it had long since disappeared under the burning desire, except for the rear-entry position where she was on all fours, which she could never forget.
In fact, simply making love in the most luxurious hotel, giving her body to the man she loved, was already an unparalleled pleasure.
When Yutaka lifted her thighs, Ayaka offered no resistance, appearing completely submissive, her legs draped over Yutaka's waist.
This was a modified rear-entry position, her lower abdomen completely off the bed, supported only by his penis. With each thrust, Ayaka cried out in response to her body's reaction.
In that instant, honey-like fluid gushed forth from the depths of her womb.
"Yutaka, can I be your wife?"
Overwhelmed by the sweetness, Ayaka gazed at the ceiling and asked.
"What are you talking about? 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 company president's wife, but because of that nightmare, she was a little worried.
However, seeing Yutaka's pure emotions, she decided it was better not to say anything and kept it hidden.
Because 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 as he pressed his lips to hers.
"No, I like you, just like now!"
Then, suddenly, she grasped his penis and pressed her lips to it. As the penis slowly hardened, Ayaka herself climaxed, and both of them came simultaneously.

Sex Slave Flight Attendant (Part Four)
Chapter Two: The Cave of Love

Part One:

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 serving on a flight bound for San Francisco.
Today, many male passengers would probably cast lustful and admiring glances at her!
But as Ayaka stared blankly at the mirror, she suddenly became unhappy. Someone had barged in.
"What's wrong? How's your mood today?"
Yasunaga, who had come from behind, shamelessly put his hand on her shoulder.
"What is it?"
"Don't be so condescending, I brought you a gift."
Yasunaga pulled several photos from his jacket pocket. Ayaka 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 uncover some of this short man's secrets.
When she regained consciousness, she found Yasunaga's hand inside her dark blue uniform from behind, rubbing her breasts.
"Whoa! What are you doing?"
She grabbed Yasunaga'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, Yasunaga was in the master's position.
"You better behave!"
Without any explanation, Yasunaga roughly fondled her breasts with both hands and then pulled up her miniskirt.
Ayaka instinctively tried to pull her skirt down. "
Didn't I tell you to behave?"
Ayaka bit her lip and gave up resisting, but as her skirt was pulled up, she involuntarily pressed her
thighs, encased in black stockings, 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 hands.
Ayaka clenched her fists angrily and frowned.
"You forgot to greet me, slave flight attendant!"
Yasunaga became quite arrogant and rubbed 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 morning... Master, I'm a sex slave flight attendant, nice to meet you!"
she said in a trembling voice, looking down at her long, gorgeous eyelashes.
"Have you forgotten the proper service?" she asked
. Her gaze immediately shifted to Yasunaga, then back down.
Beneath her deep blue miniskirt, her legs revealed a healthy and sensual beauty.
Yasunaga alternated between looking at Ayaka's face and the inside of her miniskirt.
"Yes, that's it, that's how you should act in front of your master." "
Yes, yes!"
Yasunaga stepped on her spread thighs.
"Ah! Yes, Master!"
she uttered, her toes trembling.
"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 chains around their necks. If someone wears a gold chain, then he is the master."
Yasunaga revealed his chain.
"And your chain is black. You must be absolutely obedient not only to your master but also to all the slaves above you
. If anyone is found to have disobeyed orders, your videos will be circulated everywhere."
Saying this, Yasunaga fastened the black chain 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?"
"Don't you know?"
The one who spoke was the short, dark-skinned Ms. Wang Yuli.
Smoking was bad enough, but to speak like that made Ayaka speechless. Although they
were both flight attendants, there was still a hierarchy after graduation.
If it was only a year or two behind, it wouldn't be so bad, but Ms. Wang Yuli was four years behind. Logically, she should be standing
at attention with the older ones.
"Have you finished the check?"
Ayaka looked at the two sternly, her face showing no room for them to slack off.
"If you're not sure, you can check it yourself!" "
..." The one who answered in such a cold tone was Reiko Okushima, two years her junior. She was a slender, fair-skinned
beauty.
"What kind of attitude is that?"
Ayaka calmly replied.
"You're so dense! As the first mate, you didn't even see this?"
Yuri Wang said, smoking a cigarette.
Ayaka suddenly couldn't speak. There was a red chain around her neck, while Reiko had a green
chain.
"Could you take off your triangular scarf so we can see it too?"
Wang Yuri suddenly removed the triangular scarf from her neck, and Ayaka reflexively tried to block her hand.
"Ah! It's black, it's a pig slave!"
"Aren't you going to bow?"
Ayaka suddenly felt her face flush 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 talking nonsense, bow now!" "
..." Yuri looked at her with a disgusted expression and kicked Ayaka's shoulder with her heel.
Ayaka, seeing the two women's merciless manner, involuntarily bowed.
She had to obey Yasunaga's orders, but being a fellow woman, a fellow flight attendant, and a junior colleague
made her feel particularly humiliated.
This was utterly unreasonable; she had never done anything to bully these two, yet now she was being subjected to
such humiliation.
"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?"
Yuri pressed a foot against Ayaka's 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 thighs clad in black stockings were
completely 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 Yuri and Reiko Okushima..." "
Idiot, you have to do it one at a time."
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 remove her coat, then her top, skirt, and pantyhose.
When Yuri and Reiko saw Ayaka wearing only a black bra, panties, and high heels, they were suddenly stunned. They
were captivated by her curves.
It wasn't just a full, fleshy look; it was a balanced beauty.
Needless to say, men would be captivated by it, even in the eyes of strict women.
"I told you to take everything off!"
Ayaka reluctantly removed her bra, and finally her panties.
Standing in front of the flight attendant 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 lower body, upwards.
"Hmph!" "She really does look repulsive!"
Wang Yuli touched her 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 pay more attention
, but that was what 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 men smeared the thin, brownish-white fluid on Ayaka's breasts and inner thighs. "
What are you two doing?"
“Let us teach you! I once had a drop applied to me, and I ended up playing with a man all night until the next morning
, and for three days in a row my body felt wet.”
Saying this, Yuri applied the drops all over Ayaka's body, finally including her vaginal opening.
“Okay! 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 putting them on.
“Wait, these are your shoes.
” Yuri pulled out very high heels. Northern Airlines used to require flight attendants to wear higher heels than other airlines
, but shoes this high were still uncommon.
Ayaka frowned as she put them on; the shoes were incredibly tight, probably two sizes too small, and there
were sharp points on her thumb and little toe, and even protrusions on the soles. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"We'll let you take it off when we get back to Japan."
Yuri fastened the locks on her 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 violates the rules."
"Aren't you going to be the president's wife someday? Nobody dares to 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 you can't do anything like this."
Although they said that, they absolutely wouldn't listen.

