#omnipotence
A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Barcelona by The Sympathetic Devil
Author’s note: This story takes place approximately one month after the events of “Not Guilty by Reason of Omnipotence”
Shawna sighed. The transatlantic flights always depressed her. One of these days she was going to have to actually enjoy Barcelona. Foreign travel was why she had become a flight attendant, after all.
But it wouldn’t be this flight. Or the next. She was always so exhausted by the time they got there. The passengers never gave her a moment’s rest. By the time everyone was off and all her paperwork was done, she desperately needed to get to her hotel and sleep. But the airline was so tight these days that they only wanted to give her the rest time mandated by law. Then it was back to work and back aboard a plane. Her long layovers always seemed to be back home in Raleigh. That way the airline didn’t have to shell out for a hotel.
At least she had pulled First Class for the flight. Obnoxious, entitled rich people were better than obnoxious, entitled middle-class people any day. In the expensive seats were the standard mix of those that could afford them: A pair of business men discussing their stock portfolios. A pair of business women discussing how to best get promoted. A cute retired couple happily spending their children’s inheritance. And a man in his 50s with a woman in her 20s with breast implants. She could have been his daughter, but with 10 years in the air, Shawna could spot a trophy wife or a mistress a mile away.
She had served the pre-flight drinks and now was watching the rubes in coach file past. Not her problem today. Cheryl counted them off, then gave a tight smile to Shawna and said “That’s all of them.”
They were closing the door when a young man coming down the boarding ramp called out “Hold a moment, please.”
Shawna stared at Cheryl, who started back, perplexed. Why would Monica be letting anyone down the ramp? The flight was full. No one had mentioned anyone on stand by.
“I’m sorry sir; there must have been some…” Shawna started.
Then she stopped. The young man was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt with colors that were never meant to be anywhere near each other, together with white golf shorts and flip flops. Tacky, but not unheard of in her experience.
But his companion…The outfit she wore was easily the most outrageous thing anyone had ever tried to board a plane in. She made Kyla Ebbert look like a nun.
She was Asian. Possibly Japanese. At least she had her glossy black hair tied up in pigtails on top of her head so that they curved up and down like bunny ears, like in one of those Japanese cartoon shows.
Her top… Shawna didn’t know what to call it. She would call it a bikini, but it looked like it would completely fall apart if you got it wet. She would call it a bra, but it didn’t seem to provide any support whatsoever for the woman’s jutting and jiggling, obviously implanted, breasts.
It consisted of two triangles of hot pink fabric about as broad as a man’s hand at the base. These were held on by the most fragile-looking white lace, going around her neck from the tops of the triangles and around her back from the bottom. On each triangle the word “Yum” was embroidered so that it looked like cupcake frosting.
If you could manage to continue looking downward, the woman was wearing a pleated skirt of the same color, the white lace trimming above and below. It didn’t even cover half of her thighs.
Continuing downward, Shawna discovered the woman was wearing pink stripper-heels. How she had managed to make it down the ramp, Shawna couldn’t imagine.
Cheryl recovered first.
“I’m sorry,” she said with wrote professionalism. “I’m afraid you two are in the wrong place. What flight number is on your tickets?”
“Oh, we don’t have tickets,” the young man said, grinning. “We just felt like going to Europe on a lark so we figured we’d fly. In an airplane. And this is an airplane, right?”
“Oh!” Cheryl exclaimed. “Oh, yes it is! Right you are then! Welcome aboard!”
Her fellow flight attendant stepped back into the plane to let them in. Shawna looked back and forth, bewildered.
“What!?!” she exclaimed. “You can’t just…who are you?”
“This Mr. Jimmy-San!” the Japanese woman exclaimed. “He super-duper happy birthday! Me Yum-Yum!”
She pointed at her tits to prove her point.
“Yum-Yum Fukadonki! Me love Mr. Jimmy-San long time!”
“Sorry for the delay. We’ll just find our seats,” the young man said. “Come along Yum-Yum.”
“Yes Sir Mr. Jimmy-San!” she said.
<p>They walked right past Shawna. She was dumbfounded. This wasn’t right!
She found her will and stormed back into the plane. Cheryl and the young man were talking to the two business men, who were nodding while staring at Yum-Yum’s tits. This was outrageous! First class passengers were hers!
“I’m sorry these people are bothering you,” she told the men.
“Oh no bother!” the heavier one said. “We’re glad to give up our seats.”
“Certainly! Our privilege, really!” the thinner one agreed.”
“I’m sure we’ll find a nice place to stuff you,” Cheryl assured them. “Mr. Green tells me there’s room.”
“Who’s Mr. Green?” Shawna demanded.
“That’s me!” the young man said, raising a hand. “James Green. You can call me James. Or Jim. Or Jimmy. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
Comfortable? He expected her to be comfortable? Her first-class passengers were following Cheryl back to coach! His stripper girlfriend was sitting in the front aisle seat in a skirt that had just announced that she wasn’t wearing panties!
“This…this is unacceptable!” she exclaimed. “She can’t be dressed like that!”
So many things were wrong on so many levels, but Shawna had at least dealt with dress- code violations before, so she seized on the one thing that was familiar, albeit a ridiculously extreme case of the familiar.
“You no like Yum-Yum pretty clothes?” the Japanese woman asked in dismay. “No like Yum-Yum name on Yum-Yum titties?”
She looked back and forth between Shawna and her companion in confusion.
“We have standards here on Southern Comfort Airlines,” Shawna explained as she had before. “Ways of dress that would make other passengers uncomfortable are prohibited. I’ll need you to drape a blanket over your lap and put on this T-shirt before we take off.”
She grabbed a SCA t-shirt from the closet and wondered when she had resigned to letting them stay on the flight. The plane door was closed. Had Cheryl done that?
“I don’t think the other passengers are uncomfortable with Yum-Yum’s outfit,” the man called James Green reasoned with her. “Are you folks uncomfortable?”
“My pants are a little uncomfortable,” the retired gentleman admitted, to which his wife giggled and patted his crotch.
“Could she stand up and spin around?” one of the businesswomen asked.
“Yes!” Yum-Yum exclaimed, hopping up on her stripper heels and spinning around in the aisle so that her frilly skirt flew up and flashed both ass and well-groomed pussy as she cried out “Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!”
The businesswomen sighed and licked their lips.
“I think it’s a WONDERFUL outfit!” the one who had asked said.
“It’d look better on my hotel room floor,” the other one observed, and the two of them snickered and started whispering naughtily to each other.
“I want one just like it!” the trophy wife/mistress exclaimed.
“Oh, you’ll be getting one!” her sugar daddy assured her and started groping her tits while staring at Yum-Yum’s, clearly considering an upgrade.
“Well, the passengers aren’t uncomfortable,” James told Shawna. “But clearly you are and we don’t want to cause any problems. Yum-Yum, since it’s so important to Shawna, why don’t you go in the lavatory and change.”
“Yum-Yum try new clothes?” she asked. “Happy Birthday! Happy Yum-Yum!”
And so saying, the crazy Asian woman disappeared into the plane’s lavatory.
“Wait….what?” Shawna said.
The unticketed couple had boarded without any carry on luggage. Yum-Yum didn’t have so much as a purse. How could she…
Shawna went to knock on the lavatory door and demand the woman come out and put the T-shirt on. But the door opened before she could knock and Yum-Yum bounded out, tits-first.
“Hello Kitty!” she announced.
And indeed, her pigtails were gone and replaced with fluffy white cat ears on a head band. She had replaced the top with something even more indecent: a pair of Hello Kitty pasties covering each nipple. The iconic Kitty also smiled from over Yum-Yum’s pussy, silk screened in black over a shiny white G-string. A wire-supported tail curled up from the T in back. She wore fingerless white gloves and white high-heeled platform sandals, a Hello Kitty appliqué winking from each toe nail.
