The Stern Stewardess

This story was sent to me by Perverted Peter.  It features a stewardess with a taste for kink.

I boarded the plan and was taking my seat when I noticed the most
mature of the three stewardesses. She was beautiful with a classic
flair; her pencil skirt perfectly presented an hourglass waist,
defined hips, and a round butt.

The image of her shapely form flitted around the edge of my thoughts
as I started answering email on my phone and quickly drifted into a
hyper-focused state; oblivious to the bustle in the cabin around me
until I heard her ask me to turn off my phone. I glanced up, briefly
making eye contact, as she continued toward the rear of the plane and
fought the urge to glance back at her retreating backside. Rushing to
finish my email, I was still typing when she passed by again.

"Sir, I asked you to turn off your phone. We can't depart until you
comply." Her voice had a noticeably stern edge to it and I looked up
at her, feeling a bit defiant. She did not flinch but held my gaze
coolly, tipping her head slightly to the side as if to say "Well?" And
just like that, I was reduced to a child at school, busted by his
teacher. Looking down at my phone, I mumbled a meek apology and turned
it off.

As the plane rotated off the runway, I found that my stern stewardess
was now front and center in my thoughts and my arousal was rising as
we climbed into the sky. I wiggled in my seat as my cock thickened and
decided I would need to make a trip to the restroom as soon as
possible.

When I reached the back of the plane, she was in the galley. I glanced
down nervously when she caught me looking at her and reached for the
lavatory door.

"Cute panties," she said playfully.

I froze with my hand on the door latch though my brain whirled. I
could feel the heat of humiliation coursing through me as I realized
that my jeans had ridden down past the lowest edge of my shirttail,
leaving a gap that clearly exposed the feminine print of my girly
panties. My head turned toward her and our eyes met.

"Go on in and pull your pants down," she commanded. I'll join you in a minute."

Her eyes did not leave room for argument and in a haze I nodded and
stepped into the restroom. I unzipped my pants and let them fall down
to my knees while I tried to focus my thoughts on my very real
predicament. The mirror's reflection showed me staring at the outline
of my erection in the candy-striped, pastel pink, micro-fiber fabric.
I startled when I heard a knock on the door.

It was a very tight fit, but my stewardess squeezed in so that we were
face to face; her penetrating green eyes only inches from mine and her
breasts brushing against my chest.

She had a small bag with her from which she pulled a thick, six-inch
long dildo attached to a leather harness. She grinned wickedly as she
pushed latex cock past my lips into my mouth. As I sucked the thick
dick, she spoke matter-of-factly, as if she did this kind of thing
routinely, about how she was going to repeatedly ream my sissy,
girly-pantied ass with her big cock.

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing
dark pantyhose over light colored panties, the sight of which caused
my dick to grow even harder. She sat down on the toilet and fastened
the harness around her hips. She stood again, straddling the toilet,
and turned me around. With my face pressed against the mirror and
hanging slightly into the shallow space over the sink, she pulled my
panties down and drove her latex bone right up my protesting butt
hole. I gave a moan that echoed in the aluminum sink.

"Now, now, we can't make any noise my pretty little girl," she said as
she pushed a wad of paper towels in my mouth while thrusting her dildo
further into my ass. She continued fucking me, then pulled out and
gave me one last long thrust as my cock released its load onto the
cabinet.

"Oh, you dirty little girl," she cooed in my ear. "Clean that up
before you pull up your pretty panties and return to your seat."

With that, my stewardess arranged her things and left the toilet to
resume her duties in the galley.

Walking gingerly down the aisle, I eased into my seat, and shuddered
slightly while remembering what just happened. The remainder of the
flight was a dizzy blur and try as I might, I could not think
coherently. As I exited the plane, she smiled sweetly at me.

"I hope you enjoyed your flight with us, Sir. Do come again. Oh and
here is the information you requested," she said while handing me a
brochure. As I walked down the jetway, I looked through the brochure
and saw a handwritten note.  It had her number and email address.