“Service? Please?~” [mf][facesitting][milking][bondage][pegging] Part 1

"Bloody hell.. It's her."
"Who?"
"What's 'er name? Kerr? That model chick?"
"Miranda Kerr..?"
"Yes, she's bought the whole fucking first class lounge to herself and locked herself inside for the flight."
"Fucking hell, what I'd do just to tou-.."
"Flight Attendants, Stewardesses, Please start serving now."

The familiar sound came on, down each row of each plane, you know an A380 can carry over 800 passengers in one flight? That's a lot of M&Ms and Headphones to hand out just to keep everybody happy, just so that they can come back the next time for their dismal job or attempt at a vacation. This flight felt like it was no different then any other, hell, everything was the same, crying babies, coughing, sneezing, requests for food from people who probably should be going for the salad, and requests for salads from people who should be going for anything else. Everything about this flight was normal, there was somebody rich in the front lounge of the plane, as always. You see, the way the planes work for our organisation is that the lounge suite is a whole designated area, apparently it costs a bloody fortune to get in, and rumor had it, that Miranda Kerr was on this plane, in that very suite… Fucking hell.

"You have to serve her…"
I was approached by my friend, we had traveled all over the world together, Australia, England, Italy, France, Germany.. Name a country and we have probably seen their airport, I shit you not.
"Me? Why me? I can't be fucked putting on some posh persona, just get one of the girls to do it..?"
"No, she requested a male attendant, something about disliking the ratio of male to female stewards. Just grow a pair and offer her some food, I doubt she will eat anything."

It was good logic, she WAS a model, so the chances of her scoffing down a chocolate muffin was about the same chance of me having sex with her.
"Fine. But you're standing by the door when everyone gets off this shitbox."

So off I went, I gathered my trolley and packed it full of any food she might want, from snacks like Mars Bars and Snickers, to fruits and meals, everything a Model could've wanted, and now it was showtime.
You know, I thought it would've been scarier then it was…