“Happy Birthday! Hello Kitty! Mrow, Mrow, Mrow!” Yum-Yum announced as she pushed past Shawna to go strutting and jiggling up and down the First Class aisle as the passengers gaped and applauded.
“Is that better, folks?” James Green polled the passengers.
All six of them nodded vigorously. Even the older woman looked like she was drooling at the sight of the slutty kitten woman.
“No!” Shawna objected. “No! That’s not better! That’s not better at all! It’s worse!”
“Oh, come on!” the young man said. “You can’t deny that’s cute. Yum-Yum, show her how you can make the kitties spin!”
“Yes Sir, Mr. Jimmy-San, Sir!” Yum-Yum said and then proceeded, with careful coordination of her hips, back and shoulders, to set her tits to gyrating, first slowly, then faster and faster and faster as the passengers began to clap out a rhythm, egging her on.
Shawna couldn’t help but stare as the happy kitties spun about on their fleshy conveyance. It made her dizzy. She was so confused. She tore her eyes away and looked questioningly at the young man.
“Have a seat, Shawna,” he said, offering his lap. “You look like you could use a break.”
“Yes…yes…I should sit down,” she agreed, unbuttoning her jacket. “Dizzy.”
“You work to hard, Shawna,” the young man said, once she had settled her bottom into his lap and her feet into the Japanese woman’s unoccupied seat. “Here, let someone wait on YOU for a change”
So saying, her handed her a drink. An Old Fashioned. She looked around wondering where it could have come from.
“I can’t drink while I’m working,” she explained.
“You’re taking a break!” he reasoned. “Besides, we won’t tell, will we folks?”
“No Sir!” all the ticketed first-class passengers agreed in unison.
“Yum-Yum no tell!” the woman with the spinning kitty-titties assured her.
Shawna shrugged and drank down her drink in one go, and then chewed the maraschino cherry. She felt the tension drain out of her and the warmth raise in her cheeks. Still, she wouldn’t let him bribe her out of doing her duty and giving special favors to his friend.
“She’s wearing less than when she got on,” Shawna pointed out. “That’s not acceptable.”
“Uh-oh, Yum-Yum!” the man Shawna sat upon said. “Shawna doesn’t like that outfit either! Better change!”
“Yes, Sir Mr. Jimmy-San!” Yum-Yum said, stopping her titties from gyrating by clutching at them with both hands. “You the boss-man!”
And so saying, the Japanese woman scampered into the lavatory again. Shawna screwed up her face, wondering again where the Hello Kitty outfit had come from and how Yum- Yum was going to change again.
“How did she…” Shawna started to ask her seatmate, when she sloshed her drink and spilled a bit on the blouse of her uniform. She did a double take and realized her glass was full. It even had a new cherry.
“Better drink that up so you don’t make a mess of yourself,” the impromptu passenger advised, helpfully raising her hand towards her face. She drank it down and her head swam a little as warmth spread throughout her body. Whoever had made it hadn’t skimped on the whiskey the way they usually did at Southern Comfort Air.
“Here, let me help you with that,” he said, and dabbed at the spill on her blouse with a handkerchief.
It made her breasts feel all tingly. Or was that the whiskey? The spill seemed to be spreading. It had just been a few drops on her left boob, but now the wet spot covered both of them. As the young man continued to dab, the spot proceeded down until both her nipples were plainly visible through her white blouse.
What had happened to her bra? Not that it mattered. It would never fit, what with her boobies expanding like they were.
Was that normal? She was about to ask her seatmate when she became aware that her boobs were the only things swelling up there in the seat. A warm rod of flesh was pressing against her ass.
She looked sharply at the young man, suddenly realizing the inappropriateness of her position and about to ask about it when the lavatory door opened again and all the passengers gasped.
Shawna looked up to see that Yum-Yum was now dressed in nothing but glossy yellow shoes with black heels and platforms, a yellow hard hat, and several strips of yellow and black emergency tape. A spotlight came on from the ceiling and followed the Japanese woman as she strutted down the aisle and back as the passengers applauded.
When had the airline installed the spot light?
Shawna squinted as Yum-Yum strutted past. The tape was printed with “Caution: Slippery Surfaces”
Shawn quivered and felt her own self getting slick. She’d never found women attractive before, but this…
“WOOHOO!!!” one of the passenger’s shouted.
Shawna looked up. It seemed to come from the little retired couple’s seats. But the woman next to the old man was in her 20s. Had the trophy wife traded places with the old woman?
Shawna craned her neck around and saw that the blonde with the implants was still in her seat. Though she was dressed in black PVC, her blonde hair tied up severely. She was looking hungrily at Yum-Yum as she kept her businessman in check with a tight hold of the leash that was clipped to the dog collar around his neck.
Shawna finished her drink and looked to the business women. They were bulging out of skimpy bikinis and also lusting after Yum-Yum. Shawna couldn’t deny that the woman prancing and jiggling up and down the aisle was scrumptious. But this just wasn’t the sort of thing that should be happening in first class!
A hand was running up and down her thigh. Her panties were getting soaked. She tore her gaze away from Yum-Yum and looked at the man whose lap she was sitting on.
“You shouldn’t be touching my legs,” she admonished. “It’s inappropiat… inapopirat… s’not right.”
“But I’m stroking your pants, Shawna,” he told her. “Not your leg. Your leg is under your pants.”
Shawna finished her drink (hadn’t she done that before?) and shook her head, a blonde ringlet bouncing in front of her face. When had her hair changed? It didn’t matter. She had a point to make.
“Is’ the same thing!” she insisted. “Stroking my pants when I’m wearing them is the same as stroking my leg!”
“So it would be the same thing as if you weren’t wearing pants?” the young man asked, stroking the inside of her bare thigh.
“Yes, is the same thing as me not wearing pants,” Shawna agreed. “Cuz I’m not wearing pants.”
She looked down at her bare thighs, then up at the young man.
“Why am I not wearing pants?” she asked.
“So you can better enjoy Yum-Yum’s fashion show,” the young man told her. “She should change again, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, she should totally change again,” Shawna agreed as the Japanese woman disappeared into the lavatory. “But I don’t get how she keeps doing that.”
“Oh, she goes in there to change so that the audience has a chance to refresh their drinks,” he explained. “Here, let me get that for you.”
Shawna’s drink was full again. She figured she might as well drink it.
Yum-Yum emerged again. But this time she was covered from head to toe in what looked like some sort of burqa.
Shawna was very confused. She looked around and all the other passengers also looked confused. That was a relief. Shawna had asked the strange woman to cover up, but this was taking it a little too far. And the other first class passengers didn’t seem happy about it at all.
But then the spotlight spun around, sparkling and Yum-Yum raised her arms. The burqa ripped, made of the flimsiest paper, and it fell to the ground, revealing silky blue butterfly wings dangling from Yum-Yum’s arms, attaching to her waist, and flowing down to her knees.
In the middle of the beautiful butterfly she wore only a tiny blue sequined bikini, strings pulling the slip of fabric at her crotch up to even smaller strips that barely covered her nipples, with more blue strings connecting the nipple-slips to each other between her titties and around her neck. Yum-Yum fluttered around first class and everyone was awed by her lovely fuckableness.
“I would love to wear shumthing like that!” Shawna gushed. “I would tozally walk up an’ down the beashes of Barshelona and everybody would be, like, ‘Wow! She’s so hot!’”
