Friday, 11 May 2012

Jet Set Slut - kinky, retro and hot as hell!

I've published a hot new story, just in time for the weekend!  Packed full of wicked humiliation, female submission, bondage and (of course) hot sex!


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!

Available right now from Amazon.com, Amazon.co.uk, Smashwords and AllRomance!

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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