Ayaka

tried to straighten the skirt several times to cover herself.
Passengers entering first class and other cabins swarmed around her, their eyes glued to her ultra-mini skirt 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 ultra-short miniskirts anywhere in Roppongi at night,
but it's a different story when it's worn by an international flight attendant.
There are quite a few long-legged flight attendants at Northern Eastern Airlines, but none are as beautiful as Ayaka.
It's not just because half her height is in her legs; the curves of her gait are also remarkably
well-proportioned.
She's more provocative than a completely naked woman.
Although it was a super short mini-skirt, it was only about ten centimeters below her buttocks. But today, Ayaka was wearing one that was
only three centimeters below her buttocks.
Therefore, from behind, the line she least wanted to be seen was completely exposed.
And when she had to bend over to take food from the food cart and hand it to a customer, her round buttocks,
and even her black underwear, were inevitably revealed.
But what bothered Ayaka more than the shame was the burning itchiness all over her body.
To be more precise, it was the itchiness on her breasts, vulva, and mouth—the areas smeared with liquid.
If no one was watching, she really wanted to take off her clothes, rub her breasts, and rub her labia!
In addition, those 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 serve.
"Excuse me, ma'am!"
After serving the food, a customer from the central area suddenly called out to 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, wearing her high heels, stepped forward.
"Excuse me, could you help me with that bag up there?"
The customer, his bald head flushed from drinking, looked up at Ayaka with bloodshot, narrow eyes.
"Yes, is this the bag?"
Ayaka opened her suitcase and took out a black bag.
Although her uniform wasn't a one-piece dress, when she lifted her upper body, the skirt would still ride up a few centimeters
.
The bald customer and the long-faced man next to him, of course, wouldn't miss this opportunity.
The horse-faced man peered down into her groin, while the bald man reached out his hairy hand to grab her firm thigh.
"Ah! Guest..."
Ayaka put down the bag, somewhat taken aback, but still gave the bald man a stern look.
"Please don't play pranks!"
She had some experience with customers touching her, but openly touching
her thigh was still embarrassing, since usually it was just a touch on the buttocks.
The other passengers were also watching intently, and many were simply there for the spectacle.
"A prank? We were just trying to help you because you were wobbling!"
the bald man brazenly replied loudly, startling Ayaka.
"Sorry, I made a mistake, but I'm used to it. I can carry it without your help." "
Such a forced smile.
Oh! My good intentions have been misunderstood!"
Ayaka quickly handed the bag to the bald man.
"Sorry!"