Shawna giggled. She was drunk at work but she didn’t give a fuck! The young man’s hand had migrated to her crotch and a gentle finger was going up and down her labia through her soaked panties. She was so glad he and his friend were flying first class!
“I slipped an outfit just like it into your carry on luggage,” the young man confided. “As a present. But yours is purple. I hope you like it. And the airline is going to ask you to stay over in Barcelona for three days. You could use the break.”
“Oh my gawd!” Shawna gushed. “Yer so shweet!”
She wiggled her ass on his hard cock. It throbbed appreciatively.
“I think Yum-Yum has one more outfit,” James said, and he indicated with his head that she should go back to the lavatory, his other hand having become occupied with one of Shawna’s ringlet’s as he continued to stroke her slick slit.
“Yes Sir Mr. Jimmy-San!” butterfly Yum-Yum exclaimed, and fluttered into the lavatory.
Shawna took advantage of the break to steal a kiss, her tongue exploring the inside of James’ mouth as one of James’ fingers started exploring the inside of Shawna.
The plane was spinning when Shawna broke off the kiss and smiled her warmest smile at the passenger who was fingering her. But then the other passengers gasped. Shawna looked up to see what surprise Yum-Yum had for them next.
Shawna’s jaw dropped. Yum-Yum was wearing high heeled white leather boots that reached up to her knees. She was wearing a short, tight navy blue pencil skirt with a slit up her left thigh trimmed in white. She had a navy blue vest, trimmed in white, held over her titties by a single large brass button. She was wearing a navy blue garrison cap, trimmed in white, over her black glossy hair which had somehow now been intricately braded.
Yum-Yum filled out the outfit quite nicely. But what made Shawna’s jaw drop were the brass insignias pinned on vest and cap. The winged insignia of Southern Comfort Air. Yum-Yum was dressed as a flight attendant.
“Wayza minute!” Shawna exclaimed. “Way one fushing minute! No, no, no, no! I’m the fliza…flija…stewardess! ME! Shawna Larshen!”
She pulled James’ finger out of her and stood up on wobbly legs, but she wouldn’t let gravity get in the way of her outrage. She shook a finger at Yum-Yum.
“You can’t have my job!” she told her. “Iss my job! If there’s gunna be a slutty stewardess in fris class, iss gonna be me!”
“Oh no! Oh no!” Yum-Yum exclaimed, holding up her hands to her titties defensively. “Gomenasai, Miss Shawna-Sempai! Yum-Yum no replace Miss Shawna-Sempai! Yum-Yum only want be JUNIOR sky slut! Miss Shawna-Sempai big boss sky slut! Yum- Yum be little sky slut! Do what Miss Shawna-Sempai say! Please, teach Yum-Yum be good sky slut like Miss Shawna-Sempai!”
“But…But…” Shawna stammered, then she turned to James, who was clearly in charge. “Her uniform is sexier than mine!”
“I don’t know about that,” James said, looking up and down Shawn in her whisky-soaked blouse and her quim-soaked panties. “But if that’s all that’s bothering you, why don’t you go change your uniform?”
The unticketed passenger gestured at the lavatory. Shawna stared at it, nonplussed. Could she really go into the magic lavatory and change clothes the way Yum-Yum did? Would all the passengers think she was sexy, the way they lusted after Yum-Yum?
“Yum-Yum help Senior Sky Slut Miss Shawna-Sempai change!” her would-be apprentice volunteered.
A smile slowly dawned on Shawna’s face. She could totally do this! She staggered toward the lavatory and Yum-Yum opened the door for her, which was good because she wasn’t sure she could stop her forward progress.
When the Japanese woman squeezed in behind her and pulled the door closed, another door opened. One Shawna had never notice in all her years in the air. It opened into a big walk-in closet with dozens of sexy outfits on hangers and a big floor to ceiling mirror. Yum-Yum quickly found a uniform just like she wore and held it out for her approval. Shawna nodded stupidly. This was what she wanted.
Yum-Yum removed what was left of the outfit Shawna had put on early that morning, a life time ago. She then helped her senior officer dress, efficiently but not without the occasional appreciative stroke and pat.
Shawna wasn’t much help. She was drunk, for one thing, but she couldn’t help but stare at the mirror. Her hair was so blonde and curly. Her tits were so big and bouncy. Her hips were so broad and curvy. She didn’t know if she had always been this hot and had just forgotten or if she’d just gotten this hot recently. Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe she needed to start drinking more.
Once Yum-Yum had pulled Shawna’s boots on, Shawna was a good 5 inches taller than the Japanese woman. That was good. No one would doubt that Shawna was the senior sky slut. They posed together in front of the mirror, helping straighten each other’s uniforms.
At some point, Shawna found herself staring, her bleary blue eyes mirrored in Yum-Yum’s big brown ones. And then they were kissing.
Shawna didn’t know if she had initiated it or if it had been Yum-Yum. She didn’t know if she had always been bisexual or Yum-Yum had awakened the urges in her. She didn’t know how their massive racks managed to squeeze between them, but she was pretty certain the way they were squeezing each other’s asses was key to the arrangement, so she held on tight.
“I’m sorry I was sush a bitch out there,” Shawna said once the kiss had ended.
“Is O.K.!” Yum-Yum assured her. “Yum-Yum was big bitch before. Now, Yum-Yum big slut! But just Junior Sky Slut, yes?”
Shawna giggled and tweaked Yum-Yum’s nose.
“Thas’ right, Junior Sky Slut Yum-Yum!” she said. “Follow me! Do what I do!”
Yum-Yum giggled and eagerly followed.
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“Alllllll righty then!” Shawna said, once she was back in front of the first class passengers. “Listen up, now, everybuzzy!”
And they were listening up. She’d never had so much attention to her pre-flight instructions in all her career. She LOVED this uniform!
First class consisted of the cute young man who had been nice enough to get her drunk, an older but clearly virile gentlemen with his 20-year old nympho wife in a catholic girl’s school uniform, a blonde dominatrix with her collared, submissive pet, and two Swedish bikini models in their work clothes. Your typical first class mix.
“Thank you for choosing Southern Comfort Air for your flight to Barcelona, Spain and connecting destinations!” she said to the attentive, drooling passengers. “I’m Shawna Larsen and I’ll be your Senior Sky Slut here in firs’ class! I’m assithsted today by Junior Sky Slut Yum-Yum Fukadonki! Say hello, Yum-Yum!”
“Harrow, Yum-Yum!” her apprentice dutifully said.
“We’ll be on our way shortly, but firs’ I gotta, like, tell you about safety,” she said. “You’ll notice that the capin’ has illuminated the “No Fucking” light.”
Shawna pointed to the light with the two stick figures fucking doggy-style above each passenger on the left side of the plane. Yum-Yum pointed to the signals on the right side of the plane. She was a quick study!
“We can’t be fucking when taking off or landing.” Shawna explained. “Iss juss not safe. Affer we reach cruising altitude, if the capin’ thinks iss safe, he’ll turn off the light and we can all jus’ fuck like bunnies! <giggle> Those passeners who wanna prasis safe sex can find an assortment of condoms and dental dams for your use, as well as lots of lubes and shit, in the pocket in front of yer seat. First class totally scores there. The folks in coach gotta pay extra fer lube.”
She could tell the passengers were glad she was looking out for them. Plus they all wanted to fuck her. It was obvious. She’d be soaking her panties if her uniform came with them.
“During take off and landing, if you wish to masherbate in your seats, there’s a naked picture of me in the centerfold of Sky Slut Magazine, available in the pocket beneath your tray table,”
Shawna announced, trying to not sound to arrogant while announcing that she had been chosen to be the centerfold once again. The dominatrix’ pet reached for the seat pocket and she slapped his hand with her end of his leash. Shawna was careful not to grin.
