The flight attendants' warm service

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 was rushing to finish documents for a business trip and didn't even have time to shower. 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 to indicate she didn't mind. The cool sensation of the wet wipes
made my penis grow even larger. After the flight attendant finished wiping my penis, she knelt quietly before me, her face
directly above 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, forcefully prying it open with the glans. The flight attendant seemed startled
, but offered no resistance as I roughly forced my penis into her mouth. The deep penetration of the glans seemed to reach
her throat; she reflexively spat out and coughed a few times.

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

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

This time, I inserted myself more slowly, carefully watching my glans and penis slowly 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 , and the flight attendant looked into my eyes, letting me test her to my heart's content. Finally, I pushed all the way in, my entire penis
entering the flight attendant's mouth. I found my scrotum pressed against the flight attendant's chin, her pubic hair brushing against
the tip of her nose, and I could clearly feel her warm breath coming out. The flight attendant still had her beautiful eyes open, witnessing all of this.

My glans kept feeling slight pressure, as if the flight attendant was trying her best to avoid touching the back of her throat to
prevent coughing. My heart was churning. I had 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 bright red with embarrassment.

After admiring her for a while, I began to slowly move my hips, initiating a piston-like motion. The flight attendant also gently sucked and swallowed, looking down
to see 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 the glans...it felt indescribably
good!

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

Suddenly, the flight attendant moved away.

Huh? My god! The flight attendant bent down even lower, tilted her head, and began to lick my scrotum with her tongue. Such a noble
and beautiful flight attendant would do something like this!?

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

Then, a pressure came from my scrotum, and she began to stir it with her tongue and mouth, the pressure perfectly controlled—a little uncomfortable yet
incredibly pleasurable . After a while, she gently pulled her mouth away from my scrotum, pulling it out like a mochi. Ha! Saliva was
connecting my scrotum and the flight attendant's lips, gradually breaking off due to gravity. I'd never seen such an exaggerated scene!

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

Good heavens! It was that same elegant and professional smile again. The beauty who had been licking her scrotum just ten seconds ago was now smiling
sweetly . I couldn't help but admire the dedication and training of the newly selected Z-train attendant.

"Satisfied! But..." Actually, what had just happened had already given me a great feeling, but I still deliberately used a sarcastic
tone .

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

"Would you like some water?" she asked.

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

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

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

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

"Thank you!" I took the cup she handed me. "Would you like some 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! ...To take it a step 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 get..." I
asked cautiously.

"Ah! Of course, the full service...How could we only provide half the service? Customer first!" The flight attendant
understood and smiled at me with a wink.

"However..." the flight attendant continued to explain, "To avoid serious disputes between flight attendants and passengers, that is to say..."
"For an unplanned pregnancy, we'll 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 a pretty pink condom in her hand.

I nodded in understanding.

"Um...can I ask you a few questions?"

"Please!"

"May I ask your name?" I noticed the name tag on the flight attendant's chest only showed the carriage number and her personal
number , not her name.

"I'm sorry! We can't disclose flight attendants' names."

"Is that also a rule?"

The flight attendant nodded slightly.

"How old are you? Are you married?" I continued, "Asking that isn't against the rules, is it?"

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

Suddenly, the flight attendant acted like a little girl, the distant relationship between passenger and attendant
instantly closing the distance.

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

"It's nothing special. There are several hundred of us in this batch of train attendants, most of whom were originally from the 'T-train,' and we also
recruited dozens of college and vocational school graduates from the public. After 26 days of intensive closed training," the flight attendant proudly told me
. "I have a bachelor's degree, which is considered high among train attendants, so I and other key staff 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 flight attendant
pouted a little annoyed.

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

"Every flight attendant serving on the Z-train is proud of it! " Putting aside the pay, the Z-train operating environment is extremely
comfortable, and the service intensity is very low. Furthermore, our leaders highly respect every employee and never deceive
them . This was mentioned to everyone who joined the Z-train team. Providing this service is the employee's obligation, and
the superiors will do their best to resolve any problems employees encounter. Anyone who wants to leave the Z-train team will receive a generous service bonus,
more than ten years' salary for an ordinary train attendant. Employee information is top secret and completely unknown to outsiders. Names are not displayed
to avoid future trouble from passengers, so there are no worries about the future. The superiors' approach has earned
the employees ' trust, and everyone cooperates fully. Saying we're in a special industry is the most serious insult! Because we
are official railway staff, many people would kill to get in!

"I'm sorry… I didn't mean it that way!" 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 services on the train!" "

Huh?"

"With so many passengers on the bus, it's obvious! The service recipients are chosen by the attendants themselves. I'll let you in
on a secret: we won't choose passengers who aren't really good!" the flight attendant said playfully, as if revealing a secret.

"So I was chosen by you!" A flutter of excitement welled up inside me.

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

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

I immediately realized I couldn't answer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay!" "

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

The flight attendant knelt high on her knees, her upper body straight, her waist, hips, and knees forming a straight line—a truly beautiful posture! After gently kissing the head of my
penis, her alluring eyes met mine. She opened her lips and took my penis into her mouth. I
gently held her head, and then my penis..." The flight attendant deliberately
protruded , mimicking a child's kiss, only with a sausage in the middle—a sight that was incredibly alluring.

She maintained this expression for about ten moments, then deliberately sucked hard with her mouth. My penis felt a distinct suction; her once
full, round cheeks suddenly sunken like holes, like a baby sucking on a pacifier—a rather strange sight, but on this beautiful
flight attendant's face, it possessed an indescribable novelty.

