Tuesday July 08, 2025

“giggle Like, good afternoon Sir, I’m Captain Candy! Is there anything I can do for you?” Candy asked as she flopped down across from the passenger in first class, making sure her skirt came up high enough to expose her panties.

The man, probably in his mid-fifties and in reasonable shape, smiled as he stared at her tits so she gave them a little shake.

“I’m not sure… what did you have in mind?” he asked.

Candy giggled again and then slipped a hand down and brushed her panties as she licked her lips, “Oh gosh, like as Captain, I’m fully qualified to perform all kinds of things! giggle Like, blowjobs, titty fucks, front and rear onboardings… giggle Oh my god, like, do you wanna see my landing strip?!?”

Before he could reply she pulled up her skirt and her panties down to expose the perfect 1 inch strip of blonde hair just above her pussy. She rubbed it gently and let out a soft moan, “God, I love it when guys cum on my landing strip…”

The man smiled even more broadly and then nodded, Candy squealed and then stood up, quickly getting undress before straddling the mans lap and making quick work of his pants.

“Captain Candy at your service Sir!” she squealed and gave him a little salute before guiding his dick into her pussy and performing one of the many maneuvers she was qualified for.

Candice frowned deeply and hit the call button once more, “Still no response?” her co-pilot Frank asked.

She shook her head and then ran her fingers through her short brown hair, “No… what are they doing back there?” she wondered aloud.

“Want me to go check?” Frank asked.

“No, no. I’ll do it. You have the controls Frank.”

“Affirmative ma’am.” he replied with a grin and she shot him a dirty gaze.

Sure she was in her forties, but ma’am, really? She let out a sigh, it was running joke between them. One of the passengers on a previous flight had called her ma’am as they were waiting in the lounge and Frank had overheard her terse response to him. Ever since, whenever she gave an official order or command, ma’am was his response.

She stepped up to the security door, unlocked it and stepped into the galley, then closed the door behind her. Walking into first class she was horrified at what she saw.

At least a half dozen women… strippers? Hookers? Porn stars? She wasn’t really sure, they all were impossibly proportioned and in the middle of various sex acts with the first class passengers.

She quickly scanned over the scene and then caught the red and white uniform of one of the airline stewardess knelt down between the legs of a passenger. She rushed over to the brunette and immediately regretted it.

Not because Mary, the head stewardess of the flight, a thirty something stern woman who seemed to have been a nun in a former life, now looked like a twenty year old hooker with giant tits and lips so thick she doubted she could speak normally was eager sucking a man’s dick.

No she regretted it as soon as she looked up and saw those red glowing eyes that seemed to penetrate into her very soul.

She gasped and wanted to turn and run back to the cockpit, but instead her feet were frozen to the floor, and moments later she felt her whole body shifting and changing.

Then, when it passed, the cockpit was the last place that was on her mind… though cock was now the only thing she was thinking of.