BECOMING A PRIVATE AIRLINE STEWARDESS – PT 2 – THE INTERVIEW

RE-CAP FROM PART 1:

After I got ass-fucked in a Seattle night club by Wayne, my girlfriend and I returned to our layover hotel, and I went back to Alan’s room, where he was already in a deep sleep. I glanced again at the card Wayne had given me, which had a private airline logo, a slogan, and a number to call if I was interested in becoming a private airline stewardess. Based on my discussion with Wayne while he was fucking me in the ass at the club the previous night, I suspected this ‘stewardess’ job involved a lot more than just serving coffee and peanuts. I decided I would call to find out more about it. The international travel and rich executives part of Wayne’s pitch had definitely caught my ear.

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The next morning, I felt Alan’s hands reach around from behind and start fondling my tits to wake me up. I tended to wake up slowly, and as I stretched and yawned with my eyes still closed, I could feel Alan rubbing his morning wood against my naked back, clearly wanting some relief. Wanting to keep my eyes closed just a little longer, I reached behind me and started stroking Alan’s erection with my hand, causing him to let out a soft moan and to rock his hips against my fist.

After a few minutes of this, I finally opened my eyes for good, and rolled over to face Alan. I pushed him onto his back and threw the covers off of us, then knelt next to his hips and sucked the tip of his rock hard cock into my mouth. As I bobbed my head up and down on his rigid shaft, I used one hand to stroke him, while I fondled his balls with the other hand. My E-cup tits were swinging beneath me as I continued blowing his cock, so Alan –moaning softly with his eyes closed – massaged, pinched and gently slapped them as he enjoyed the warmth of my mouth and extra stimulation of my tongue on the tip of his dick. It didn’t take long before Alan grabbed my boobs a little harder, caught his breath, and slammed his prick deep into my mouth as he shot a huge load of cum down my throat. Grabbing the back of my head, he kept thrusting his hips into my face, as he spewed more creamy ropes of jizzm into my mouth. When he was finally done cumming, he settled back onto the bed with a dreamy smile as he enjoyed the throes of his climax, breathing deeply to catch his breath.

I laid my head on Alan’s chest and toyed with his softening shaft as his breathing returned to normal. Then, when he had enjoyed his orgasm long enough, I said, “OK, buster….your turn.”

I turned over onto my back, and pulled Alan’s head over between my spread legs.