IV.

When Japanese people act collectively, they become completely unrestrained, but at this moment, no one dared to question Ayaka's decisive attitude.
"
Where are we going?"
After selling the duty-free goods and while a movie was playing, Yuri stopped Ayaka, who was about to go to the restroom.
"How can you just go to the restroom like that? You're not going to masturbate because a customer touched you,
are 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...unable to resist.
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, guest?"
A blond man sat by the window at the very back of first class.
"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 can'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 had no integrity whatsoever.
But the man seemed completely unconcerned.
"You have an obligation to satisfy me." "
..." He took out the chain around his neck and showed it to her.
Fortunately, there were only seats on the left side of 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 Jackson. Your greeting isn't enough for me. You seem to have forgotten something important?"
Aya Kaori moved closer to Jackson and lifted her skirt to curtsy, then sat down
next to him as he had instructed.
"What beautiful legs!"
Jackson lifted her skirt again with his hairy hands.
(Ah!)
Aya Kaori suppressed the sound that was about to escape. The sweet feeling surged again when her thighs were touched,
and this time it was even more intense.
The way he touched her was different from the bald man's earlier; it was a gentle way, 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 the back of her ear and
licking it with his tongue.
Although it was a gentle way, it was very clingy.
Ayaka suddenly frowned, revealing a very blissful expression. Jack's technique was too good.
And Jack's tongue slipped into the entrance of her ear, and it felt as if her throat, mouth, whole body, and even the tip of her tongue were
enveloped in flames, creating an intense sensation.
The caresses that had initially felt humiliating had somehow become a little itchy.
"Open your legs!"
Although she hesitated a little, she had no choice but to open her legs because she could not disobey her master's command. His hand reached to the tip and
began to caress.
An unprecedentedly intense sensation, his fingers began to caress the upper part of her vulva, and Ayaka could not help but let out a
moan.
"You're really soaking wet, no wonder you're a slave flight attendant."
Seeing that reaction, Jack increased his speed.
Wow! Finally, unable to hold back any longer, almost crying out, Ayaka fell into the mire of sensual pleasure.
"Is there a place where we can be alone?"
Ayaka couldn't wait to hear this.
"There's a lounge for first-class passengers."
Ayaka obeyed and lay down on the bed, wrapping her arms around Jack's head.
Jack, holding her long-awaited body, grasped her breasts and unhesitatingly lifted her super-short mini-
skirt.
Wow! Another sound escaped her hot throat. This was just a customer they'd met for the first time, yet she could
engage in such intimate behavior with him—it was unbelievable even to herself.
But perhaps because he was a foreigner and didn't know her background, she could play with him.
Jack held Ayaka's tongue tightly in his mouth, probing her lips with his own.
After removing her uniform, he revealed a beautiful D-cup, and his beast-like tongue darted 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