Knock Knock Knock

"Come in~"
"Attendant Service.. Would you like anything to eat? Or drink?"
At this point, my mind is fucking racing, I walked in to the suite, I've never actually seen the inside before, most of the people within it keep to themselves, they didn't get that kind of money by buying overpriced food now did they? This place was amazing, the walls were a kind of tacky white, a cream color that you'd expect to be on the inside of a house, the furniture was all stainless metal and modernized, standing on single, thick legs, or way to expensive looking to even touch. To the right was a large cough, which covered the wall off to the right, it ran along the floor with cushions that looked like clouds incarnate, better yet, a large bed, raised on a slight platform off to the right corner, where the couch ends, multiple sheets cover it, a large bed-frame around it, still metal, the bed itself a soft and gentle white. The best part about it, was the overall frame, curtains just barely see-through, sitting down around the bed, a bed for a princess indeed.
"Do you have any chocolate muffins?"
"Er.. Sorry mate I.. I must've left them up on my friend's trolley, I can go and gr-"
"Don't worry about it love… Say.. That accent? You're definitely from Melbourne.."
"Yeah.. Kind of got this job through my Uncle.."
"Well what a sweet surprise that is hmm~"
Her smile was breathtaking, her little dimples curling under her cheeks are still impossible to forget, her hair made every single babies behind jealous at once, it looked.. felt so soft. "Come here… You've not done your tie properly.."
"W-Wha.. Oh that's.. My friend's job.."
Fuck I must've been an idea to not realize that, Hell, I barely looked into mirrors anymore.. I approached her quickly, she was sitting up on the bed, she didn't move closer to me, or even move a muscle for that matter, as I got closer she smiled and began drumming her fingers on her thighs, letting out a slight giggle before murmuring, and I shit you not, I heard her say this and I don't think she wanted me to hear it.
"Wish they sold these on planes.."
I stood infront of her now, wondering if I heard that correctly, but it wasn't important, Miranda Kerr.. Miranda fucking Kerr was fixing my tie, I've never been so embarrassed and shy in my whole life, and she could tell. Now I don't know if it's just a model thing, or even a super-hot girl thing, but every move she made was graceful and confident, and without a doubt, sexy, biting her lip in concentration, squinting her eyes to focus, crunching up her little nose.. It's intoxicating.
"So.. You came in here pretty abruptly, first time?"
"Yeah.. I.. Uh.. Yeah I've never seen the inside of this room before, It's all new to me." "Oh?~ Well you should feel the bed, it's amazing.."
And with that, she tugged my tie and pulled me onto the bed, now naturally I wanted to play it off cool, but my god that bed nearly engulfed me in a state of comfort I've never felt before, all I did was spread myself wide and shut my eyes, it was like a bubble-bath.. So warm.. So soft.. So comforting… Well, It was until I felt it, the clink of metal was the first thing I heard, followed by a tight grip around my wrist, at first I thought it was Miranda, but the second my eyes jolted open, it became obvious, Handcuffs.
"What the fu-.. What are you doing?"
She didn't say anything, she quickly walked down to the next corner of the bed and pulled my foot down to the corner, yet another cuff, the same for my other leg, then she came down to my last free arm and with that same grace, that she used for doing my tie, she clicked the final handcuff around my wrist, completely binding me to the bed.
"Nothing beats a bit of fun~ Hmm..?"
"What are you doing… You're going to get me f-"
"Fired? No. No, They won't notice you're gone, and they definitely won't check in here, not without permission." Her logic wasn't wrong, but I was surprised she had planned this, was it a spur of the moment or something she had in her mind for days, months.. years?
It was at this time I looked over her, she had turned around as if looking for something, and it allowed my time to run my glance over her body. She was wearing a large white blouse, which fell down to her hips, beneath that was another article of white clothing, a short white skirt which sat freely around her thin hips, her shoes, white as well to add to the recurring theme, flats, obviously, this is a plane.. not the red carpet. But something was happening, these clothes I had just stared at for as long as I can remember being cuffed there, started coming off.. First the flats, she kicked them off and stretched out her feet, then her arms, which was followed by the peeling off of her blouse, and finally, a small clip off of her skirt and she was free.. Now many people, including myself at the time, would think a celebrity would have worn underwear, or at least lingerie beneath their clothing, but this just wasn't the case.. I was staring right at Miranda Kerr's ass.. And fuck me, it was amazing.
"Now THIS is where it gets good."
"Wait.. What?"
"You think I'm getting naked just for you? No No this is all for me, this whole trip is for.. Me."
She skipped over to her luggage and tore it open, I was sitting there watching eagerly, running my eyes over her body, memorizing every single curve, or lack thereof. From her bag she pulled a black bag and ran back over, dropping it to the side of the bed.
"You think I would really ride on a public plane? The sound of this fucking thing is already enough to drive me insane. It's attendants like you that make me keep coming back, to see what I can do to them, and what I can get away with… Your name isn't relevant to me.. Whatever it is. You're my plaything from now on, you now live for one reason, bitch. To. Serve. Me."
I couldn't believe a word of what I was hearing.. What did she mean? She was a fucking celebrity.. Talking to me like this. All I could do was thrash and tug on the bindings as hard as I physically could, but nothing would give, and neither would her talking.
"First things first, a seat for me~"
