As they boarded their private jet, the ridiculously wealthy CEO and his trophy wife presented themselves as the epitome of grace and style. He was stereotypically tall, dark, and handsome, while she was a stunning, svelte, Barbie-like blonde.
Photojournalists snapped dozens of pictures as the philanthropic duo were set to head home after another successful fundraising gala.
After the door was closed, the couple wasted no time ditching their squeaky-clean personas and stripping off their conservative clothing.
Antoinette, their flight attendant, scurried to gather the scattered articles and hang them carefully before they wrinkled. In her peripheral vision, she observed the Master and Mistress already engaging in hedonistic acts of lust that left her own sex throbbing. She found herself wishing she could partake in their decadent pleasures.
Instead, she lowered her gaze and poured each of them a glass of the champagne they customarily consumed on their private playground in the sky. Additionally, she set out silver trays of fruits, cheeses, and chocolates. Finally, she brought out the case of sex toys they would use to enhance their in-flight session, including ropes to bind, paddles to spank, and dildos to insert in every orifice imaginable.
Once she finished laying out everything her employers typically required, she asked timidly, “Is there anything else you require, Master Jacob?”
The man looked up as if seeing Antoinette for the first time. “As a matter of fact, yes. Mistress Kara and I need something different to spice things up today.”
“Of course, Sir. I’ll be happy to get you anything you need.”
She let her mind wander into the gutter as she felt her nipples stand up like naughty little party hats.
“Anything?” he asked coyly, his eyes trained on her voluptuous breasts. “And what if it’s you that we want?”
Antoinette tilted her head and stared at her boss incredulously. “I beg your pardon?”
“What if Mistress Kara and I want to use your delightful body for our pleasure today? Would you agree to let us treat you like our dirty little slut?”
Antoinette blushed as heat rushed to her loins. “Ummm, well, I…”
“Yes or no? Make up your mind quickly slut.”
“Yes!” Antoinette blurted out enthusiastically. “Yes, I am happy to offer myself for your pleasure.”
Kara raised an eyebrow. “Well, then, slut, strip off your clothes and pick a safe word.”
Antoinette blinked. “Safe word?”
“A word you can say if what we are doing to you and with you no longer feels good,” Jacob explained.
“Oh, um…” she thought for a moment. “Philadelphia.”
“That’s an odd word, but it’ll do,” Kara said. “Now, get naked and on your knees, slut.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“You will call me Mistress, and you will call him Sir.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Master Jacob stood before her and rubbed the head of his shaft on her face. Then he parted her lips and inserted himself into her willing mouth, inch by inch, stopping only when his sac rested on her chin. He held his member there for a moment, and then he eased off so she could catch her breath. He grabbed her head and moved in and out of her throat.