Sky Angels

Author's Note:

Dear readers, thank you for being patient with me as I slowly put out stories.

This new series is a bit of a departure (pun intended!). I decided to explore a fantasy I've always had, and I hope you enjoy it. I also get more detailed in this one! Let me know if you like that.

As always, please vote, comment, and feel free to reach out to me with feedback. It helps me improve.

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Client Testimonial:

"I am so pleased to have found Sasha. She is polished, dedicated, and always goes the extra mile. Once you've flown with a Sky Angel, no one else will ever be good enough. They are simply the best."

-- CEO of a Fortune 500 Company

Sasha Brewer smoothed her long, blond hair in the bathroom mirror and reapplied her red lipstick before pushing up her bra to make her DD cleavage perkier.

Click

Sasha admired her sultry selfie and texted it to multiple contacts before heading into the private jet hangar. The clicking of her 4-inch black pumps drew the attention of the two ground crew members in neon vests. They eyed her as she walked up the steps of the jet, her firm ass swaying under her short, tight pencil skirt. Their jaws dropped when they saw the slightest flash of a black thong as she reached the top. She turned and smiled down at them with a little wave before ducking inside.

Sasha was a 24-year-old stewardess with Sky Angels Agency (SAA), which contracted out flight attendants to private jets, generally owned by corporations or high-net-worth individuals. Her job was to first and foremost look after the health and safety of her passengers. Beyond that, she was responsible for providing a luxurious, seamless, and pleasurable flying experience.

SAA was notoriously selective and protective of its reputation, which it had been carefully cultivating over the past 30 years. Every Sky Angel had to be confident, sophisticated, alluring, and an expert in client satisfaction. Only the very best got to be Sky Angels, and Sasha loved every minute of it.

As usual, she was wearing her Sky Angels uniform:

Sky blue button-down blouse tucked into a short, navy pencil skirt

Matching navy blazer with the SAA logo

4-inch black pumps

Sheer black thigh-high stockings held up with a black garter

SAA handkerchief tied around her neck

Sasha dropped her bags in the front closet and said a quick hello to Steve, the pilot. He was a no-nonsense guy in his 60s who didn't much care what happened on the plane while he was flying it, making him an ideal pilot in Sasha's mind.

She started preparing a drink for her passenger, John, with whom she had flown many times. He was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company who liked his drinks strong and his women frisky. As she measured out the ingredients, two hands caressed her waist and slid up to her breasts.

Sasha heard a whisper in her ear as she felt something stiff rub up against her ass. "That selfie got me rock hard, baby."

She turned to face John and smiled up at him broadly. At 6'3, he towered over her 5'4 frame.

"Hi, Daddy." John felt his dick twitch when she called him Daddy. He ordered Steve to take off and took a seat.

Sasha stood in front of him, her legs slightly spread, and bent down at the waist to place his drink on the armrest. John's hands slid up and down her silky nylons as he admired the dazzling cleavage in his face.

With both hands on the armrests, Sasha spread her legs further, making her skirt rise above the tops of her stockings. John sipped from his drink and lazily tugged on a garter strap before releasing it with a loud snap.

"Ow, Daddy!" Sasha and John grinned at each other. They liked to play a little rough.

From the minute he met her two years ago, John had been mesmerized by Sasha's ocean blue eyes, long blond hair, perky DD tits, and feisty personality. If John was flying for work, Sasha was his flight attendant.

John fingered the smooth skin of her upper thighs, wondering how on earth he got this lucky. He had been cheating on his wife for years, but never before with such a luscious and voracious woman.

John's hand slowly grazed her inner thigh. Sasha let out a soft moan as it reached the soft fabric of her thong. He rubbed gently, feeling her wetness.

"You know the drill, Daddy. I have to do the safety brief first." John ignored her and kept rubbing. Still leaning over his seat, she shivered when his fingers pushed aside her thong and brushed against her landing strip.

"Thank you for choosing Sky Angels as your in-flight companion. Please keep your seatbelt fastened while the seatbelt sign is on!" Sasha gasped as John started rubbing her clit.

"This aircraft is equipped with floor-level lighting and two emergency exit DOORS!" John inserted a finger into Sasha's pussy and curled it towards him to stroke her G-spot.

"Please place mobile phones on aircraft...mode...." Sasha moaned the last bit as John started finger-fucking her, relishing how tight she was around his finger.

"Smoking is not allowed on board!" John inserted a second finger and rubbed her clit with his other hand. Her legs began to shake, making her tits jiggle in his face.

"Today's flight time is two hours!" Sasha was so close now. John inserted a third finger, and his fingers squelched as they rammed her pussy.

"Cum for Daddy, slut." Being called a slut sent Sasha over the edge. Sasha's moans reached the cockpit as she came hard.

John removed his fingers and slid her thong back into place. He licked his fingers with a grin. She tasted sweet and musky.

"Flight attendant, prepare for takeoff," Steve announced.

They ignored him. Sasha climbed into John's lap and rested her head on his shoulder, spent.

"I missed you, Daddy."

"I missed you too, baby girl." John only got to see her three to four times a month.

I really need to find more reasons to fly.

John wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. Sasha could feel his erection pressing against her ass. She wriggled against it. John groaned and picked her up in his arms, adjusting her so that her back was against his chest.

Sasha took off her blazer and ground her ass against his pelvis. John moaned in her ear, reaching around to grope her tits through her blouse. He felt her nipples harden; he knew how much she loved it when he played with her tits.

