Sex slave flight attendant dating

Ayaka Komori, emerging from Narita Airport, walked towards her parked Mercedes-Benz, a handbag in one hand.

Her white and blue scarf and royal blue uniform made her look exceptionally beautiful. Already a top model, she appeared even more captivating in the redesigned uniform from a year prior.

Previously, the flight attendants' uniforms had been criticized for being too monotonous, but the visionary president, Takaga, took over last year and changed the style.

First, the dark blue tones were replaced with royal blue, and then the jackets and skirts were replaced with pencil skirts, shortened to 15 centimeters above the knee, restoring the long-popular mini-skirt.

This change instantly created a more sexy atmosphere.

Initially, there were opposing opinions, especially from senior flight attendants and those who lacked confidence in pencil skirts; however, the new president's strong support for the idea won over male customers, resulting in a 100% increase in sales, and all objections disappeared.

Wearing that uniform, Ayaka attracted attention not only from ordinary passengers but also from airport staff.

Besides her superb figure, her neat and tidy hair, the way her face was accentuated by the blue cap, her elegant smile, and the inherently attractive intellectual aura of a flight attendant.

"No wonder she's a flight attendant for Taipei Eastern Airlines, so beautiful and captivating."

"Of course, she's the fiancée of the young president of Taipei Eastern Airlines!" "

What great taste! If I could get my hands on that stunning flight attendant, I'd die happy." "

Hey! That's too loud."

Ayaka, listening to the two guards' conversation, stopped in front of the Mercedes.

Finally, the driver, Yasunaga, noticed and got out, saying,

"Welcome back! Let me help you with your luggage."

He pulled up his almost-falling-down trousers as he took her purse.

When their hands touched, Ayaka quickly let go; they were sweaty hands, and even a slight touch sent shivers down her spine.

(Why would Yutaka use such a driver?)

Ayaka had always found it unbelievable. It wasn't that Yasunaga had acted particularly irrationally, but from their first meeting, she had a physiological sense of repulsion.

Yasunaga was a short man in his mid-thirties, with eyes that seemed to be constantly spying on something. His face was pale, and compared to his broad forehead, his nose and mouth were rather small. His large eyes were a cloudy, tea-colored color.

Just one look from those eyes sent chills down her spine.

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"Just take her back to the apartment, right?" "

Yes, thank you."

After their eyes met in the rearview mirror, Ayaka reflexively flashed her usual cheerful flight attendant smile, then crossed her legs, though she held her super-short miniskirt tightly with her hand.

"Tired from flying? Please take a rest." " Thank

you."

It was indeed very troublesome to maintain a smile, and she was very sleepy.

Her lower back always ached after flying.

And her most confident feature, her feet, were swollen from being confined in high heels for so long.

Even so, she felt no sleepiness in front of this driver. Just thinking about his eyes secretly watching her sent chills down her spine. To be precise, the fact that they were both breathing the same air in such a cramped space already made Ayaka very uncomfortable.

Although she knew this feeling was wrong, she couldn't explain this natural emotional reaction.

After a while, the car slowed down and stopped.

"What's wrong, Mr. Yasunaga?"

Ayaka's voice was somewhat flustered, because there were no gas stations around, only a few houses.

"Wait a minute!"

A strange smile appeared on Yasunaga's lips.

"Mr. Yasunaga!" "

I'll be leaving soon."

Yasunaga flashed a gleaming white smile, and at the same time, the back doors on both sides of the car opened, and two black men got in.

"What are you doing?"

The car sped away again, and at that moment, Ayaka felt a large hand press down on her shoulder and chest.

"Hey! Yasunaga...

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As soon as she opened her mouth, a strong smell of medicine assaulted her nostrils. A

moment later, Ayaka lost consciousness… Blindfolded,

Ayaka felt a bright light.

Upon regaining consciousness, she realized her hands were bound behind her back and her eyes were blindfolded.

After a journey of over an hour, Ayaka was taken to a basement room that resembled a warehouse, the entire room without a single window.

Ryu removed the blindfold, but Ayaka's body was bound to a metal chair, and a black leather strap was stuffed into her mouth.

"How does it feel?"

Through the light and the camera supported by three tripods, Yasunaga could be seen standing there, grinning lewdly.

"Your hat fell off."

He placed the hat he was holding on Ayaka's head.

"You've been selected by the organization as a slave candidate; now we'll test your reaction to being a slave."

Hearing Yasunaga's unreasonable words, Ayaka felt a sense of despair. "

If you swear to become a sex slave, I'll unlock the chains for you, and you can strip naked and have sex with me; if you don't want to, you can wear this uniform and let me slowly play with you. How about it? Want to swear?"