zipped up his pants and walked out of the lounge satisfied.
Ayaka 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 approached them. It was the same
guy who had just casually touched Ayaka's foot. Several city councilors followed him.
"We're sleepy."
"This way, please."
Ayaka returned to the lounge.
After opening the curtains to let the bald man in, Ayaka went in to explain, followed by the three men
. The shortest of the three quickly pulled the curtains shut.
"The rest of you guests, please sleep somewhere else!"
Ayaka urged them, but they didn't move and surrounded her.
"What's wrong?"
Ayaka felt the atmosphere was a little scary, but still glanced at the men.
"Serve us all too! Like that foreigner!" "
..." The bald man said, grabbing the miniskirt and rolling it up.
This instantly aroused the lust of the other men.
"What are you doing?" "
Take your filthy hands off me!"
The short man grabbed her from behind, his wrists 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 because her thigh had just been touched, she was losing some self-control
.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have given those who bullied others a second thought.
"You can serve those foreign devils, why can't you serve us? Do you want to treat us like country bumpkins
?"
"I didn't! But this is so ungentlemanly!"
"What did you say?"
"Then we can tell your company about you and that foreign devil, right?"
"......"
"Go ahead! There's no evidence anyway!" "
Really? You'll regret it!"
"It's okay, take your dirty hands off!"
Saying this, she removed the man's hands and straightened her disheveled clothes.
As Ayaka was straightening her clothes, she noticed the man with long sideburns wearing a gold chain and thought, "It can't be just a random
person wearing such a chain, can it?"
"Listen again, is it 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
."
Saying this, the one with sideburns blatantly touched her.
She resisted the urge to hit them, but grabbed their groping hands.
"What are you trying to do? Do you think you're reflecting on your actions?"
Ayaka quickly let go, while the other three gradually revealed their lecherous expressions.
The one with sideburns pulled up her skirt again, touching the depths of her panties.
"Ah!"
"Looks like you're starting to understand your situation!"

Riku,

Mukai's hand was on her neck, and he pulled down her panties. At this moment, Ayaka felt no shame
or fear, but rather a sense of anticipation, and her body instantly heated up.
She was then pushed onto the bed by the horse-faced man and the mustachioed man. The horse-faced man lay down, leaning against the wall, and pressed his mouth against
her ear, while the mustachioed man sucked on her breast.
Their hands were simultaneously placed on her feet, approaching her at an unpleasant angle.
Deep within her naked thighs, her wet, flower-like lips, covered by black hair, were revealed.
And from the depths of those narrow lips flowed warm fluid.
Ayaka was enveloped in pleasure, her high-heeled feet slightly bent.
Ayaka felt her current position was utterly repulsive, but it also showed that her desire
had reached a considerably high level.
And being watched by four men like this caused her to continuously ejaculate.
As Mukai's face pressed against her flower-like lips, he let out a sound like a moan, desperately sucking on those wet, glistening lips.
He began sucking frantically from below, then around, sliding his tongue towards the pink entrance
.
"Oh! Oh..."
His tongue teased the inner petals, drawing them out; at this moment, Ayaka's desire was saturated
.
His tongue then attacked the most sensitive depths.
"Ugh! Ah..."
Her whole body was driven to its peak by desire.
"Gentlemen, let's launch a sandwich attack!"
Urged on by the man with sideburns, Mukai quickly pulled down his pants, thrusting his erect glans into Ayaka's
unsuspecting vagina.
When that scalding tip pierced through, Ayaka's mind went completely blank due to intense anticipation and lust
.
As it was penetrated, her burning body reacted intensely.
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 hand with sideburns.
"Ugh..."
She enveloped the penis with her lips, emitting a sound like a mournful cry.
Her mouth, of course, also felt a delicious sensation.
Ayaka then pushed the penis deep into her throat.
The pent-up emotions made Ayaka's limbs tremble, and her clitoris burned fiercely.
Oral sex was merely foreplay to please the man. Sexual
intercourse was originally a way for a man to serve a woman, to dedicate his body, soul, reputation, and wealth to her
.
Ayaka believed she possessed that value.
In fact, Ayaka had to admit that she also enjoyed oral sex.
"How is it, sir? How does the flight attendant's pussy feel?"
Asked by the man with the sideburns, Mukai put on an even more energetic performance.
"The tightness is just right, and the wetness 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 gradually let out a whimpering sound. Although
overwhelmed by excitement, she still didn't forget her technique.
"Sir, shall I make her even tighter?" The
man with the sideburns took his glans out of Ayaka's mouth, turned her around, and pressed the glans 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 sideburns said, inserting his fingers into Ayaka's vagina.
The impact was so great that Ayaka was momentarily stunned, then 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 exploded, thick fluid flowing from her vagina, and her uterus filled with hot
semen.
"Ugh...
" Just as Ayaka's lust was about to subside, the man with the mustache seemed to be chasing her, spraying semen onto her face.
"Wow!"
"That's great!"
Ayaka abandoned her usual high standards as a flight attendant and performed even more energetically.

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