“In the unlikely event of an emershency water landing, all the ladies’ titties can be used as floatation devices,” Shawna informed them. “My assssistant Yum-Yum will help demonstrate.”
Yum-Yum eagerly stepped forward.
“If we go crash-crash in ocean, no panic!” she told them. “Find girl with titties and undress the titties!”
She undid the button on Shawna’s vest and her boobs popped out, causing the passengers to oo and aw appreciatively.
“Then inflate titties by blowing into nipples!” the Junior Sky Slut continued, and then showed the passengers, grabbing Shawna’s nipples between thumb and forefinger and blowing into one and then the other, inflating them to the size of soccer balls.
The passengers stared, dumbfounded but impressed. One of the bikini models pulled her companion’s left tit out to try, but Shawna shot her down.
“Not unless we have a water landing,” Shawna said firmly, then squeezed her nipples to deflate her own titties back to her normal triple Ds so that the passengers wouldn’t be jealous. She re-buttoned her vest and the bikini models sulked but complied.
“We know you have a choice in airlines and we appreciate you choosing Southern Comfort Air!” Shawna said. “If there is anything that Yum-Yum and I can do to make your flight more pleasant and to keep you coming again and again, please let us know! Now sit back and enjoy the flight. We should be taking off any minute now.”
Shawna pointed Yum-Yum towards her seat and went to strap herself in for take off.
“Actually, Shawna, we’ve been in the air for some time now,” James Green told her. “I didn’t think I should make everybody late just because I wanted to play. Just because I’m omnipotent doesn’t mean I have to be an asshole about it.”
“Huh?” Shawna asked, once again very confused. There was a full drink in her hand, so she drained it in hopes that it would make things better.
It did. She realized she didn’t give a flying fuck how the plane had taken off without her noticing. As Yum-Yum took her glass away to the kitchenette, the overhead speaker came on.
“Hello! This is your captain speaking! We’ve reached a cruising altitude of 30,000 feet and we’ve got clear skies from here to Barcelona, so I’m going to be turning off the ‘No Fucking’ sign for the duration of the flight,” said the captain. “For our omnipotent passengers who would like to join the mile high club, I’d encourage you to consider Sky Slut Shawna. She is one hot piece of ass. Whomever you decide to fuck, I do hope you enjoy your flight!”
The illuminated no-fucking signs went off and, with them, panties, boxers and bikini bottoms. Shawna grinned as all the passengers got into their various positions. The in flight orgy was why she had become a flight attendant in the first place!
“Excuse me, Miss?” said the young man from the front aisle seat. “But the Captain mentioned something about the mile high club?”
“Of course, Sir!” she said with her best customer-service grin. “How would you like to fuck me?”
“Bent over right her in the aisle seems like a good way to start!” he said.
“That’s my favorite!” she told him. However had he guessed?
She grabbed hold or the arm rests on either sides of the aisle. The omnipotent passenger rolled her skirt up around her hips.
At her left, the woman in the catholic school girl’s uniform had her own skirt flipped up and was easing a monstrous cock into her tight pussy as her husband leaned his seat back. No wonder the young hottie stayed with a man so much older than her!
Behind them, the bikini models had shed their work clothes and what they were doing made Shawna suspect that they could have been gymnasts if their titties weren’t so big. They certainly were flexible! Shawna never would have thought of putting a toe in there! But it was a long flight. She’d have to try it eventually!
The blonde dominatrix had a black thong around her index finger. Shawna could smell the intense odor of her sex. She had pushed her sub down into the space in front of her seat (it was a good thing they didn’t have any carryon luggage down there!) and she was grinding her pelvis into his face. But she barely seemed to be paying attention to the man slavishly giving her cunnilingus. Her eyes were burning into Shawna.
Shawna blushed at the implications, but then James Green’s hard cock was entering her from behind and any rational thought ceased to be an option.
“OH FUCK YES!” she exclaimed as he took hold of her hips and began to work in and out, in and out of her, slowly, firmly, ineffably.
She’d never felt so alive, so free, so unashamedly slutty!
The dominatrix, her eyes twinkling, reached forward and undid the button of Shawna’s vest so that her tits were free and swung forward with every instant thrust of James’ cock.
The woman riding her husband’s monster cock reached out to squeeze Shawna’s left nipple and giggled. Even the bikini models looked up from each other’s bodies to admire how lovely Shawna looked while being fucked.
And then her apprentice Yum-Yum was there in front of her. It didn’t even occur to Shawna to wonder how. She was just glad that Yum-Yum was there to rub her lovely tits on Shawna’s face while James was fucking her.
And then the Junior Sky Slut was down on her knees in the aisle of first class and she was sucking on Shawna’s clitty as James pounded her with his cock. Something exploded. It may have been the plane’s engines. It may have been Shawna’s brain. One or the other was going into a tail spin and she didn’t give a flying fuck which.
“I’m Flying!” She cried out in ecstasy. “I’m FLYYYYYYIIIING!!!”
FIN
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Room Service by The Sympathetic Devil
Elise scowled. Hers was not the sort of hotel to which one brought a prostitute. At least not so obvious a prostitute as the half-naked Asian woman with fake tits that had just come in on the arm of an unassuming young man who didn’t look like he could afford a room at The Tamarind. Whatever lottery he had won his money in, he was about to learn it couldn’t buy EVERYTHING.
The hotel manager intercepted the pair before they could get to the registration desk.
“Hello!” she greeted them with crisp professionalism. “I’m Elise Wall, manager of The Tamarind. What name is your reservation under?”
“I’m afraid we don’t have a reservation” the young man said. “We were just passing by and YumYum here suggested we should stay for a bit.”
The busty Asian prostitute giggled and waved at Elise and said “Me YumYum! YumYum Fukadonki!”
Elise kept her professional composure. It was an effort, but she did it.
“I’m so sorry she said but we don’t have any vacancies this evening. Really we don’t have any vacancies left this week. Most of our guest book several months in advance. I would be glad to recommend a fine motel in the city…”
“Oh that’s alright, Elise,” the young man said with a friendly grin. “We’ll just take the penthouse on the 21st floor”
“I’m afraid The Tamarind has no 21st floor 21st floor,” Ellie’s said a bit more firmly. “And again, you do need a reservation.”
“Oh, very well then” The young man said. “You’ll find the reservation for the 21st floor penthouse under the name James Green.”
“OK, I’ve been patient, but this is absurd“ Elise said. “There is no 21st floor penthouse. The Tamarind only has 18 floors.”
“Actually, Miss Wall, we do have a reservation for James Green for the 21st floor penthouse,” volunteered Chester at the front desk.
Elise glared at her underling and he wilted, then pointed deflected blame at the computer screen. Elise stalked toward the front desk and Chester and his fellow desk clerk, Molly, backed away.
Elise turned Chester’s screen toward her, intent on finding his mistake and then writing him up for it.
The reservation was there. James Green. 21st floor penthouse.
“This is absurd!” Elise declared, finally losing her cool and glaring up hostilely at the would-be guests. “You hacked our computers? This isn’t a joke, young man! It’s a crime!”
“Of course it isn’t a joke!” the young man exclaimed. “We know jokes! YumYum, tell that joke you know!”
The busty woman grinned ridiculously.
“Oh! Yes! How many flies take screw in lightbulb?” she asked earnestly.
Elise gave her most withering glare. The prostitute pressed on, undaunted.
“Give up? Answer is two! Two flies screw in lightbulb!”