"No…

"

Ayaka shook her head, trembling all over.

"Oh…

then there's no other way."

Yasunaga's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached into the blue jacket between the chains and pulled out her breasts.

"Mmm…

"

Ayaka's mouth gaped open, her body writhing uncomfortably from the violation.

"Such beautiful breasts!"

She could feel her breasts being held in Yasunaga's rough hands even through the uniform.

His hands were roughly kneading her body. A man who didn't know how to caress her like this was absolutely unacceptable; she wouldn't allow him to possess her body, nor would she date him.

"Not satisfied with just touching her clothes!"

Yasunaga began unbuttoning her shirt, one button, two buttons…

until her snow-white breasts were revealed.

"Oh…

"

Ayaka groaned, biting her belt. The mere touch of this man terrified her; the

thought of his hands touching her breasts was unbearable. The fear, shame, and humiliation that drove her to the brink of madness made her want to scream.

Yasunaga had now completely unbuttoned her shirt, and his demonic hand was about to slip inside.

"Oh…

"

Ayaka frowned and closed her eyes.

But she desperately endured it, her hands clenched tightly behind the chair.

This man wanted to see her suffering, to see her begging him with tears in her eyes.

She had no choice but to endure it. She didn't want to abandon her dignity for this kind of despicable man, she didn't want to become a submissive woman.

Suppressing the goosebumps rising all over her body and the urge to scream, Ayaka faced him directly.

Yasunaga's fingers climbed onto her nipple.

Ayaka opened her eyes, looking at him pitifully.

If it weren't for this restriction on a woman's freedom, he would be a utterly useless and despicable man.

Finally, he released her breast, then knelt down in front of the chair, his eyes fixed on her thighs, tearing her black stockings as he faced her miniskirt.

The miniskirt, which was 15 centimeters above the knee, naturally became 10 centimeters shorter on the chair.

"What beautiful legs!"

Yasunaga drooled, placing his hands on his knees.

"Oh...

"

Ayaka's long legs trembled, tightly pressed together. Everyone said that Ayaka was the biggest beneficiary of the new miniskirt.

And privately, some people said that the new president, Yutaka, would also be unable to resist the temptation of those beautiful legs.

That was indeed true.

Because every time he saw Ayaka wearing a miniskirt on a date, he would get particularly excited, and in bed, he would kiss her feet from head to toe.

If the rumors were wrong, they might just refer to those legs.

And those legs were now being caressed and rubbed against Yasunaga's cheek.

"Open your legs!"

Yasunaga, growing increasingly excited, said, swallowing hard. Ayaka

instinctively closed her thighs tightly.

"What's wrong?"

Ayaka glared at Yasunaga.

"There's no other way!"

Yasunaga stood up and pressed a button, and two black men immediately entered.

Her face changed drastically; her body was tightly bound.

"Open this slave flight attendant's legs." "

Yes, boss!"

The two black men, holding chains, squatted on either side of Ayaka, their hands prying her legs apart.

"Ah!"

She tried to break free, but the strength of their hands was too great; her ankles were instantly bound to the chair legs.

Ayaka's legs were spread wide, but she still desperately tried to close them.

"Still trying to resist?"

Yasunaga's voice came from behind; he loosened the leather strap in his mouth and looked directly at Ayaka.

Ayaka took a deep breath and cried out,

"No, please don't...

"

All the humiliation she had suffered was released in one breath.

"Unlock it now! I will never forgive you! I'll tell Yutaka everything! You'd better watch out!"

"Let me see your panties!"

"No, I'd rather die!"

Yasunaga gestured to the two black men, who immediately grabbed her legs and fastened the lock near her knees.

"No...

no...

"

Despite her desperate resistance, her thighs ignored her will and spread wide.

"Oh...

"

With her thighs spread and secured, Ayaka could only bite her lip and lower her head.

Her miniskirt, already twenty-five centimeters above her knees, rose even higher due to her spread thighs.

"You can see her panties completely now!"

Yasunaga stood face-to-face, relentlessly staring into the deepest part of her miniskirt.

"Ah...

"

Ayaka knew struggling was futile; she could only try to close her legs tightly.

Although her skin was unharmed and there had been no other caresses, Ayaka already felt utterly miserable.

Normally, to ensure everyone could see her legs, which were always clad in ultra-short miniskirts or dresses, she would never wear anything else underneath—that was standard fashion.

If the other person were someone she truly loved, perhaps she could forgive them, but that would only apply to their time in bed. But no matter how much they loved each other, even if it was Yuta, it was impossible for her to spread her legs wide like an adult film actress while wearing a miniskirt.

