Chapter 8 - Relaxing Flight

Arnold sat down into the plushy seat of his first class flight. After a hard day at work he was ready to call it a day and go to sleep, but he was instead flying overseas to fix the fuck-ups of lesser men. 

 Thankfully, he got a ticket with his favorite company, and already saw the six stewardesses coming towards him. There were only four for the guys at the other seats, so it was clear these guys knew who he was. 

“Ladies,” he said with a nod. 

 The six blondes looked like they were designed to perfection in the same lab. They all had the same huge tits, the same wispy waists, and elegant ponytails at the back of their heads. They wore white blouses out of some sheer fabric wound so tightly around their chests that they were see-through for all intents and purposes.

 Each had a nametag, but Arnold knew they weren’t worth learning the names of and wasn’t going to bother. Their smiles were cute at least. “How may we help you, sir?”

“If this were any other day, I would’ve told you to get on top of me and ride me silly, but I’m exhausted.” He looked to the one on the far left, “You, get me a drink. Whiskey, please.” Then the next two. “You and you, massage my shoulders and head.” 

 The last three were still standing with their hands at the back and huge tits presented, waiting for orders. “You three, do you mind taking off these pants? Then, I want one of you to eat my asshole while another tends to my balls and the third milks everything out of my cock.” 

 The words were said seriously and directly, and the girls responded in the only way they were taught how, by smiling and nodding with compliance. 

 They pushed his chair back and started massaging him as ordered while the others took down his pants. Arnold closed his eyes and relaxed as he felt their tongues moving across his balls and asscrack, the third sucking hardcore on the head of his cock as it bathed in the heat of her mouth. 

 It was amazing how he could go to any place or try to hire the most experienced secretary and it still didn’t compare to the skills these girls were taught. From what he heard they came out of a university called Bartholomews that specialized in educating the brightest of the brightest. 

 He came into the mouth of the girl sucking him off and then heard them rustling about as they switched places. They were taking turns then. Smart. The sixth one brought him his drink and he downed the whiskey without another thought. 

 The flight took ten hours, but in those ten hours they never stopped working. Whether he was awake or falling back into sleep, Arnold could feel them tirelessly pleasuring him and making him feel good at every point in time. 

 But the long hours did take their toll, and when he finally woke up for good he could see that all six of them were stained in dried cum all over their faces and chests. “Girls,” he said as everyone got ready to leave, “thanks for the good work.”
 Exhausted, the six helped him get out of his chair, adjusted his clothing, and took their slavish positions as before. 

