ATTENDANT'S PILOT
The new flight attendant stepped into the private crew lounge after the long-haul flight and froze. The pilot was already waiting for him.
The man was ridiculous. Shirt unbuttoned all the way open, showing a chest and abs that looked carved from stone. White pilot shirt hanging off his massive shoulders. Tight white briefs stretched over a heavy bulge. Sunglasses still on. He looked like a walking wet dream.
“You’re the new one,” the pilot said, voice low and calm. “Every attendant on my flights gets the same welcome. Come here.”
The attendant walked closer, heart hammering. The pilot took his hand and placed it right on those thick, oiled pecs. The skin was hot and smooth under his palm.
“Feel that? This body belongs to the crew between flights. You can use it however you want.”
The pilot slowly peeled the white shirt all the way off. Every muscle flexed under the lights — huge arms, deep cuts down his stomach, veins standing out. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down just enough to free his thick, already hard cock.
“On your knees.”
The new attendant dropped without thinking. The pilot’s heavy dick slapped against his cheek. He opened his mouth and took it in, tasting clean skin and salt. The pilot’s big hand rested on the back of his head, not forcing, just guiding.
“That’s it… use me. Suck it like you own it.”
The attendant bobbed deeper, gagging a little on the thick shaft. The pilot’s abs tightened with every wet sound. After a few minutes the pilot pulled him up, turned around, and bent over the chair, presenting that muscular ass.
“Fuck me. Hard.”
The attendant pushed inside in one long thrust. The pilot’s hole was tight and hot and already slick. He started pounding, hands gripping those wide hips, watching the pilot’s massive back muscles ripple with every slap of skin. The pilot moaned low and deep, pushing back for more like a trained slut.
“Harder… use this body… it’s yours until the next flight.”
The attendant lost control. He railed the famous pilot until both of them were sweating and shaking. The pilot came first without touching himself, thick ropes shooting across the chair while his hole clenched. The attendant followed right after, burying deep and flooding that perfect ass.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard.
The pilot finally stood up, cum leaking down his thick thigh, and put the white briefs back on like nothing happened.
“Welcome to the crew,” he said with a small, trance-like smile. “Same deal every layover.”
The attendant walked closer, heart hammering. The pilot took his hand and placed it right on those thick, oiled pecs. The skin was hot and smooth under his palm.
“Feel that? This body belongs to the crew between flights. You can use it however you want.”
The pilot slowly peeled the white shirt all the way off. Every muscle flexed under the lights — huge arms, deep cuts down his stomach, veins standing out. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down just enough to free his thick, already hard cock.
“On your knees.”
The new attendant dropped without thinking. The pilot’s heavy dick slapped against his cheek. He opened his mouth and took it in, tasting clean skin and salt. The pilot’s big hand rested on the back of his head, not forcing, just guiding.
“That’s it… use me. Suck it like you own it.”
The attendant bobbed deeper, gagging a little on the thick shaft. The pilot’s abs tightened with every wet sound. After a few minutes the pilot pulled him up, turned around, and bent over the chair, presenting that muscular ass.
“Fuck me. Hard.”
The attendant pushed inside in one long thrust. The pilot’s hole was tight and hot and already slick. He started pounding, hands gripping those wide hips, watching the pilot’s massive back muscles ripple with every slap of skin. The pilot moaned low and deep, pushing back for more like a trained slut.
“Harder… use this body… it’s yours until the next flight.”
The attendant lost control. He railed the famous pilot until both of them were sweating and shaking. The pilot came first without touching himself, thick ropes shooting across the chair while his hole clenched. The attendant followed right after, burying deep and flooding that perfect ass.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard.
The pilot finally stood up, cum leaking down his thick thigh, and put the white briefs back on like nothing happened.
“Welcome to the crew,” he said with a small, trance-like smile. “Same deal every layover.”
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