In 1962, glamorous uniformed air hostess Emma takes first class service to a whole new level when she submits to Jake, a handsome businessman flying from New York to LA!
Following Jake's humiliating orders, Emma pleasures him on her knees aboard the plane, then later meets him in his hotel penthouse where he introduces her to kinky submission, exquisite frustration and bondage... and she loves every minute of it!
A wickedly retro 17,865 word tale of female submission with spanking, humiliation, bondage, teasing and kinky sex!
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A spicy little excerpt is below the jump..
Returning to the
first class part of the cabin, Emma flashed a perky smile, the ice in
the freshly poured glass of scotch clinking softly. “One scotch on
the rocks, and I checked with the boss, and she said I'm all yours!”
She handed him the glass, and felt his fingers brush hers as he took
the condensation-covered glass.
Sipping the scotch,
Jake smiled up at her, then patted the seat next to his. “Sit.
You can't just stand there the whole flight waiting for me to think
of something I want, so put your cute little ass down in the seat.”
Blushing, Emma sat
down as ordered, smoothing her skirt down as she did so, sitting with
her stockinged knees primly pressed together. “Kay, that's the
chief hostess, she always says that if she catches any of her girls
sitting down when they're meant to be working, she'll give them a
whupping.” Emma wriggled in the seat, turning so she was sitting
diagonally across the seat, facing towards Jake. “You won't let
her do that, will you?”
“Hell, I'll stand
in front of you and won't let her close.” Lighting a cigarette,
Jake took a long drag, eyes sparkling as he watched Emma. “Though
you'd look cute, over someone's knee in that perky little uniform, I
bet.”
Emma gasped, putting
a gloved hand to her mouth, a little shocked at his innuendo, but
remembering her career probably depending on ensuring the man enjoyed
his flight. “That'd be between me and Kay,” Emma retorted, “And
she's not the type to sell tickets for an audience.” She could
understand why he was seen as one of New York's most eligible men.
Aside from the admittedly impressive personal fortune, he was
undeniably handsome, with a wry smile and chiselled features, with
looks that gave Emma a warm tingle deep inside.
Clapping his hands
together in mock-applause, Jake crossed his legs, letting the
cigarette dangle from the corner of his mouth, smoke curling towards
the air vent above. “You're feisty, Emma, that's refreshing. I
don't normally meet a lot of women like that.” He paused, looking
thoughtful, then smirked. “That said, most of the women I meet are
either secretaries or single society girls, so they either work for
me or want to marry me. I might own part of your airline, but not
enough to say you work for me... but is there a ring under those
gloves?”
With a melodramatic
slowness, Emma pulled the glove from her left hand, then wiggled her
fingers, free from any rings. “Not me, I'm a single girl!” She
slid the glove back on, then shrugged. “It goes with the work –
they won't hire married girls, so if I married you, I'd lose my job!”
Jake sighed and
rolled his eyes, “Women!” he muttered, “You're not wanting to
be the idle housewife left at home while your rich husband works long
hours to pay the bills?”
Crossing her long
legs slowly, letting Jake hear the rasp of nylon and pretending not
to notice him glancing down at her stockings, Emma shook her head.
“Not for me, sorry. I like the travel, meeting people and the
perky uniform that you already mentioned! This job is perfect for
me!”
“Oh thank
heavens,” Jake said, leaning towards her slightly, “I was worried
you'd turn out to be a feminist and talk about patriarchy or some
rubbish like that!”
Emma shifted
position a little, deliberately scooting forwards on the seat a few
inches while pressing her bottom down firmly, knowing that the hem of
her skirt would ride up a little and give Jake an enticing glimpse of
her stocking tops. “Feminist, me? Hardly!” She giggled,
uncrossing and then recrossing her legs, this time with deliberate
slowness so that he couldn't help but watch, his eyes following the
lines of her stockinged calves and thighs. “I don't think
feminists have jobs like this, do they? I mean, it's almost always
men in first class, and some kind of brassiere-burning woman is
hardly going to want to serve drinks to men all day!”
“Well said,”
Jake responded, “And speaking of drinks...” He drained the
scotch then put the glass down. “You can go get me another, I
think. But leave your panties here.”
The meaning of his
words didn't strike Emma until she was half stood-up, but she
flinched slightly, grabbing the back of a seat for support, her legs
suddenly weak. “Do...what?”
“You heard me,”
he said softly, his eyes fixed on hers. “Go get me a drink, but
leave your panties with me. Girls I'm with aren't allowed to wear
panties, and since you're here to make me happy, you don't get to
wear any.”
Suddenly short of
breath, Emma clutched at the seat, feeling her knees tremble as he
stared at her, his expression not changing. “Why would I do that?”
She dropped her voice to a whisper, embarrassed by his request.
