Oh, this aviation! The Airbus of debauchery
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The Airbus A380 was peacefully resting after a twelve-hour flight. It had rested...
Dmitry looked at his watch. Half past five. It was about time they showed up. But Roman was running a good half hour late. His phone vibrated.
"Yeah. So where are you? At the three-eighty? Wow! Who did you have to lick... Alright, alright. I'm on my way."
Ending the call, the co-pilot of one of the country's major airlines ran towards the largest hangar, where the A380 was indeed parked, awaiting technical inspection. Climbing the airstairs, Dima stepped onto the deck of debauchery.
Music was blaring in the giant aircraft. Heading into the business class cabin,
Dmitry sighed heavily. Tomorrow he would feel awful again. His dick would itch and burn, his back would ache, his head would throb. In short, everything as usual."Oh, finally! Where have you been?" the co-pilot of the same airline immediately asked Dmitry as he entered.
"So, I'm standing by the three-seven-seven waiting for you for half an hour, and you're here partying! Couldn't you have let me know?"
"But I texted," Roman smiled guiltily. "I just... didn't finish the text..."
A trendy club track was playing in the cabin. Besides Roman, who was sprawled in one of the passenger seats, present were Yevgeny, the airport's senior technician; Konstantin, the flight engineer of this temporarily rented-for-carnal-pleasures aircraft; two captains, Alexander and Mikhail; and the flight attendant Kirill.
"Hey Dimon," Alexander greeted the co-pilot. "Just don't pull a repeat of last time. Okay?"
"What happened last time?" Kirill, who hadn't been present last time, asked with interest.
"Well, not only did he fuck all four of them, he almost went for Zhenya too," Mikhail replied, glancing at the senior technician.
"No way!" the flight engineer snorted with laughter. "Really?"
"Very funny!" Dima innocently lowered his eyes. "I'm just... amorous..."
"Amorous he says..." Yevgeny snapped. "Alright, so Kostyan, where are the girls?"
"They're not ugly, are they, these Turks?" Kirill decided to clarify.
"They're Arabs, you hick," Kostya laughed. "Believe me, the bitches are total bombs! The best in the company, you could say. I'll be right back."
And the flight engineer went to the second deck, where the ladies of the evening were actually located. Five minutes later he returned to his friends and announced solemnly:
"So, gentlemen! Please love and cherish them! It's true they don't understand a word of Russian, but in our business that's not the main thing! Girls, please welcome!"
The soft pinkish-purple lighting looked beautiful in the business class cabin. A kind of cozy semi-darkness. All those present watched the curtains intently, from behind which the girls were supposed to emerge.
Kostya politely stepped aside and drew back the curtain.
"The people are ready for debauchery!"
Seven flight attendants entered the cabin one after another. Six of them were dressed in black lingerie with stockings and garter belts, but the seventh—the senior flight attendant, as it turned out—was adorned in all white. porn stories High stilettos graced the legs of each representative of the fair sex, and on their heads sat the caps of the most recognizable Emirates airline. The girls, smiling sweetly, formed a semicircle, yielding the center spot to the senior stewardess.
The music blared, the guys whistled and shouted things. The girls weren't just bombs, they were ballistic, motherfucking, rockets!
Dmitry stood in silent stupor, his eyes wide open. Somehow his gaze immediately met the eyes of the senior one. Her white lingerie in such lighting shimmered with a poisonous pink hue, and against her dusky skin it looked simply divine.
And while the men, as if at a sale, snatched up the Arab-origin young ladies, the senior one separated from the crowd and moved slowly and gracefully, like a cat, towards Dmitry. Dima snapped out of it and came to his senses. Right, why are you flustered like a freshman on a simulator. Come on, take her, and show who dominates the sky and the earth...
A real orgy began. The beauty, already without her bra, had mounted the senior technician, allowing him to greedily latch onto her breast. Roma a little further away was making out full-on with his second passion, firmly grabbing her butt, sheathed in black panties. Airlines know a thing or two about personnel selection, that's for sure.
Meanwhile, both captains were already going full throttle with their girlfriends. Well, that's not surprising. For pilots, every second counts.
Kirill, having successfully lassoed the tallest flight attendant into his embrace, spread her legs, and, moving her panties aside, pressed his mouth to the slit, exuding moisture of desire and passion. Konstantin was doing the same action simultaneously, with the only difference being that his girl was the most petite.
"Hello," the senior flight attendant greeted, approaching Dmitry.
"Hi. That guy over there, who's currently licking, uh, delivering pleasure to your friend, said you don't understand Russian."
The girl's hands grabbed the buckle of his belt.
"That's true. I am the exception," the stewardess knelt down. "Do you mind?"
His cock emerged and, like an arrow, shot upward.
"Mmm, magnificent... Married?"
"Who? Oh, me? Yes. All pilots are married. To aviation... oooh, yes, just like that..."
The Russian-speaking young lady gently clasped the organ with her manicured fingers and, licking the head around the base, took it into her mouth. After sucking a little, she began doing something no woman had ever done to Dmitry before. A blowjob with pops. Pulling her cheek out with the head, the beauty in snow-white lingerie sharply released the cock sideways from her mouth, creating peculiar popping sounds. It was unbearable.
The music faded into the background. Moans, cries, squeals, and shrieks were heard from everywhere. Some were speaking Arabic, others, like the senior technician, were cursing in familiar Russian. Dima, with clouded eyes, looked around. To the left, girls were moaning, put in doggy style by the captains; to the right, in the far corner, the smallest flight attendant was howling, impaling herself on Kostya's cock; a little closer, the tall and very slender beauty with unrealistically long legs was moaning and scratching Kirill's back. Kiry himself, grabbing her stiletto heels with both hands, was furiously pounding the poor girl.
The senior flight attendant, pulling the cock from her mouth, addressed Dmitry:
"Do you like it? Want more? Just, don't finish in my mouth. Okay?"
The co-pilot looked down gratefully at the kneeling girl.
"I'll hold out, be sure of that."
Looking slyly at her lover, the girl said:
"Oh, these Russians... Well, we'll see."
With these words, she slowly but surely engulfed the entire organ to the very base. Dima gasped, and when the girl lightly bit the shaft and began slowly pulling it out, he closed his eyes, grabbed the flight attendant's hair with both hands, and came in the throat of the blowjob artist. It was the first time he had been brought to orgasm so quickly by just a mouth. Catching her breath from coughing a little, the girl rose to her feet with clear disappointment in her eyes. Dima hugged her by the waist and pulled her close.
"Give me five minutes—and you'll see what I'm capable of."
"Again? Oh, these Russians..."