Then the woman called YumYum peeled with laughter at her own joke, sending tremors through her fake bosom, as her companion chuckled riley. Elise scowled. And then Molly and Chester burst into laughter behind her. Elise looked sharply at her underlings, and they blushed and looked ashamed but continued to laugh.
What was going on! That wasn’t funny. It wasn’t even a joke, was it? Did Elise not get it? Was she not smart enough to understand why everyone was laughing?
Were they laughing at her? Hot blood rushed into her face.
Suddenly, with vivid detail, Elise imagined herself as a fly. Well, as a tiny, dark woman with fly eyes and fly wings and a human figure that would put a barbie doll to shame. She was surrounded by clear glass with a blinding light above her.
But she wasn’t alone. There was a fly-man as well, just as over-built as she was, his rampant member proportionally huge on his minuscule body. And she wanted that cock inside her! She needed it! She needed it so badly!
And then he was on top of her pressing her back against the curving glass. Her fragile wings were crushed, but she didn’t care! She needed him inside her more than she needed anything else!
“Screw me!” she cried in her tiny, high-pitched fly voice. “Screw me hard! Screw me hard!”
And then she was coming more forcefully than she would have ever dreamt possible. And then she realized she was standing in front of two hotel guests and two employees, having a bizarre sexual fantasy that had actually brought her to orgasm. She blushed incandescently and tittered nervously.
“I get it,” she said.
“Everyone does eventually,” the young man said with a conspiratorial wink. “YumYum’s sense of humor can be subtle.”
So saying, he goosed the busty asian woman and she squealed and giggled, sending seismic tremors through her barely-contained bosom.
“I…I guess… Um… Welcome to the Tamarind?” Elise said, falling back on her default-mode of welcoming guests. She had no idea where they were going to stay, but maybe if she sent them up to see there was no 21st floor, she could regain her composure enough to know what to do.
“Thank you, Miss Wall!” the young man exclaimed. “We have luggage.”
There were four suitcases at the guests’ feet. Those hadn’t been there before…had they?
“I’ll… I’ll call a bellhop,” Elise said.
“Aren’t you a bellhop?” he asked.
Elise looked down at her outfit. It consisted of a vest made of burgundy velvet and gold brocade, with two big brass buttons straining to contain a huge pair of tits Elise didn’t remember owning. Below the waist was a skin-tight pair of hotpants and knee-high gold boots. Atop her head, she felt a round cap.
“I…I guess I am,” Elise conceded, and scurried over to pickup all four bags with her white gloves. She was always very aware of the tentative hold her vest had on her titties and the straining seams of her shorts when she bent over to get luggage, but the guests did so enjoy watching her do it and tended to reward her with big tips. Elise would do anything for a big tip. And these guests seemed recklessly generous!
Elise snapped to attention with spectacular effect and gave the guests a huge customer-service smile.
“The 21st floor, wasn’t it, Mr. Green?” she asked.
“Right you are, Elise!” the young man said. “Lead the way!”
So he was an ass man! Elise could work with that! She strode forward, conscious of how her tight, little booty undulated with every step, feeling the guests’ eyes locked upon it, drawn after it. They were going to tip the hell out of her!
“Can I get that for you?” the young man asked when they got to the elevator.
“Oh no, no, no, Mr. Green!” Elise insisted, bending over to put down the luggage, snapping back upright, pushing the button, then bending and lifting again. Any excuse to bend over was one she would take! “You’re our guests! You don’t have to lift a finger while you’re here! I have 10, and they’re all for your service and comfort!”
“Elise-chan has very strong fingers, yes Mr. Jimmy-sama?” the female guest exclaimed with delight.
“Indeed! She’s able to carry all four of your bags at once, YumYum!” the young man said. “Maybe you can find out what else she can do with them once we get settled in.”
The guest called YumYum giggled naughtily. Elise did her best to imitate her response. Anything for a tip!
In the elevator, Elise once again bent to put down the luggage, stood up to push “21”, the big button at the top above 18, then bent again to retrieve the luggage. With the tight quarters, she had no choice but to rub her ass against the young man in the process. It really couldn’t be helped.
“So these are all yours, Ma’am?” Elise asked YumYum. “Do I need to go back for your bags, Sir?”
YumYum giggled and nodded. Mr. Green shrugged.
“YumYum’s individual outfits don’t take up much space, but she does end up changing them frequently,” he explained. “My tastes are more simple, so I just create a new outfit whenever I feel like it. I’m omnipotent, so it’s really not a bother.”
“Oh!” Elise exclaimed. “I don’t think we’ve ever had an omnipotent guest before!”
“It seems unlikely,” Mr. Green agreed.
Elise had never taken a guest up to the 21st floor before, so she didn’t know what to expect. The elevator opened up onto a small antechamber with a big, ornate door just a few steps from the elevator. Not a lot of room to show off her ass, but Elise would make due!
She scurried out of the elevator to place the bags to the left of the suite door, bending low and wiggling as she did so. Then she snapped back up with tittie-jiggling precission and held out her hand to Mr. Green.
“Your key card, Sir?” she requested.
The guest wiggled his fingers and a golden card appeared out of nowhere. Elise swiped it and opened the door wide, then stepped to the side and bowed low, head high, for her most cleavage-presenting pose as she beckoned them to enter.
Elise followed them in with the bag and was amazed. The Tamarind was nice, but this room was regal! Pure ostentatiousness! Whatever being omnipotent meant, if must pay very, very well!
But she couldn’t let herself be awe struck. She had to earn that tip!
She placed the luggage on the luggage rack and then held her arms wide to display her own rack while she spun slowly, presenting the suite,
“Welcome to your home for as long as you’re with us!” she said. “Please allow me to show you the amenities!”
“Why thank you, Elise!” Mr. Green said.
“This is the living room! It’s spacious enough to invite anyone you care to invite if you decide to have a room party,” she said, with a little shrugg that let them know she would not say no to an invitation. “Over here in this side table drawer beside the couch you’ll find the TV remote and a card with the WiFi password. It’s eliseiseasy, all one word, which should be easy to remember! Though not as easy as, well…obviously!”
The guests giggled and nodded and Elise preened, delighted they had understood.
“The TV is very special,” she said, retrieving the remote. “We have all the the normal channels, of course, and all the porn is complementary, not pay per view, but, exclusive to the Executive Penthouse is Voyerism Mode!”
She clicked a button and there was Chester, looking very, very happy, and the back of Molly’s head bobbing along about waist level. Elise was nonplussed. She didn’t even know they were an item. But she kept her composure and continued her presentation.
“In Voyerism Mode, you have access to all our security cameras, including the secret ones in the other guests rooms!” she explained.
She clicked a button and Chester and Molly were replaced by an old retired couple, the Pattersons, who had asked for twin beds and appeared to be about to go to sleep for the night, each in flannel pajamas.
“Oh, that’s very fun!” James Green exclaimed. “We can have lots of fun with this, right YumYum?”
“Super Happy Fun Times!” YumYum agreed.
Mr. Green pointed at the TV screen and suddenly Mrs. Patterson was a 20-something blonde with huge, fake tits wearing nothing but acrylic heels and her wedding ring. Mr. Patterson gapped at his wife. The sound was muted, but whatever the suddenly young woman said to her husband, it was apparently convincing enough that he seemed to lose his concern about the change at about the same time he lost his pajamas. Elise had not expected him to be hung like that, but she now understood what his young wife saw in him.
“Let’s see who else is staying here!” Mr. Green prompted, and Elise realized she had become distracted by the Patterson’s and forgot she was holding the remote in the hand that hadn’t found it’s way to her crotch. She shook it off and reluctantly flipped the channel.