“That's just a little bit forward of you, Mr Merrick.”
Smiling, Jake
deliberately looked her up and down, his gaze lingering over her
curves. “Is it?” He winked, leaning back with his hands behind
his head. “If you want to impress me, and I know that you do,
you're going to have to follow instructions like a good girl. Do you
want to be a good girl, Emma?” Emma's mind raced as she stared at
him, appalled and ashamed at his request. On the one hand Jake
Merrick was handsome, eligible, and she was desperate to please him
for the sake of her job. On the other, he was asking her to do
something incredibly humiliating, and who knew where it would lead?
“You can't just stand there forever,” he said in a stern voice,
“Panties off, right now.”
With trembling
hands, Emma slowly lifted the hem of her skirt, flushing deep red as
she did so. She knew that she was expected to make Jake's trip as
pleasant as possible, but had not imagined something like this. That
said, he was certainly handsome, and if the flight ended up with his
hands on her, she would not entirely object. Jake watched her calmly
as she blushed crimson, sliding her hands under her hiked-up skirt,
knowing that he had a great view of her stocking tops and thighs.
Emma tugged at her panties, glad she was wearing one of her best
pairs in full-cut ivory satin, pulling them down from under her
skirt to her thighs.
Her cheeks burning
with humiliation, but a heat of desire kindled within her, Emma slid
the panties down her stockinged legs, then pulled them over her high
heels until she had them bunched in her hand. Trying to match his
cool gaze, she pulled her skirt back into place over her thighs,
wriggling a little as the material brushed against her bare pussy.
With an attempt at nonchalance, she tossed the panties onto the small
table next to his empty glass, forcing a smile.
“There you go, Mr
Merrick, one pair of panties as ordered.” She pressed her thighs
together, trying to ignore the shame that was coursing through her,
and a thrilling feeling of being naughty that she hadn't felt since
she was a child, but with a decidedly adult edge. “Now, what would
you like to drink?”
“Another scotch,”
he said, glancing at her discarded panties, “But you can call me
Jake.”
Nodding, Emma left
the first class part of the cabin and was thankful that none of the
other girls were in the small crew area that was located between
first class and standard. Putting her hands to her mouth, she gasped
for breath, trying to make sense of the wild feelings inside her
body. She had never done anything as shocking as this, but she
couldn't deny the arousal that she felt. With her bare sex framed by
her suspenders and the slightly rough wool of her skirt brushing
against it, there was a slowly building heat between her legs that
was entirely new to her, stemming from the strange humiliation and
excitement of knowing that she was naked in the naughtiest way
possible beneath her clothes.
Fetching Jake a
second scotch, this time he barely looked up at her as he was
engrossed in a newspaper, simply nodding towards the small table
which her crumpled panties were still lying on. Flushing with
embarrassment once again, Emma put the glass down and waited for a
few moments. When Jake didn't respond, she left, realising that this
perhaps wasn't the prelude to the seduction she was expecting, but
just a deliberate attempt to humiliate her, in which case it was
certainly working.
“Is there anything
else you need?” Emma lingered over the word 'else', trying to
sound suggestive, but Jake barely looked up at her.
“No, I think you
can just stand there and wait. I might need something in a little
while.” His words stung her almost like a rejection, but she
obediently stood still, her back straight, hands by her sides,
glancing down at her discarded panties, eyes flicking over his
newspaper, then simply watching him read the paper. She felt like a
punished schoolgirl, having to stand in silence, incredibly conscious
that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt and unsure whether
she loved or hated the sensation.
Emma had lost track
of time, standing still, her feet aching slightly in the high heels.
Periodically she glanced down, taking in Jake's strong cheekbones,
dark hair and handsome profile, feeling a twinge of desire inside,
mixed with the confusion over how he was treating her. At one point
she noticed a movement in the curtain separating off the crew
compartment and saw Kay peeking out at her. Seeing that Emma was
seemingly waiting on Jake's next instruction, Kay gave the high sign
and vanished, leaving Emma to continue waiting.
Eventually, after
what seemed like an age, Jake looked up at her thoughtfully, sipping
his drink. “Could you pull your skirt up, Emma? All the way up.”
She gasped, taking a
half-step backwards away from him. “But someone might see! What if
one of the other girls looks in on us?”
He shrugged, looking
unconcerned. “Do you really think they'll be entirely surprised?
I do have a bit of a reputation of a womaniser, after all.”
“I meant MY
reputation,” snapped Emma, flushing. “I can't just expose myself
while I'm working!”
“I perhaps wasn't
clear,” Jake said coldly, his hazel eyes meeting Emma's, “You're
going to pull your skirt up while standing there. That's an order,
Emma. Or do you actually want to disobey me?”
