Airbus 340-600

Airbus 340-600

It's a cool plane, the Airbus 340-600 has more seats than the 747-400 and is more modern and nicer looking. The executive departments are pampering and very spacious and the coach is well designed though, as always, quite packed. Each chair has a personal video screen showing a selection of movies.
The Lufthansa plane, all decorated inside with yellow and grey, looks as neat and new as if it was just out of the factory. The hostesses are all tall and blond, blue-eyed and fit and they were smiling, however they had this German severe looking. All except one, she was older and chubbier and shorter and unlike the others, she had dark brown hair and a somewhat darker complexion. She was the head of the cabin – the purser. A name badge on her chest said: Alma
We took off at 1pm and the blue tailed long plane (around 250ft. making it the longest passenger aircraft ever.) was flying as smooth as a monorail train. Its huge size is giving it an unequaled vibration free and quiet flight.
The flight was not full and everything was nice, the airhostesses kept walking along the aisle, offering snacks, drink, than lunch and wine and even a good Cognac to sum up. People were digesting their meals, some were napping or reading, the windows were closed and the main cabin lighting system was turned off to help people who wanted to take their power nap onboard.
I had to urinate so I stood up looking for the WC and I noticed that the ones ahead were occupied. I started walking towards the back of the plane, as I found out something which I never saw on other planes. There were stairs down into a hall. I walked down the stairs and down there, there was a pretty big hall kind of a spacious foyer, very brightly lit with white LED lighting and blue signs all around, several seats and around, there were seven or eight toilet doors. What a relief! I looked around, and all the doors had red light bulb indicating they were in use. So, I headed without hesitation to the last door which had a green disability sign on it to indicate it can be used by people with disabilities. As I opened the door, I saw a much larger than usual cabin, dimly lit, but what took me by surprise was the chubby purser who was sitting there on the seat, totally naked, her nipples pulled down by a heavy weight pinched to them via a nickel chain, her legs wide open and in her hand she had some kind of a gizmo she held against her pussy. I said "sorry" and started walking backwards, as she said to me in a very assertive manner: "Come in, sir, I was waiting for you".
I was kind of embarrassed, however I was too curious to leave. She kicked the door closed and with a speed of a karate kid, she reached with her foot and latched the door locked.
So now it was the two of us alone, the horny purser, naked, her long nipples each about the length of a thumb, and myself. "Come closer" she said. I did. "Slap my face" she said. I hesitated. "Do it" she said again, her voice turning into a heavy German accent command style. I slapped her gently. "Harder" she ordered, and I obeyed and the slapping became stronger and stronger as she started moaning, playing with her gizmo down there. I looked down, what she had in her hand was some kind of a pump and she was pumping her clit with it. The long clit was stretched maybe one inch into the pump. She was moaning and groaning and kept demanding me to increase the slapping force. As I slapped her, the heavy weights were swaying all over, clinging and hitting each other. Her small firm tits were pulled down by the heavy weights. The whole scene was kind of bizarre.
"Are you sure you want me to continue, Alma?" I asked her.
"Don't you dare stop" she said, pulling and pushing the pump over her clit.
It lasted for maybe five or six minutes as I started thinking what should I do now, when Alma reached with her fast hand and grabbed my pants just on the zipper unzipping it with a speed of a prey animal. She released my hard cock with one hand (the other was busy with the pump) The cock, still covered with the underwear was in her hand, out of the zipper, but she didn't let it stay this way, In one swing, she pulled the underwear down, letting my hard cock free and hard.
"Come one, she said, just do it" Alma said. "Just do it". Her heavy accent asses to the seriousness of her order, but I was not sure what is it she wanted me to do. She leaned forward, her tits with the pinched nipples touched me now, and I could feel a mix of a breast flesh with a cold metal around my cock and balls.
"Do it" she became quite angry now.
"Do what?" I asked
"As if you don't know, slut" she kept with her deep accent. "Piss, piss on me, on my tits, on my face. You know better that that, Galian"
Oops, I thought, so she knows my name, I am not just sir.
I held my cock with my left hand, keeping slapping her with my right and tried to get some relaxation in order to be able to do as she wanted me to. I wasn't easy. The scene was too arousing and my hard cock refused to react.
"I am sorry, Alma, I cannot do it" I said.
"Fine then, I will help you" she said and she reclined towards me reaching for my cock with her lips and blowing it with a fast suck all the way inside. She started sucking the cock fierce-fully. It was clear she was trying to make me cum as fast as she could. It ached and was a pleasure at the same time. I tried to avoid cumming but it took her maybe 2 minutes to bring me to the point where an ejaculation was just a matter of seconds. I tried to push her back, to lessen her suction, but she was determined and quite powerful as well and she kept groaning and sucking the cock fast and vigorously. Just when I felt I could not resist anymore and the ejaculation was at the point of no return, she moved backwards and let the cock out, allowing for the stream of warm and greasy opal liquid to wash her face.
"Good, boy" she said, tapping with one hand on my butt, "Now piss!" she commanded without allowing me a moment of recession.
I took my time, tried to relax and eventually, the yellow liquid came in a blast, showering Alma's face, neck and breast
Alma was content. Her moaning grew faster and louder. Her body was trembling and she kept pumping her clit.
……I had an idea, but would she let me?
I kneeled in front of her, and gently removed her hand with the pump. I lowered my face and reached for Alma's clit. I can't remember ever touching or seeing such a clit. It was fleshy, juicy, hard as a cock and almost as large as one. I felt it throbbing in my moth as my lips encircled around it and my tongue, flickering all over it. I felt her clit throbbing in my mouth, her body was quivering and she was now yelling with excitement. Her hand was stroking my hand and face. I could feel her trembling rising into a loud crescendo. The climax came like a storm. Alma was wobbling all over my lips as a stream of ejaculation came running from her vagina and smeared my face.
Alma stood in an abrupt movement; she wiped her body with wet ones and dressed her dark blue Lufthansa suit in no time. She seemed to be in a hurry. As she unlatched the door to go out, she looked at me, smiled and I think, there was a wink…..
When I came back to the seat, the plane was ready for landing, preparations for landing were in their midst. A strong hand on my shoulder pushed my chair to right-back position, I looked back, it was Alma's hand.…