As Long As It’s First Class And I Get The Middle Seat, I’m Good

A very sexy pair of flight attendants greeted us as we boarded. They were identically dressed in form-fitting, navy-blue, smock style skirts with mid-thigh hemlines. The white blouses were styled with a completely open bust, with half-cup lacey bras, white with navy blue trim that allowed their fine tits to spill out of the ensemble. They wore white, lace-top thigh highs and navy blue Mary Janes. Their shining brunette hair was styled up into a tidy sweep off their neck and capped with blue berets with the letters SF1 stitched in white. They wore matching collars with the words “SF1 Slut” embroidered in lurid lettering.

“Please, Sir, welcome aboard. The First Class section is, of course, already reserved for you and your companions.”

They ushered us to a plush, 3-person bench in soft, white leather. I took the middle, with left and right Facilitators next to me. They immediately began to caress my cock as the more passengers filed by us and entered the coach section through the 2 passages on either side of my bench.

Naturally, the rest of the passengers were highly attractive females, all dressed in accordance to the rules. As they walked by, I took the opportunity to not just enjoy the eye candy they provide, but to cop the occasional feel by groping a particularly appealing ass, or slide my hand up under a skirt to lightly caress stocking-clad legs and naked thighs above them. All the while, I was getting a great double handjob and the occassional pleasure wave from the Facilitators. Never in the old world I’d left behind would I have been so happy to have the middle seat.

Eventually, everyone was boarded and in their seats. Besides the 3 of us in First Class, I guessed there were around 150 horny sluts in coach.

One of the flight attendants picked up the in-flight phone and announced over the PA, “The captain has ordered the cabin doors closed. Please put trays and seats in the upright position and fasten seat belts. Please remove the electronic devices from under your seats, and bring your attention to the flight attendant’s pre-flight instructions.”

The Facilitators interrupted their ministrations to my dick and reached under their seats. Their eyes got big when they saw that SF1 had supplied each passenger with a state-of-the art vibrator. They were soft and hard at the same time, with a variety of settings that the flight attendants were busy explaining as the big jet slowly rolled toward the runway.

“Each complimentary electronic device can be set to expand and contract in length and girth with the blue thumb switch,” the attendant explained. She pulled up her skirt and positioned the toy at her cunt opening, and, flicking the blue switch forward, it slid into her. “Moving the blue switch sideways changes the diameter of the device.” As she moved the switch as described, I watched in amazement as the thing expanded to a full 3” in diameter, quite effectively plugging her sopping fuckhole.

Her breathing was becoming increasingly gasping as she further instructed, “The white switch can be moved to a variety of pulsing and vibrating combinations.” She moaned as the fuck toy worked it’s magic on her cunt.

“Finally, the red button changes the surface contours for added stimulation. There are settings for veiny texture, ridges, bumps, spirals, and combinations of all four.” With that, she dropped to her knees and had a gasping orgasm, jamming the toy in and out of her cunt and clutching her big, juicy tits with her other hand.

My Facilitators were in a similar state, albeit strapped into their seats on either side of me. I could only stare at the pornographic lewdness of the scene, with my dick sticking straight up from excitement and pre-cum practically running out of the slit down the length to my balls.

This was going to be a fun flight!