The next couple already had an age disparity, the man greying in his 50s, the buxom woman a redhead in her 20s, but they had a queen sized bed and were clearly intent on using it as they frantically worked to disrobe each other
“ Isn’t that your mayor?” Mr. Green asked.
“Yes he’s a regular guest here,” Elise said.
“I don’t think that’s the mayor’s wife,” he speculated about the redhead.
“Well, we pride ourselves on discretion at The Tamarind, “ Elise said noncommittally.
“They must have forgotten to invite her!” Mr. Green exclaimed. “I can fix that!”
The omnipotent guest pointed finger at the television and a middle-aged woman in a conservative dress suddenly appeared in the amorous couples room.
The mayor’s wife clearly took being left off the guest list personally and, although the TV was muted, the volume of her objection was quite obvious. The boxer-clad mayor looked pathetic as he plead for mercy.
But mercy was not forthcoming as the mayor’s wife ripped off her dress to reveal a black leather corset, black leather boots, and an unusually large strap-on dildo of the same color.
The mayor’s eyes went wide. The mayor’s wife pointed at his paramore and demanded that she come towards her. Trembling, the naked redhead approached and the mayor’s wife grabbed her around the waist and kissed her deeply, possessively. When she finally released her, the younger woman was clearly smitten.
The mayor gawked has his wife pressed his Lover’s naked shoulder and she knelt before the leather-clad woman and began to fellate her phony phallus.
Her strap-on moistened with the younger woman’s spit, she pushed her gently away and pointed much gently at her husband. The mayor’s lower lip trembled, but he obeyed and bent over the bed.
The older woman proceeded to peg him as the young redhead applauded, staring in devoted administration at her new love and role model.
“Well that is definitely something to explore more further later,” said Mr. Green, taking the remote from Elise and setting it down on the side table. “But we shouldn’t interrupt your tour of the suite. You’re such a remarkable tour guide, Elise.”
“Elise blushed at her lapse of attention and the position of her hand. She stuck out her chest to distract from her inattention, a technique she had perfected over the years, and gestured with her hand that had been liberated of the remote as she discreetly liberated the other one from her labia.
“Over here on ice we have a bottomless bottle of complementary champagne,” Elise said.
“YumYum like be bottomless!” Miss Fukadonki announced, pulling up her short skirt to waist level and revealing her lack of panties. The Asian woman turnaround to show her ethnically-unlikely rounded posterior.
“How am I just now realizing that I’m bi?” Elise muttered to herself as she admired the well-rounded ass.
“So it’s complimentary?” Mr. Green asked, going for the champagne and casually spanking his companion in route.
“Yes sir!” Elise confirmed, trying to focus again on her duty as an employee of The Tamarind.
He handed her the bottle and she worked to remove the cork as he admired her strong hands firmly but delicately working at the neck of the bottle. She licked the lips and worked the bottle with all the meaning she could put into it. When it popped and sprayed a bit on her face, Mr. Green smiled like sunrise and his companion screamed out and surprise and then giggled and jiggled.
Mr. Green held out three of the glass flutes that have accompanied the bottle and Elise filled two of them.
“It’s for our guests,” she explained when she left the third empty. “And I shouldn’t drink when I’m working anyway.”
“But I thought you said it was complimentary,” Mr. Green said.
“Yes, of course, for you and Miss Fukadonki, there is not extra charge to the room,” she explained. “Drink as much as you want and we will replace the bottle whenever it’s empty. Complementary.”
“Complimentary means that every time you get a compliment, you have to drink,” Mr. Green explained.
“Of course!” Elise agreed as the guest took the bottle, handed her a flute and filled it.
“I knew you’d catch on Elise!” The omnipotent guest said. “You are very clever!”
“Why thank you,” Elise exclaimed and drank deeply from her flute.
“Isn’t she clever, YumYum?” Mr. Green asked his companion as he topped-off Elise’s glass.
“Elise super clever and have super nice boobies!” Miss Fuukadonki said.
Elise was not sure if that was one compliment, 2 or 3. Did each boobie count separately? She figured she had better count them separately rather than risk offending the guest. She took three drinks in quick succession, leaving the flute drained, at least until Mr. Green was able to fill it again.
“You have super nice boobies too, Ma’am, if you don’t mind my noticing!” Elise exclaimed as blood rushed to her face.
“Thank you!” the guest exclaimed, jutting out the complemented body parts in pride. “YumYum DRINK!”
The buxom guest drained her flute in one go. Her omnipotent companion pointed at the empty glass and it filled back up.
“YumYum is a bit of a lush,” Mr. Green confided. “But we are on vacation, so there’s no reason she should hold back! And besides, she’s so cute when she’s drunk.”
“Thank you Mr. Jimmy-san!” the woman exclaimed. “YumYum drink!”
She downed her second glass.
“YumYum cute when drinky-drinky!” the guest agreed with her companion. “YumYum bet Elise cute when drinky-drinky too! Such pretty-pretty!”
“Thank you, Ma’am,” Elise said and drank from her flute. Compared to YumYum, downing just a third of a glass seemed tame.
“I can’t drink it all at once like you can, Ma’am,” Elise said. “You’ve got an amazing talent!”
“YumYum drink!” she replied and downed another, either because Elise had complimented her or to show off, or maybe just because she was thirsty. Elise wasn’t sure she understood the rules.
“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get better with practice, Elise,” Mr. Green said. “You’re such a quick study!”
And how could she not try after such a compliment? She drained the last 2/3rds, and only coughed a little as she watched the flute magically refill.
Several compliments later, the room was gently spinning and Elise was sharing a colorful anecdote she had just remembered about the time she was putting herself through bellhop school as an exotic dancer.
“If you bellhop, why you not hop more?” Miss Fukadonki asked.
“I never thought ‘bout it!” Elise confessed.
She hopped and her titties jiggled. She hiccuped and giggled and swayed. Miss Fukadonki and Mr. Green applauded and Elise blushed then repeated her performance, to repeated applause.
“YumYum hop too!” Miss Fukadonki announced before hopping herself to spectacularly kinetic effect.
“Wow!” Elise said, her eyes locked on the Asian woman’s spectacular chest as it continued to jostle and jump much longer than physics would dictate. “You could be a professional!”
“Compliment!” she exclaimed. YumYum drink!”
And she did, then giggled and hiccups adorably, making Else’s mouth water.
“Teach YumYum be bellhop!” The guest insisted and began stripping off her clothes.
Elise blushed furiously. She wasn’t about to tell the guest not to, both because it wasn’t her place and because she really wanted to see her naked, but she really didn’t understand what was happening.
But the naked woman scurried over to her luggage and pulled out a uniform that matches Elise’s own. Well, except for the pants. It soon became apparent that YumYum intended to remain bottomless, even when her top consisted of a vest that came nowhere near her nethers. Elise was not about to complain. Her mouth watered.
The bottomless guest produced a small brass bell as well and handed it to the omnipotent guest.
“Mr. Jimmy-san ring bell, Miss Elise-chan hop with YumYum!” she proposed.
“You have the best ideas, YumYum!” Mr. Green said, taking the bell.
“YumYum drink!” she exclaimed and downed another flute of champagne that had suddenly reappeared in her in her hand.
The omnipotent guest rang the bell and Elise hopped. She was drunker than she’d ever been, so drunk she could barely stand, but she was a professional, damn it! She had trained her whole life for this moment. She was a bellhop and when a bell rang, she would hop!
The two brass buttons that secured the top of her uniform strained as her bosoms boggled. She swayed. She hiccuped. But she stuck the landing.
“Now you,” she instructed her new protege.
Mr. Green rang the bell and Miss Fukadonki cheerfully hopped. What she lacked in form she more than made up for in titiliciousness.