She wasted no time, she climbed up onto the bed and crawled onto my chest, sliding up higher and higher, my eyes locking onto her body, but it was hard to focus with my mind focused on what she had said, and before I knew it, she was sitting above me, her knees on my shoulders and her ass above my face, swaying back and forth infront of me.
"Now, be a good Steward and eat what I give you."
Not even a second passed before she dropped her hips, all of her weight pressing down on my face, the damp feeling of her slit pressing against my lips was almost instantaneous, I couldn't process what the fuck was going on, Miranda fucking Kerr sitting on my face, grinding against my lips.
"Did you fucking listen to me slut? Fucking EAT"
Her words came to a shock, followed by a shooting pain up my chest from what I can only imagine is a slap, I couldn't just lay there, my chest would've been red fucking raw. I opened my mouth and slipped my tongue from my lips, dragging them against Miranda's own nether lips, sliding the broad, rough side against her increasingly wet cunt, almost straight away her grinding became rougher and more constant, the lack of air was a growing constant, forcing me to tilt my head into her thigh for a moment to suck in a deep breath before continuing.. The taste of her sex was what you'd expect, absolutely breathtaking, the most amazing taste I've ever had grace my mouth, my pants were about to burst.. Had they not been torn down. At first I didn't realize she had peeled down my pants, whilst grinding and sitting on my face, moaning and mewling as she did so. But the second her hand wrapped around my length, I jolted upwards and gasped, sending vibrations shooting up her that gave her the same feeling.
"Pretty big for someone your age.. What are you? 19? 20?"
How was I supposed to answer that? She had her ass firmly planted on my mouth and nose, grinding into me incessantly, worse yet, she had her hand wrapped tightly around the base of my throbbing, fully erect cock, there was no chance I could form words.
Now must guys would tell a girl that a handjob should be a rhythm, starting slow and building speed… right? Well nobody told Miranda. After a few moments of a firm grasp around my length, she bent over, giving me the ability to breath through my nose, and began pumping my cock, harshly and fast, pistoning her tight grip up and down the hard length of my meat rod without a care for me, letting out seemingly childish and deviant laughs as she milked me… All I could do was lap and lap at her cunt, slipping my tongue between her lips, sweeping up all of her juices that dripped from her set, it was that and the covering of pretty much my entire face with her incessant grinding, which translated well, to her moaning and gritting her teeth to compensate for the pleasure rolling up her body, which was nothing compared to the pleasure shooting through me, I've always considered myself someone who lasts a while, but for some reason I could feel my orgasm welling up inside of me, as if I hadn't cum for months on end and finally was about to find release, her grip hadn't gotten weaker, her speed was still incredibly fast, pumping my cock, up and down, up and down. Though I wasn't the one to cum first, her grinding had become more and more blatant and rough, grinding up to my nose and then to my chin, leaving me flailing my tongue aimlessly at her slit as she squealed out in pleasure, after more and more vicious strokes of her ass on me… Miranda Kerr came on my face.
"Ah.. Fucking yes.."
She panted and panted, gasping for air as she kept her handjob constant, sending me crazy, I couldn't get enough pleasure at this point, bucking wildly into her hand and she seemed to enjoy it.. Only moments after she had cum, it was my turn.
"CHNMM"
I yelled out loudly, beneath her still-grinding ass, she knew almost straight away as I felt her lips wrap around the head of my cock, almost straight away I shut my eyes and exhaled deeply, beginning to spurt rope upon rope of thick, hot seed into her waiting mouth, I've never came so much in my life. Every time my cock throbbed it unloaded another shot of cum into her velvet-like mouth, her hand slowing for the first time in the whole ordeal to milk my seed from me, my hips dropping down as finally, after what felt like a minute of cumming.. My orgasm faded.
"Hmnmm~"
I heard her mutter, she sat up quickly, I began taking deep breaths of air, my chest rising and falling as she climbed over me and turned around, looking down at me with a smug grin.. I could tell what was about to happen, she hadn't swallowed.. And neither was I going to. Almost instantly I shut my mouth and lips and locked my jaw, but it was no use, she held my nose and pressed her other hand into the sides of my cheeks, the second I took a deep gasp for air she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine, tilting her head into a deep kiss. I couldn't fight it, I shut my eyes and opened my mouth freely as she unloaded the thick load of cum into my mouth, moments passed and the kiss lingered before she pulled away and pressed her hand to the bottom of my jaw, closing my mouth and with one word, she ordered.
"Swallow."
I gulped down my own load and cringed at the taste, it wasn't the best thing I'd had.. I would've preferred Airplane food.
"That was a fun start.. But we've got two more hours and I've got all of these toys to play with!"
Those words were the bane of my existence, either that or what came next, as I opened my eyes she was reaching into the black bag she had left by the bed, slowly pulling out a Strap-On.
"I'm going to make a Steward squeal~."


–Hey! Hope you liked my story! This is Part 1, It's my first time writing a long, long story and It's only just starting to get kinky! Feel free to PM me with ideas! Or catch me on DPP to roleplay! Either way it's going to get a lot more fun for our protagonist! Constructive criticism would be good as I know I'm not the best writer for sure. If you enjoyed this then thank you, I tried my best for coming back from work and being tired… Seriously it's killing me! More Miranda to cum come.–

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