Moreover, the person standing before her now was a lowly driver, a servant, and the uniform she was wearing only brought Ayaka more humiliation.

She'd heard that male passengers on Taipei Airlines almost always hoped to see the underwear under their royal blue miniskirts.

But despite the expectation, elegant flight attendants would never give themselves away—that was the difference between them and adult film actresses; that subtle, yet unseen distance was like a thick wall.

"Oh! Black!" Yasunaga

knelt down, placing his face between her knees, which were spread at a ninety-degree angle, his eyes fixed on the depths of her miniskirt.

Her feet, encased in stockings, and the mounds of her breasts, covered by black panties, revealed a sensual allure.

"Do you always wear black when you fly?" Yasunaga

asked with a greedy expression, as if he were about to pull off the stockings and lick them thoroughly .

"How is it?"

"None of your business!"

Ayaka replied, trembling.

Besides her first-rate breasts, thighs, hips, and voluptuous body, Ayaka's genitals must also have a perfect shape.

Whether her thighs were open or closed, they possessed an alluring curve.

Yasunaga swallowed hard, scrutinizing Ayaka from head to toe in her uniform.

Then he imagined the beautiful and elegant Ayaka spreading her legs in that seductive pose.

For Bao Yong, the most precious things now were his blue uniform, black underwear, stockings, high heels, and the lingering smell of sweat from his long flight.

A stimulating, arousing scent emanated from his spread thighs.

Yasunaga felt a wave of dizziness, and he could feel his masculinity rising between his legs.

The air was filled with Ayaka's unique scent after her flight, a healthy and fragrant aroma.

Yasunaga groaned as he moved closer to his left thigh and kissed it.

The thigh trembled even more as it received the elasticity and stimulation.

Yasunaga felt the allure emanating from the thigh more and more.

No matter how much Ayaka usually disliked him, this leg was now truly his.

Next, Yasunaga looked at his right leg.

Everyone has two legs, but why did Ayaka possess legs that combined elegance and sensuality, so alluring? Yasunaga felt so happy that he suddenly sobbed.

He kissed his right thigh while tears streamed down his face,

feeling his desire gradually rising.

Between these two thighs was a mature honeypot, a treasure trove of supreme sensuality.

He pressed his face close, revealing the small mounds bulging within the black underwear, a fragrant sensuality that could shatter any male rationality.

He slowly brought his nose and mouth closer.

A surge of electric-like pleasure shot straight to the heavens.

Taking a breath felt like a fuse.

The smell of post-flight sweat and the natural fragrance brought Yasunaga's manhood to unparalleled satisfaction.

The pleasure he felt between the legs of the international flight attendant was released in an instant.

"Slave flight attendant, say your name."

Yasunaga asked from behind the camera, staring at Ayaka's miniskirt.

"What is this? Stop playing around!"

Ayaka cried out, feeling the coolness between her legs.

"Answer the question, slave flight attendant!"

"No!" "

I can't help it."

Yasunaga sent another signal.

The two men from before came over, untied the ropes binding Ayaka's back, immediately tied them to her head again, unlocked the locks on her feet, and hoisted her up with a motor.

Those two beautiful feet were hoisted off the ground.

"I'll ask you one more time, what's your name?" "

Ugh...

"

Ayaka glared at him.

"Ah...

"

The bald man reached his hand under her miniskirt and touched her buttocks.

"No!"

Her buttocks were perfectly rounded, encased in black stockings and girdles.

"You wretched buttocks!"

Yasunaga glared at her firm, bouncy buttocks, pacing back and forth.

"Ugh...

don't touch me, it's dirty!"

Ayaka cried out, forgetting the pain in her hands.

Then, a whip struck her buttocks.

"Ah!"

The pain pierced her to the core, and Ayaka curled up like a shrimp.

"What are you doing?" "

Tell me your name!"

"You know!"

Ayaka was slapped twice more.

"Name?"

"Komori Ayaka."

"Occupation?"

"International flight attendant."

"Age?"

"Twenty-four...

"

"Height?" "

176 centimeters...

" "

Bust size?"

"..."

The whip lashed across her chest.

"Ninety-three!"

Ayaka bit her beautiful lower lip.

"Cup size?"

"D cup!"

There were no E cups in Japan, and bras were all imported.

"Hips?"

Yasunaga's hand roamed over her rounded buttocks.

"Ninety-three."

"When was your first time?"

"..."

"Answer me!"

The whip struck her thigh again.

"Ah!"

Ayaka's hands, which were dangling from her thigh, recoiled.

"When I was sixteen!"

she said hoarsely.