He pulled her blouse out of her skirt, reaching in to caress the soft skin of her waist and stomach, before squeezing her tits through her bra. Sasha moaned loudly as he pinched her nipples; John's ministrations were having the intended effect.

John moved his hands down her torso and pushed her hips down harder against his cock. He had been rock hard since seeing Sasha's sexy bathroom selfie, and fingering her tight little pussy and feeling her tight little body against him had just made him harder. He needed to see the rest of her.

"Strip for me, slut," John ordered. Sasha's pussy tingled. She loved it when he called her a slut.

Sasha slipped off his lap and performed a striptease for John. She swayed her hips as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her black lace bra. Her bra was low cut, putting her cleavage on magnificent display. The bra's lace barely covered the stiff nipples he had just been fondling.

She turned around and let him watch her unzip the back of her skirt before pushing it off her firm ass. Her matching thong came into view; it was a tiny thing, all strings and lace.

Sasha danced for him in her lingerie, bending over and wiggling her ass mere inches from his face so he could smell her arousal. She spread her asscheeks for him, and her thong barely covered her tight little asshole.

God, I want to fuck that ass.

It was the one thing they hadn't done yet.

John tore his eyes away from her ass to admire the way the soaked fabric of her thong molded to her swollen lips, displaying a perfect outline of her barely-covered pussy.

John reached out and slowly pulled her thong down, revealing her cute, puckered bud. As he continued peeling her thong away, a long strand of her sticky juices came with it, connecting her glistening pussy to her thong. Her outer pussy lips were beautiful, smooth, and plump, just begging to be invaded.

John left her thong, soaking wet with a creamy white spot on the gusset, stretched between her thighs. He licked his lips as he spread her ass. John had tasted her off his fingers earlier, but now he yearned to go straight to the source. Before he could bury his face in her snatch, Sasha stepped forward, out of his reach.

"Tsk, tsk, Daddy. You know you're only supposed to look at strippers, not touch. You teased me while I was doing my safety demonstration, and now it's my turn."

John was going crazy. Sasha stood in front of him, legs spread, thong stretched between her thighs, and reached up to unclasp her bra. She tossed it aside, and John glimpsed parts of her side cleavage as she swayed.

Sasha shimmied her thong off and kicked it away, leaving her in just her garter, stockings, and heels. Then she turned around, finally giving John a look at her naked form. He took in her firm DD breasts topped with hard pink nipples, narrow waist, flat tummy, and tiny blonde landing strip that proved the carpet matched the drapes.

She continued to sway her hips and dance for him, squeezing her tits together and running her hands all over her luscious body. Sasha dropped to her knees, legs spread wide. One hand slowly slipped down her stomach. Sasha closed her eyes and moaned as she rubbed her clit. The hand on her tit squeezed hard as she gyrated her hips, fucking the air. John watched in agony as his 24-year-old minx pleasured herself in front of him.

Sasha opened her eyes and smiled coquettishly up at John.

"

Now

you can touch, Daddy."

Sasha straddled him and thrust out her chest. John grabbed her tits, crushing them together. She started grinding her hips on John's hard cock, covering his pants with her juices. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down harder. Sasha played with her tits as she rubbed her clit on John's crotch.

Sasha loved fucking older married men. Nothing in the world got her this horny. She grinned at him and squeezed her tits together as she dry humped him.

"Do you want to fuck my titties, Daddy?"

John pushed her onto her knees with a growl. He fucking loved it when she called him Daddy.

Sasha unzipped John's pants, and his thick 7" cock almost slapped her in the face. She brushed her breasts back and forth on John's cock before wrapping her hand around it and giving it a few tugs. A drop of pre-cum leaked out, and Sasha rubbed the head of his cock and his pre-cum on her pert nipple. Then she started slapping his cock on each of her tits, making them jiggle and bounce.

John was painfully hard at this point. He grabbed the back of her neck and shoved his cock between her tits, watching it disappear between them. Sasha started working them up and down, squeezing them around his cock. She was getting even wetter; she relished the feeling of a hard cock between her tits.

But the pace was too slow for John. He began thrusting up hard, closing his eyes as he fucked his little slut's huge tits. Again, he couldn't believe his luck. This 24-year-old regularly made her hot body available to him.

My wife never lets me do this.

As if reading John's thoughts on all the things his wife never did, Sasha opened her mouth to lick John's cock as he fucked her tits. With every thrust, the underside of his cock brushed against her tongue.

Soon, the sensation of his cock between Sasha's pillowy tits became too much. After a few more thrusts, John grunted and came all over her chest. When he finished, Sasha rubbed his cum into her skin and licked it off her fingers, grinning up at him.

John pulled her up back onto his lap. His hands in her hair, he kissed Sasha with a passion he had never felt for his wife or even his other mistresses. Sasha wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back hungrily.

Steve announced that they would be landing in Charleston shortly.

They broke off the kiss, and John grinned at Sasha like a dopey teenager.

Sasha grabbed John's garment bag from the closet and handed him a fresh set of clothes so he wouldn't smell like 24-year-old pussy at his meeting. She then gathered her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She returned looking polished and fresh, as though she hadn't just been fingered and tit-fucked by her 55-year-old passenger.

When they landed, Sasha opened the airplane's door. As he turned to leave, John leaned in to kiss Sasha.

"I should be back in two hours. We're trying to close a big deal. Wish me luck, baby girl."

Sasha wrapped her arms around him and pressed her tits against his chest. She slipped her tongue into his mouth.

"Good luck, daddy. I'll be here waiting."

John left, thinking about how quickly he wanted to get this done so he could return to his blonde bombshell.