Elise couldn’t resist. She reached out and cupped the outside of each tit as they continued to bound about long after the hop was done. The vibrations traveled up her arms, down her spine and settled in her crotch where her clit sang and made an audible twanging sound. Elise’s eyes bulged and the room spun.
She regained her composure and realised she was still holding YumYum’s numnuMiss She blushed and release them.
“ that was beautiful!” Ellise praised and her trainee retrieved a champagne flute from under her hat and downed it. Elise’ mind boggled and how she had kept it full up there while hopping but she shook it off.
“Now let me show you how to do it on one foot,” she said.
She looked expectantly at Mr. Green and he rang the bell. Ellise raised her right leg knee high, swiveled about precariously on her left foot and then fearlessly hopped.
As she stuck the landing, the tremendous vibration of her titties caused her to swivel about on her left foot like a Music Box Dancer making a complete 360 degree turn. The guests applauded uproariously.
“You’ll have a hard time topping that one YumYum,” Mr. Green observed.
Elise was proud but she didn’t want her new trainee to be upstaged. She had an idea.
“ please ring it again for both of us Mr. Green sir,” Elise requested.
The guest complied, ringing his Bell with enthusiasm. Elise took YumYum’s hands and the bellhop in training grinned adoringly at her sensei has Elise director directed her with champagne blurred eyes to follow her lead.
Elise hopped on two feet. YumYum hopped on two feet. Elise hopped on her left foot. YumYum hopped on her left foot. Elise hooked on her right foot and kicked her left foot out to tap YumYum on the hip. YumYum did the same.
As they hopped and hopped, one after the other, their four titties jiggled spectacularly between them as they held hands and Mr. Green rang.
They were bounding and bouncing towards the grand finale. Elise hopped high into the air doing the splits. YumYum then hopped higher, her legs spread wide, the weight of her slim frame supported by her palms resting on those of her sensei. The Asian woman propelled her ass upward and her spread legs became like the rotors of a helicopter as Elise and hopped and hopped, spinning about as Mr. Green rang and rang.
Elise’ head was spinning, literally and figuratively, aware that she and YumYum we’re reaching the pinnacle of the craft she had devoted her life to. In the history of bellhopping no two bellhops had ever pulled off a stunt like this. But could they stick the landing?
There was just one way to find out.
Squatting low, Elise hopped with all her might, propelling YumYum towards the ceiling. Her beautiful Apprentice spun so her head was now above her beautiful bottom and she descended, her legs coming forward her hands going up to land securely on elise’s shoulders, her naked crotch in Elise’ face as her strong thighs clutched at Elise’ head.
She was vaguely aware that Mr. Green was applauding. The approval of guests had been all the reward she ever wanted for her bellhopping. But in the face of what was in her face, the approval of guests seemed like nothing. She would do anything for this!
She grabbed hold of YumYum’s ass with both hands and began licking with devotion.
YumYum seem to very much approve of this way of celebrating their achievement and she ground her delicious pussy into a Elise’ face and rode her to a spectacular orgasm.As her apprentice scrambled down her body and gave her a grateful kiss on her quim- smeared cheek. Elise wobbled and reveled in new found love.
“That was no doubt the best bellhopping ever,” Mr. Green said, handing her a champagne flute.
“Damn straight!” Elise agreed and downed her drink.
“You should probably show us the bathroom now,” the guest prompted.
“Huh?” she asked, confused why she would be showing someone the bathroom and then remembering her job was not to get YumYum off, as much as she would like that to be her job. “Oh yes yes sir sorry sir I got …distracted.”
She led Mr. Green and her new love to the spacious penthouse bathroom. A huge heart-shaped bathtub was already filled with pink bubbles and rose petals and Elise had a vision of she and YumYum soaping each other’s titties and splashing between kisses
“The tub is always full with warm soapy water, ready for your pleasure, ” Elise told the guests, though she made it clear YumYum was her main focus for pleasuring
“Two potties?” the bottomless goddess asked, pointing to the gold trim toilet and matching bidet.
Elise blushed at her new love’s mistake. She was so adorable!
"The bidet is for cleaning up after,” Elise explained.
“You show YumYum, ” YumYum insisted.
Elise blushed furiously but it was a guest request to be shown the function of the room. She would never be able to deny such a request of anyone, and anything YumYum asked her was a command from the goddess.
“Of course,” she said, suddenly realizing how very full her bladder was from the all the champagne.
“Of course, Miss Fukadonki, ” she said reverting from trainer to servant.
She pried off the skin tight shorts, rolling them down to her ankles and then perched upon the toilet with all the grace she could. As she relaxed in to it and the urine flowed. And flowed. And flowed.
She blushed, realizing she was taking an inordinate amount of time to pee. But the guest smiled encouragingly so she just went with it. The gush finally slow trickle and then finished off with two squirts.
“After you’re done you move over to the bidet to clean,” she explained.
As soon as she was seated, warm, scented, pink-dyed water emerged from the appliance Elise gasped. She didn’t remember it feeling like this. It was supposed to be cleansing, not arousing.
“Well isn’t that clever,” Mr. Green commented. “I don’t think you ever came up with anything that clever back when you were a scientist YumYum. “
“is a super good pussy wash wash,” YumYum agreed
“Yes it gets you very…very… Clean!” Elise said as the insistent stream propelled her up the mountain “so fucking clean!”
You seem to like getting clean Elise, growth ” Mr. Green observed. You must have been very dirty.”
“So dirty! So fucking dirty! Such a dirty slut! Getting clean! So close, so close to clean!” Elise agreed.
“Maybe it would help if we squeeze your nipples” the guest suggested and pointed at her brass buttons which immediately gave way to their titanic burden.
Mr. Green grabbed her left nipple and Miss Fukadonki grabbed her right. Elise screamed out and she came with the most spectacular orgasm she’d ever had while not being an insect.
The world was still blurry when Mr. Green helped her to her feet, rebuttoned her uniform and pulled up her shorts, giving her her a helpful swat on the ass to make sure they were fitting properly.
“Now YumYum try! ” Miss Fukadonki announced and stripped off the uniform to perch stark naked upon the toilet.
“ YumYum always pees naked,“ Mr. Green explained.
“Of course she does,” Elise said, blinking rapidly to try and focus her eyes on the vision peeing before her. And of course, afterwards she cheerfully transferred over to the bidet. The fragrant wash began and the stacked Asian woman quivered and moaned. Elise got a sloppy grin and drooled. She was going to need another cleaning herself at this rate. Such a dirty slut!
Her hand was about to go for her crotch when she remembered her duty. A guest’s needs always came first. She grabbed hold of Miss Fukadoki’s nipples and squeezed hard, smiling and nodding encouragingly at her.
The guest squealed, stiffened, and suddenly the warm pink fragrant water came bursting out from her ears, making her into an impromptu fountain splashing on to the bathroom floor as her eyes went wide and she smiled with her jaw slack.
Elise didn’t know what to think of this improbable situation. Had squeezing the guest’s nipples been the wrong move? Should she let go? She didn’t want to. But should she?
She had never been in this situation in all her life as a bellhop.
Fortunately, Mr. Green was there to comfort and instructor her. He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and a more reassuring hand on her ass.
” YumYum doesn’t have much between her ears, “ he explained. "I probably should have had the dust bunnies cleaned out some time ago. I truly appreciate it, Elise.”
“It’s a pleasure pleasure to serve you, Sir,” she said, squeezing the other guest’s nipples harder and increasing the flow with which the water arced out of her ears.