"Who was it?" "Well, with you... " Ayaka looked at Yasunaga, swallowing her words. She hadn't told anyone about this; it was the last thing Ayaka wanted to talk about. " A high school classmate!" " You liked having sex back then,

didn't you ?" " No... " she uttered, before the whip lashed out again. "That's enough, isn't it?" A few more lashes landed on her legs. "Say you like it!" "No!" The whip struck a few more times. "Say you like it!" "No!" The muscles in her thighs were already bruised, and the weight on her wrists added to the sharp pain. "Say it!" The whip fell rapidly. "My little one... " Ayaka cried out. "Ah!" The whip flew up to her wrists. "Say it! Slave flight attendant!" "Ugh... ugh... I like it!" she murmured. "Louder!" The whip lashed out again. "I like... making love... " she murmured, her eyes lowered, biting her lip. "How many times a week do you and the president do it?" "Not that often!" The international flight attendant spent almost half a month abroad each week. "You can see each other every day in Japan! You do it every day when you meet, right?" " I love Yudoka!"

"I didn't ask you those questions!"

The whip lashed out again.

"You lecherous flight attendant, tell me the order of your erogenous zones!"

"Hmm! Breasts, ears, lips, back!"

"One more!"

"Ah! Inner thighs!"

Her hands, gripping the lock, were already drenched in sweat.

"Then...

don't you feel anything here?"

Yasunaga reached into her underwear.

"Hmm! I can feel something...

" "

What? Where do you feel something? Explain yourself!"

"My...

genitals...

"

The beautiful flight attendant answered carefully to maintain her image.

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll give you another whipping: one on the face, three on the breasts, ten on the buttocks, thirteen on the thighs. Choose whichever you prefer."

"Devil...

"

Neither side felt comfortable.

"Okay, then my buttocks!"

"You...

"

Ayaka stared blankly at Yasunaga, but his whip fell mercilessly.

"Oh...

ah...

"

Ayaka cried out, her whole body aching from numbness, except for her buttocks.

After the buttocks were finished, they moved to her beautiful legs.

"If you lie again, I'll slap you, understand?"

Ayaka's head was lifted up.

"Ah! Okay...

"

she groaned.

"What position do you like?"

"Nutritional position!" "

Others? Don't you like being from behind?"

"No!"

"Have you ever done it from behind?"

"No!" "

Then this ass is still a virgin, you get the highest score."

She opened her eyes and looked at Yasunaga, seeing him pressing on something.

"No problem with your breasts or buttocks, let's do a physical fitness test!"

"What is that?"

"That's a test that will determine your future, good luck!"

Finally, she was taken off, her hands were untied, she almost lost all feeling, her legs were numb, but she still quickly pulled down her miniskirt and straightened her clothes.

"What are you doing?" "Take it all off, you sex slave!" "

Ah!"

Ayaka swallowed hard. Before her stood that despicable short man. If her hands and feet were free, she wouldn't lose to him, but because there were two others behind him, she dared not act rashly. No, it should be said that Yasunaga had a huge organization behind him.

"What's wrong?"

Yasunaga looked at Ayaka with a whip in hand.

"Don't use violence!"

She took a breath, placed her hands on her uniform, frowned, and began to take off her skirt. Although she felt indignant, she couldn't voice it.

The uniform was a flight attendant's badge of honor; both men and women longed for it. Wearing the international uniform meant being selected for excellence.

After taking off her skirt, she began to take off her top.

"Take off your stockings first!"

Ayaka glared at him and began to take off her stockings. Yasunaga then told her to put her shoes back on.

After taking off her top and bra, she was left with only high heels, black panties, and a white and blue scarf. Ayaka closed her legs tightly and hugged her chest with both hands.

"Let your hair down!"

She frowned, then removed the hairpins from the back, letting her long hair cascade down like a flood.

The rich, feminine curls added to her allure.

"Take your hands away!"

Yasunaga said in a dry voice. Although he had already ejaculated once, seeing the beautiful Ayaka standing before him in only her underwear reignited his lust.

"I really want to play with you for hours!"

he said, reaching for Ayaka's breasts again.

Ayaka was startled and pushed Yasunaga's hands away.

"Stand still!"

Two bright red handprints appeared on her face.

"What are you doing?"

she glared at him, and then received another punch. Although Yasunaga looked frail, his punch was surprisingly powerful.

"Ouch!"

Ayaka's naked body arched.

"Stand still, you slave flight attendant!"

Ayaka looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and pleaded with him ,

"Don't be violent!" "I told you to stand still, didn't you hear me!" "I know!" She steeled herself and nodded in agreement. Yasunaga grasped her breasts and kneaded them against her chest. "Spread your legs!" "..." Ayaka frowned and spread her beautiful legs.

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