Diana glanced around the cabin to be sure none of the passengers were looking in her direction. Appeased when she saw nobody looking, she eased onto the seat next to the lovely redhead in seat 9B. Using the controls, she moved the seat into the bed position and lay next to Sarah Devonshire, who trembled with need and desire.
Sarah’s husband, Nate, watched intently as the buxom blonde flight attendant lifted his wife’s skirt, exposing her bare pussy.
“Your wife is quite naughty,” Diana purred. “Not many women are brave enough to travel without wearing panties.”
Sarah’s face was hot with shame, but her body was already responding to Diana’s expert touch. Her breathing hitched as she felt her delicate pink folds manipulated by soft fingertips that had clearly done this before. Those fingers were content to play with her nectar-covered labia for a bit. But soon, they thrust into her drenched hole, causing her hips to rock involuntarily as she lifted her pelvis to receive the decadent intrusion.
A soft moan escaped her lips as Diana’s thumb brushed across her sensitive nub. The sensations had Sarah close to the edge several times. Diana toyed with the needy woman and took great pleasure in knowing she was the first woman to touch this beautiful pussy.
Nate grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and stroked it while he watched his sexy wife enjoy the attention of another woman for the first time. They had talked about it for so long and hoped they’d find an opportunity in Paris. They never dreamed it would happen in flight.
Diana continued to move her fingers in and out of Sarah while stimulating her clit. She felt her own arousal growing as the horny little redhead began to pant like a bitch in heat.
“You have to be quiet while you cum. Can you do that, Sarah?” Diana warned.
The redhead nodded and clamped her own hand over her mouth as her first orgasm ripped through her body. Her muffled whimpers made Nate’s balls ache as he watched his wife respond to a woman’s touch again and again. He’d lost count of Sarah’s hushed cries and was hard as steel when he heard Diana whisper, “Oh, she’s a squirter! How delightful!”
When she licked her fingers clean, that was all Nate could handle.
“Lean over the partition!” he growled at Diana. “I need to shoot my load in your mouth!”
Diana moved into position just in time to catch the salty ropes of cum from the man in 9C. A glob landed on her cleavage, so she scooped it up with a finger and licked it up, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Leaving Mr. and Mrs. Devonshire to their post-orgasm euphoria, Diana straightened her uniform and left the cubicle with no one the wiser. Or so she thought.
As she entered the galley, she was surprised to see the captain standing there. Grabbing her hand, he sniffed it, inhaling the scent of an aroused pussy.
“Oh, goodness, Captain Steve! You startled me.”
“I’ll just bet I did. You know, Diana, you could be fired for what you just did with those passengers,” Steve chided. “Fortunately, I’m a reasonable man. I think I know how to keep this little lapse of judgment quiet.”
“I thought you didn’t cheat on your wife,” Diana said, understanding she’d be expected to offer herself in return for his silence, but surprised by the idea.
“I don’t. But my co-pilot, Maureen, is a bisexual woman who needs her pussy eaten. And I wanna watch while you get on your knees in the cockpit. I wanna stroke my cock as I watch her writhe in her seat while you get her off.”
Aroused by the idea, Diana followed him into the cockpit and closed the door behind her.
“I brought you a surprise, Maureen.”
“Oh?”
“Dirty Diana is gonna get on her knees and lick your pussy.”
Maureen grinned wickedly. “Well, isn’t she a fine specimen?” She stood, moved her skirt up, and slid her pantyhose and panties off. Sitting back down, she said, “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt a woman’s soft tongue between my legs. And rumor has it that Diana’s tongue is magical. Tell your slutty flight attendant to kneel and get busy. Mama Maureen needs to cum.”
Diana was used to being in charge, so it felt odd to have Maureen calling the shots and referring to her as if she weren’t there. But she did as she was told; she got on her knees and spread Maureen’s legs. The co-pilot had a full bush of dark hair that matched her stylish bob. Diana preferred a neatly trimmed or bare mound, but she didn’t let that stop her from securing the captain’s silence. Leaning in, she gave a playful lick, making Maureen moan.
Letting her tongue wander, she slipped a single finger into Maureen’s hot, needy pussy. The reaction encouraged her to add a second, then a third, finger as she nibbled on the co-pilot’s engorged clit.
“Oh, fuckkk, she’s good!” Maureen said to Steve as she enjoyed Diana’s erotic assault.
Steve moaned salaciously. “What I wouldn’t give to shove my dick into her tight little ass!”
Dick in hand, he stroked slowly, enjoying the vision of two women together for the second time in mere minutes. His decadent imagination played a fantasy in his mind where he made an announcement that Diana would be around to suck cock and eat pussy for any passenger who so desired it. Hot as that sounded, he knew it wasn’t a realistic endeavor. Then again, watching the slutty stewardess being made to service his co-pilot was something he’d never expected to happen either.
Maureen bucked in her chair, pushed Diana’s face into her crotch, and hissed, “Oh, fuckkk! Eat my cunt, bitch!”
Thrashing about with Diana’s face firmly captured between her legs, Maureen came hard and covered the flight attendant’s face with her honey.
Steve grabbed Diana by the shoulders and turned her to face him; Maureen’s juices dripped from her chin.
“I’m gonna jack off on those big fuckin’ titties now, Dirty Diana. I’m gonna make you even dirtier. Oh, fuck! I wish I could use all your holes, but I made a vow. But that doesn’t mean I can’t coat those knockers with my seed!”
He made a low, growling noise when his balls tightened and let go, spewing his semen all over the swell of her creamy breasts.
“Oh, dear,” Maureen said, “Diana is dirtier than ever! Look at the poor slut, makeup smeared, and covered in our cum. I think she’s earned our silence.”
“Indeed. You should clean up, Diana, and get back to work. And we promise we won’t tell a soul what you did with the Devonshires. But understand, when you work my flights, I may expect a visit from you now and then.”
Diana slipped out of the cockpit unnoticed and ducked into the lavatory. There was a dirty slut in the mirror, and it made her smile. She’d just discovered that she liked not being the dominant one for a change and looked forward to more encounters with the captain.
She cleaned up her face and wiped the jizz off her tits. Then she did what she could to fix her makeup and smooth her tousled hair. She resumed her flight attendant duties, painfully cognizant of the fact that she hadn’t had a climax in all of this hot, secretive sex. But there was work to do, so her needs would have to go unmet… for now.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. When it was time for the passengers to disembark, she wished them all well and said goodbye. She gave a knowing nod to the Devonshires and watched Sarah blush. As she gathered her bag and jacket, her phone pinged. Knowing that the text meant delayed gratification awaited her at her hotel, she grinned. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she read the message.
Diana, you outdid yourself, my love. Meet me at the hotel so I can return the favor.
She stepped aside and typed a quick reply.
So, Maureen still has no idea that I’m your wife?
Nope. She just thinks I have a crush on Dirty Diana.
Well, I had fun with her. Thanks, Steve! See you at the hotel.
Diana slipped her phone in her backpack, made her way through security, and headed for the taxi stand. She revisited the flight’s events in her head and thought about how lucky she was.
The only thing better than being a slutty, bisexual flight attendant was being married to a pilot who encouraged and enabled her naughty behavior.
