Queen of FUTA: Chapter 2

Jet engines whine and cool wind blows across the tarmac as you follow Annette out of the hangar, your suitcases rattling along behind the assistant pulling them for you. The private jet that you’re about to board is sleek and white, and it looks like something from a movie. Nearby, a huge plane is taking off.

You have never felt so Hollywood. It’s just you and Annette today. You’re breaking off from the main publicity tour. Adella and the other captains will carry on. Annette promised that she would explain on the plane.

You climb up, finding a plush interior with only a couple of seats. It looks more like a luxury suite than a plane. There’s a full bar and everything. The luggage is stowed and you sit down and put on your belt as Annette seats herself across from you. This is all crazy and new to you, but she seems used to it.

The cabin is closed and the plane’s engines start to warm up. A uniformed flight attendant appears, ducking through curtains with glasses of champagne even though it’s morning. She’s tall and busty, with short, black hair and full lips. Her uniform is way too tight, or maybe that’s just her G-cup breasts trying to get out. You’re momentarily distracted by her when she leans down to give you your glass, then distracted again by her full hips and rear when she does the same for Annette. It’s too early for this. You pull yourself together.

In the air, you take a peek out your window at the clouds below. Annette’s on her second glass of champagne.

“Riley, do you know anything about how our distribution works?” she asks you.

“Uh,” you reply. She smiles.

“You know. Which digital platforms carry FUTA? Things like that.”

“Oh. Not really. I know we’re on Hulu,” you say.

“Right. So, the goal is always to go bigger. We have a meeting with a lady who works for a certain network.”

“Whoa,” you reply. “Like TV for real?”

“We’re already on cable. But we’d like to have something on Network TV too. We want to make sure that everyone can, uh, get a glimpse. TV’s not as important as it used to be. Streaming is the main thing. Still, if we could get this…” she trails off, giving you a look. “It would be huge.”

“Makes sense,” you say.

“We already have an advantage. This exec is a fan. She wanted to meet you. That’s why you’re coming along.”

“Oh. Wow.” You’re embarrassed.

“Don’t be so modest. What’s not to like about you?”

You blush. “Oh, man. Now there’s like… pressure. Do I have to impress her?”

“No. You just have to be yourself. If you’re feeling stressed, I’m sure my friend here can help you,” Annette adds, catching the eye of the stewardess, who smiles at you.

You balk. “Are you kidding me? Don’t say weird stuff like that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for her,” you say to the stewardess. Way to make an employee uncomfortable. Annette needs to learn some self-awareness.

“Oh, no,” the stewardess says with a grin, laying her graceful hand on her amble bosom. “No apology needed. My job is to take care of you. It would be my pleasure.”

Your face turns even redder.

“Don’t be shy, Riley. You’re a celebrity now,” Annette says playfully, and she’s got that look on her face. You know that look now. Gosh. You wonder if anyone else knows how horny she is deep down.

You shift nervously in your seat, laughing nervously.

“I’m fine,” you say, starting to sweat.

“You seem tense,” the stewardess coos.

“Oh my god,” you say, averting your eyes… just in time to see Annette uncross her legs, then cross them again. “Are you not wearing underwear?” you accuse.

“Me? It’s a party plane,” Annette says, gesturing at the private jet.

You laugh. “You are so weird,” you say.

“It’s s stressful job, Riley,” she replies, waving that off. “I’ll take some stress relief if she won’t,” she says to the stewardess.

“Of course.” The stewardess begins to unbutton her shirt.

“Oh my gosh.” You cover your eyes and peer out from between your fingers.

“Is that any way to act when you took all three of my executive producers to bed and fucked their brains out?” Annette asks innocently.

“That was their idea,” you point out. “And that’s not, like, an accurate way to describe it.”

More of the stewardess’ black bra is becoming visible as she unbuttons.

“Not the way they tell it,” Annette says to you. “They say you gave them the ride of their lives.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

The stewardess unhooks her bra and removes it gracefully, leaning forward as she does so. Her huge breasts swing free, huge, pale nipples already hard.

“Oh,” she says, her eyes widening.

You’re wearing jeans, but your cock is so big that it doesn’t make a tent; it looks like a… log in there or something.

Face burning, you grip the arms of your seat.

“Take care of her,” Annette says to the stewardess, then winks at you.

You are speechless. Your mouth is dry, you’re painfully hard in your jeans, and your eyes are glued to those boobs.

She kneels in front of you, tenderly opening your jeans and freeing your cock from your control briefs.

“Oh my,” she says coyly, looking past the huge shaft at you. You cover your face as she wraps her breasts around your erection and gently squeezes and rubs, rocking her body firmly toward yours.

“Mmmm…” you sigh. Your eyes close, then open.

Behind the stewardess, Annette has her skirt pulled up and one leg over the arm of her seat. One hand rubs a lazy circle around her clit. She’s perfectly groomed down there, just a little yellow hair in evidence, damp with her juices. She’s biting her lip as she watches you.

“It’s so big,” the stewardess says, straying into porn star dialogue territory. She wraps one arm around her breasts to increase the pressure on your shaft, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on the head. It twitches violently as shivers run through your body. Slick, clear precum starts to run from the head, sliding down your shaft to roll down her smooth skin. “Mm.” She licks some off, then nibbles your foreskin.

Your legs shake and you grip your armrests tighter.

Annette has her other hand in her shirt now, kneading one breast.

You hold out for as long as you can before you blow like a volcano. The stewardess takes the first jet of cum full in the face. The rest dribbles down all over her breasts as she uses her arm, cleavage, and the motion of her whole body to milk it out of you as you shiver in your plush seat.

Once it’s all out, she plants her mouth on the tip and sucks before standing up and leaving you there.

Panting, you gaze across at Annette, who is in a similar state, red-faced and out of breath. Her eyes linger admiringly on your softening cock, resting against your chest and staining your T-shirt. She looks at the juices on her hand, then smiles at you.

“See?” she says.

You have no reply. The stewardess returns, clean and dressed, with damp towels to clean you both up.

You nap for the rest of the flight.