At Mr. Green’s urging, Elise played and played with the YumYum fountain, seeing what patterns and rhythms she could make. She felt a little guilty objectifying the woman she loved like this, but Mr Green I assured her that she liked it.
At last, the bidet stopped flowing and the fluid coming from Miss Fukadonki’s ears slowed to a trickle and then dribbled and dripped. She sighed and blinked back to greater consciousness
“YumYum so clean!” she said. “Inside and out!”
Reluctantly, Elise released the fountain controls. The Asian woman stood and shook like a wet golden retriever, if a golden retriever had the most spectacular tits in the history of breasts.
Elise whimpered and stared.
“Well Elise,“s Mr. Green said with a focusing hand on her ass. "The only thing you haven’t shown us is the bedroom. I assume the suite comes with one.”
“Oh yes sir!” She exclaimed, “Yes sir! A very nice bedroom! A very big bed! Very, very big! Big enough for three, really!”
She tittered nervously.
“Then lead on Mighty Bellhop! ” he said and rang his bell, which made her hop and then lead the way to the master bedroom.
The bed was indeed humongous, strewn with superfluous pillows and seductively lit, expensively perfumed and altogether luxurious.
“This… This is the bed, “ Elise said, suddenly at a loss as to how to do her job.
This was the bed. This is the bed where Mr. Green would no doubt be fucking Miss Fukadonki. This was where she would be riding his cock, her spectacular tits bounding about unrestrained.
“This is the bed,” she repeated.
“YumYum like bed!” Ms, Fukadonki exclaimed, making Elise’s inability to show off the room even worse.
“And does The Tamarind offer a turndown service? ” Mr. Green asked.
“ Oh! Oh yes, "Elise said, shaking it off and trying to focus "Anytime you want to get in the bed, you call me I will be here! For either of you or both of you!”
“That’s very good service, ” Mr. Green said. “You’re definitely getting a 5-star review! Does The Tamarind offer a go down service?”
“I’m… Not sure what that is. But if you’ll tell me, I’m sure I could arrange it! “ Elise said anxiously, devastated she had not anticipated her guest’s need.
“Well, I have YumYum to go down on me whenever I need it, ” he explained. “But my cock is really, really big. It’s an omnipotent thing. So really, for a proper blowjob, it’s kind of a two-woman job. There be a huge tip in it for you”
Elise’s jaw dropped in astonishment. Was her guest actually asking for that? This was without a doubt the best day of her whole fuxking life!
More than anything, even more then her sweet Ms Fukadonki, Elise wanted a big tip! And Mr. Green had a big tip. She turned to the female guest.
“Is it okay if we share? “ she asked. “Can I have the tip?”
“Super happy sucky sucky best friends! ” she exclaimed throwing her arms out wide and hugging Elise. As their massive tits jostled each other, Miss Fukadonki’s tongue found its way into a ELise’s mouth. She tasted like the bidet water and that was beautiful. It was now Elise’s favorite flavor.
She released Elise from the kiss and the bellhop discovered she was now has naked has her partner with the exception of her little cap and her boots.
Mr. Green’s clothing had disappeared as well and he did indeed heaven have a tremendously large tip for her, along with a large everything else.
“We suck you suck you big time! “ YumYum declared, then dropped to her knees like a professional, cupped his balls in one hand and slid a palm under the shaft with the other and presented Elise with her tip.
Elise sank to her knees overjoyed it was so damn great to be a bellhop!
She took the tip in her mouth and all higher brain function ceased. It was like she was the one who had had her brain washed out. It was the biggest tip she had ever been given! Her life was perfect!
She didn’t gag. How could She? What was breathing in the face of this? She needed her tip deep down her throat. She leaned into it.
YumYum Fukadonki’s head was sliding along the Mr. Green’s shaft with frivolity, her pigtails flopping about occasionally smacking Elise in the face and she took her tip. She was so adorable! And so generous to let Elise have the tip!
At least worshipped the death with her tongue as she bobbed devotedly along. Her eyes watered. Her clity hummed. Delicate fingers found their way between her Lavia Lavia. They were probably YumYum’s but Elise was not sure of anything other than the fact that she was the luckiest girl in the world.
And then the guest was coming, filling and fulfilling Elise. She swallowed with desperate delight.
“ happy birthday! Miss Fukadonki exclaimed, applauding and hopping to get feet.
Elise was much slower and unsteady getting up. Mr. Green’s jism packed more of a punch than the champagne. She was totally wasted.
“You give great service little lady!” the generous guest exclaimed. “ I believe I owe you a gratuity!”
“He tugged on YumYums pigtail, bending her over, and pulled a roll of hundred dollar bills out of her ass. He divided it into two stacks and tucked one stack between Elise’s tits. It was only then she realized she was back in uniform. The guest tucked the other part of her gratuity into her shorts with a gracious squeeze of her ass.
“Thank you sir,” she said with a sticky smile. Quote that’s very kind
Then she blew a jazz bubble and giggled manically.
“Well, thank you for showing us the room,” Mr. Green said. “I think we’ll get settled in now.”
Elise blinked, trying to grasp what the guest was implying. Her lower lip quivered.
“You…you want me to leave?” she asked in a small voice.
“Well, that is usually what a bellhop does after she’s been tipped, isn’t it?” he asked.
Elise couldn’t deny that. The game was getting the big tip. Then the bellhop went off in search of tips from other guests. But she didn’t WANT tips from other guests! She was happy with what she’d just gotten!
“But what if you need me again?” she asked. “I could just wait here until you need me.”
“Oh, that doesn’t seem right. You should go back to the lobby and we’ll just buzz you if we need you,” the omnipotent guest insisted.
“Buzz me?” she asked.
“Yes! That should work! If we buzz you, you just come scurrying up on those luscious legs of yours,” he said.
“We…we don’t have buzzers,” she confessed. “You’d have to call the lobby.”
“Oh nonsense! There’s bound to be a buzzer!” he said and turned to the chest of drawers beside the bed.
He started tossing out an astounding variety of sex toys onto the bed, Miss Fukadonki giggling at each one, until Mr. Green exclaimed “I thought so!”
He turned to display a bullet-shaped bit of brass, a small black box with a red button, and a tube of lube.
“Bend over, Elise!” he said.
Elise was confused, but of course she complied. And soon her shorts were being peeled down again and the lubed-up bullet was being pressed deep up her asshole. Her eyes went wide but she didn’t object. Her shorts were rolled back up and she took the slap on her ass as an indication that she should stand again.
“There!” Mr. Green exclaimed. “Now, if we need you to come back to the room, we’ll just buzz you!”
And her pressed the red button, which lit up.
Deep in her ass, the brass bullet started to vibrate, insistently, arousingly, maddeningly.
“Oh my god!” Elise exclaimed. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”
“That should get your attention, right Elise?” he asked. “That will make sure you scurry on up to the penthouse.”
“Ye-ye-yessssir!” she exclaimed, saluting because she didn’t know what else to do. “Yessiryesiryessir!”
“Well good, that’s all settled then!” he said, then he steered her out of the bedroom and out of the suite with a hand on her ass, Miss Fukadonki following and giggling.
“We’ll buzz you if we need you!” he exclaimed, then clicked the button again.
The vibration stopped just as the door closed firmly behind her. Elise turned with eyes wide and jaw slack, wondering what purpose her life had outside of that room. But she was outside of that room. So she staggered towards the elevator and used what little will she had left to punch the L.
There in the lobby, Chester was lovingly assfucking Molly. They were such a cute couple. She staggered past them without interrupting. She went into her private office. So nice of The Tamarind to give a bellhop a private office. Of course, she was a really good bellhop.
She sat behind her desk, sighed, and waited to be buzzed.
The End
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