BECOMING A PRIVATE AIRLINE STEWARDESS – PT 4 – THE CLIENTS

RE-CAP FROM PARTS 1-3:

I was convinced to leave my job as a flight attendant with a commercial airline to try the rarified air as a “stewardess” for a private airline catering to rich executives and celebrities. After blowing the owner of the private airline during my interview, I was offered the job and began my new position two weeks later.

As my first day on the new job began, I found out I was assigned to a Paris flight with a couple of clients, and was handed a risqué crop-top & mini-skirt uniform that was obviously designed to show off my ass and unfettered boobs (as we stewardesses were not allowed to wear bras). As I stepped on board for the first time, I stumbled onto Colleen – the other stewardess for this flight – in the cockpit giving our pilot a blowjob. I stood and watched her finish the job, then she cleaned off the pilot’s cock and slipped it back into his pants, as she smiled at me and told me our company motto was “the pilot always cums first.” Then, in keeping with the company motto, I gave the co-pilot a blowjob in the cockpit, while the pilot fingered me from behind until I creamed all over his hand just before our passengers arrived.

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As I stepped out of the restroom after cleaning up following my orgasm in the cockpit, I saw Colleen standing at the top of the gang plank steps to welcome our new clients aboard. It turned out that one of the clients was a regular, who was bringing an associate with him to Paris for contract negotiations. The regular client gave Colleen a peck on the cheek, and grabbed a handful of tit as he stepped into the main cabin of the aircraft. Colleen didn’t flinch, so I figured this was normal for these flights…..which made sense, given everything else I’d experienced since learning about this job. It was about to get even more interesting.

Colleen introduced me to our regular client – Terry – who was a decent looking guy, about 6’ tall, and seemed kind of jovial. He gave me an appreciative head-to-toe inspection as we shook hands, and I could tell by the way his eyes locked onto my jiggling breasts that he had set his sights on getting his hands on them at some point during our trip. Terry, in turn, introduced Colleen and me to Evan, his business associate. Evan was a little shorter than Terry, also decent looking, and had a constant grin on his face that suggested he had been promised special favors during our flight. We had them sit in the leather seats up front, and both of them seemed unable to peel their eyes off our wobbly tits as we moved about the cabin preparing for take-off.

Once we were in the air, Colleen and I got out of our jump seats and started serving our clients drinks. When I brought Terry his rum and coke, it didn’t take long for him to begin grabbing and squeezing things on my body. As I bent over to hand him his drink, he took it with one hand, while unbuttoning my top with the other. My boobs popped out, swaying back and forth, and he put his drink down so he could use both hands to massage them. I stayed bent over so he could enjoy my swinging breasts a while and, with a smile on his face, he squeezed my hanging tits and pulled on each nipple, making them stiffen to his touch.