Shocked that he was
treating her this way, Emma helplessly nodded, grasping the hem of
her skirt with trembling gloved fingers and pulling it upwards.
Closing her eyes with shame, she tugged her skirt up until it was
rucked up around her waist, completely exposing the tops of her
stockings, her suspender straps and her bare sex, her legs pressed
tightly together. When she dared open her eyes, Jake was looking her
up and down with admiration on his face.
“Very nice, Emma,
very nice indeed.” He smiled, eyes roving over her crotch, seeing
the neatly trimmed patch of blonde hair above her sex, “and you're
a natural blonde, that's good.”
“Thank you, Jake,”
she whispered in a shame-filled voice, “Please may I pull my skirt
down now?”
To her horror, Jake
shook his head then turned back to his newspaper. “That would
spoil the fun, wouldn't it? You can stand there like that for a
while. I like to have something nice to look at.”
With no choice but
to obey, Emma stood next to Jake as he read the newspaper, mortified
that she was standing holding her skirt up, exposing herself for him.
She was directly opposite the door to the crew compartment and
desperately hoped that none of the other girls would take a look into
first class, otherwise they would see Emma and be shocked at what she
was revealing.
Left in silence and
deep in humiliation, Emma had nothing to occupy her mind while Jake
read, so she ended up staring down at his handsome profile, glancing
down at the floor each time he looked up at her before returning to
his newspaper. To her surprise, Emma realised that she was aroused,
a dull heat rising between her legs in the quiet cabin, the only
sound the muted roar of the engines from outside and the occasional
rustle of newspaper. Somehow, being treated this way and exposed was
exciting her, but she couldn't tell if it was through the way he was
unconcernedly treating her almost like an object to be stared at and
little more, or if it was the humiliation and threat of exposure.
Shifting on her
heels, her fully fashioned nylon stockings rasping together, Emma
kept her thighs closed, made uncomfortable by the slow tingling
sensation between her legs and the avid fantasies racing through her
mind. Without a word from Jake, she found herself thinking of being
thrown down onto a bed and fucked by him, or taken in his arms and
roughly embraced. Emma was hardly a virgin, but she had little
experience other than hasty sex in the back of a car, on a pile of
coats in the cloakroom at a dance or on a cramped single bed in a
cheap apartment. Being forced to stand and offer herself up like
this was nothing she had ever imagined doing, and although she'd
heard stories told in hushed tones about the kind of things that some
people got up to in the bedroom, the wilder antics were nothing that
she had ever considered doing. Now though, standing with her pussy
bared, she couldn't help but wonder if she one day would do those
things, given that this was surely already far beyond what normal
nice girls did.
Lost in
contemplation of Jake's face, and her own torrid fantasies, Emma
barely heard the Captain announce that the flight had just an hour
remaining, not certain how long she had been standing beside the
millionaire obediently and submissively. She realised that Jake had
put aside the newspaper and was glancing up at her, a curious
expression on his face. She looked down and realised that a large
erection was bulging through his suit trousers, and that his eyes
were fixed on her body, roving from her stockinged thighs up across
her sex to the straining buttons of her blouse, tight over her bust.
Licking her lips,
and speaking in a hesitant voice, Emma whispered softly, “Would
you... would you like me to do something about that?” She flicked
her eyes towards his erection, not daring to speak explicitly.
“I think that
would be very nice of you,” Jake said with a grin, putting his
hands behind his head and leaning back in the seat, “A gorgeous
girl like you looks even better with a cock in her mouth.”
Blushing at the
obscene compliment, Emma got down on her stockinged knees in front of
Jake, pushing his legs apart with her gloved hands and kneeling
between them. Glancing up at him, she brushed her hair out of her
face, then unzipped his fly with trembling hands, reaching into his
trousers to free his cock from his underwear so that it stood
straight up, quivering in the cool air of the cabin.
Emma's eyes widened
as Jake's cock sprang up, hard and fully erect. It was easily ten
inches long, and very thick, the head a glossy deep pinkish purple,
much larger than any she had seen before. Knowing that, deep down,
she wanted nothing more than to please him, she slid her left hand
inside his underwear, cupping his balls, then wrapped her right hand
around his shaft, stroking him with the soft fabric of her gloves.
Jake gave a grunt
deep in his throat, watching Emma appreciatively as she stroked him,
her hand sliding up and down his cock, her thumb brushing the head of
his cock with each movement of her hand, fingers wrapped tightly
around him. Taking a breath, Emma leaned down, then took the head of
his cock between her red lips, giving a soft moan of pleasure as she
did so, closing her mouth around him. Gently sucking on the head of
his cock, she started to slide her mouth up and down, her soft lips
gliding over his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper with each
movement into her hot, wet mouth.
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