A moment later, she pressed my penis against one cheek like a toothbrush, causing her round cheek to suddenly puff out, and...
She stroked it from side to side like brushing her teeth, the friction of her moist oral cavity against her teeth sending me into a state of extreme pleasure, a sensation that was both heavenly and hellish.

After a few rounds of repeated thrusting, 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 put her mouth back on my penis. 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 strokes, sending waves of continuous 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 for as long as possible. Amidst 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! The combination every man dreams of! My God!

After several minutes of intense oral sex, the flight attendant's neck was glistening with sweat from the exertion, and her ears
were 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
yet . I want to ejaculate deep inside her!"

"Uh…okay! I want…I want…" I stammered, unsure how to express myself.

The flight attendant looked up, gave me a knowing smile, then stood up and pulled her hairpin from her hair.
With a "whoosh," her high-coiled bun suddenly came undone, and her long, black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

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

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

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

"Does it look good?" The flight attendant seemed confident in her figure; the curves of her long legs were
reminiscent of European and American athletes.

She skillfully removed her panties, 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 bright garter belts, I saw a patch of glossy black pubic hair—
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 penis. 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 sensation was indescribable.

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

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

My heart skipped a beat! These words were more exciting than a thousand words; they brought me a sense of awe!

The flight attendant began to gradually sway her hips, from slow to fast, from gentle to intense. She possessed incredibly skillful technique;
her full body rose and fell against me, repeatedly engulfing my thick penis. Her vulva, like an abalone,
seemed .

I also thrust fiercely back, penetrating deep into her vagina again and again, my glans repeatedly striking her cervix,
then withdrawing, then penetrating again.

We made love so wantonly, without changing positions, with her riding me the whole time.

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 trembling, round and high, each nipple topped with a glistening, rosy
clitoris, proudly erect, as if looking down on everything.

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

So soft and tender!

My hands involuntarily squeezed them.

The clitoris protruded even more because of my squeezing, and the areolas began to spread and enlarge. I gazed
at those clitoris, feeling how delicate, how proud they were! I lowered my head and licked the clitoris 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 heaving slightly. Her "riding" position changed, and she groaned, "Sir...I can't take it anymore..." I wasn't going to let her off so easily! I put her down, then had her straddle my lap with her back to me. I reached around to her front and gripped her breasts tightly, rhythmically thrusting in and out in sync with my knees. "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." The flight attendant let out short moans of pleasure. I stood up, holding her waist, and she pushed back tightly as if afraid of being separated. I thrust harder, matching the flight attendant's ecstatic state. I wanted to go faster, but I had already reached my limit. The flight attendant braced herself against the wall in front of her, arching her hips and twisting her waist. I held her tightly from behind and began long thrusts. After rubbing against the walls of her vagina, I thrust all the way in at once, the cervix flattened by the huge glans, each thrust stimulating her rectum. "Ah!" Unlike her previous experiences, the length and girth of the penis were incomparable. The flight attendant looked up at the ceiling, her back arching upwards. As the enormous penis entered, her full breasts swayed, and the curves of her abdomen rose and fell like waves. "Ah...uh..." My whole body arched back as the penis thrust upwards violently. Such vigorous movements, if performed by an average man, probably wouldn't last ten minutes. "Ah..."

The penis pressed against her cervix, forcing the flight attendant to stand on her tiptoes. Her beautiful buttocks were arched upwards, a testament to her
athleticism; her long, shapely legs resembled those of European or American athletes.

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

Her labia clung to the penis, and with each thrust, a soft, wet sound escaped her lips.

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

"I'm going to cum!"

the flight attendant exclaimed, quickly reaching orgasm.

"Hey…this feels good, doesn't it?"

Our genitals pressed together, rubbing against each other, the rotating motion stimulating my pubic hair against her labia majora.

"Ah…ah…"

With each lewd moan from the flight attendant, I changed tactics, preparing to bring her to the peak of pleasure.

"Mmm…mmm…"

When I reached the base, I aimed at her cervix, intoxicating her with pleasure, but calmly, without ejaculating.

The 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 train attendant let out a deep moan, her full breasts swaying.

"How does it feel?"

I asked, my right hand gripping her buttocks and reaching forward to find her clitoris. I pulled back the foreskin, revealing the sensitive clitoris, and squeezed it forcefully with my middle finger.

"Ah...ah..."

Her clitoris swelled to its limit, engorged with blood. I rubbed and rotated it with my fingers, continuing the piston-like motion,
the intense thrusts almost lifting her legs into the air.

"I'm coming..." the attendant cried, turning her head.

"Aren't you afraid someone will hear?" I teased her.

"It's okay, this compartment has soundproofing!" Lost in sweet ecstasy, the attendant
slid to the floor, and I followed, still thrusting forcefully into her as she lay prone.

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh? Is there a choice?"

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

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

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

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

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

For a moment, the only sounds in the room besides 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 down on my penis, directly facing her.

My glans opened rapidly, 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 spurt , the penis swaying wildly, sprayed haphazardly onto her face… As the ejaculation continued, the gun was emptying. Using
a glove to manipulate the penis, the remaining semen was pushed out, drops landing on her lips.

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

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

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

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

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

After admiring this beautiful sight, I took out a tissue from the side and gently wiped away the semen stains stuck to the flight attendant's eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

"I can do the rest myself, thank you!" After wiping away most of the semen, the flight attendant's face gradually returned to its clean state.
" 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 this flight attendant's appearance was somewhat similar to the woman I had just been intimate with...

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