FemboyWorld: FBWAirline First Class

"No silly. I'm on break, but I thought this would make you happy? Do you like what you see?" He slowly turns around as I admire his body. His stomach is perfect, he has a thick bulge, and his ass looks like a nice handful as it forms around the straps of his attire. The mix of his Caucasian and Mexican ethnicity exudes exotic. But those dark eyes are the main thing making my cock flutter.

"Of course I'm happy. How can anyone not be looking at you." I take him by the hand and lead him to a chair in the front of the lounge. We leave behind the sight of the men who lost money surrounding Albin as he is on his knees simultaneously sucking them as he softly says to each man," Sorry Daddy, sorry daddy."

I sit down on the chair and immediately Paris comes on top and straddles me. "You don't know how much it meant to me to be complimented by you when you arrived." Paris attacks my neck with kisses and bites. It sends me into overdrive. I place one hand on his hip and the other on his ass.

I moan softly, "You're welcome. But why do they have you working the ticket counter? It's the lowest position here."

Paris comes off me and looks sad and almost ashamed, "They don't like me here. Maybe it's because they think I'm ugly or something. I know I'm new, but some of the other boys already have better positions than me."

"You aren't ugly. You are so beautiful. You will be very successful here."

"How do you know, Sir?"

Because I own this place, duh. "Because... I just know things."

Paris's smile comes back and kisses me on the lips. His lips feel sweet and soft. And he smells perfect. Like Dove soap mixed with green apple shampoo. He grinds his ass harder on my crotch, springing my cock to life.

Just as we get going, the intercom announces, "Boarding to New York has now begun. All first class passengers please start the boarding process or risk being demoted to economy class. Thank you."

"That's me, Paris. I have to go."

"Will I see you again, Sir?"

"Maybe sooner than you think." I wink at him and reluctantly leave the first class lounge and head off to the gate.

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First Class

One problem I think I have found with the terminal is all the men rushing to the gate at once. It's akin to the running of the bulls. But here, all of them have boners just flopping around in their pants. It seems I am the last first-class member to arrive. All of the other men in the other classes have eyes of disdain on me. I just eek out a nervous smile and turn to the attendant at the counter.

"Hello, Sir. I am glad the last first class member has arrived. Will you please scan your ticket and take this tablet with you so you may choose your own customized first-class experience. Have a great and pleasurable flight, Sir."

I take the tablet, head into the tunnel, and onto the plane. The first class section of the plane is spacious. This part of the plane is divided into ten sections rather than seats. Each section is walled off by a divider and has two seats. One seat for the passenger. The other is for the femboy attendant. The section is at least three windows long. Both seats recline all the way back making a makeshift twin-size bed. To the window-side is a minibar and armrest with a gold encrusted top. In front of me is a T.V. with all of the channels and movies. It also has a live view of the FemboyWorld park in case you are into the voyeur thing. There are pillows and luscious sheets on the bottom of the seat. But, from first-hand accounts, those rarely ever get used.

I unlock the tablet and start my customization. The only customization is choosing which femboy you want as your flight attendant and what snacks you prefer. This flight isn't long enough for a dinner option. Business class and economy class have pre-chosen femboys for each section or individual passenger, so the luxury of first class is that you can hand pick who you want. The selection states the femboys name, what they like, and where they work at either FemboyWorld or the Terminal. I swift through the selection and they are all desirable and beautiful. But there is only one I want, who just so happens to not be an available option. So excuse me for a second, I need to make a quick phone call.

It takes about twenty minutes for everyone else to get on the plane. Especially for first time flyers in economy class who are either way too drunk, way too excited, or way too horny to keep it all in. It feels like it takes a miracle from God to get some of them into their seats. Once everyone is in their seat, the lead flight attendant speaks in a sweet voice, "Hello, everyone. My name is Jeremy and I will be the head flight attendant for today's flight. All of your Femboy flight attendants will soon be entering the cabin, but I must first inform you of our main rule. Due to FAA regulations, there will be no physical touching between flight attendants and passengers until the safety belt light goes off once we hit our main altitude. Any man caught touching their own, or any flight attendant before the light goes off will not be allowed to be attended to for the rest of the flight. Now all that is done, the femboy attendants will now be entering the cabin."

First to enter are the ten femboy's who were chosen to be the flight attendants for the 100 passengers in economy class. These flight attendants are usually the newest ones to be flight attendants or the femboys who like group sessions rather than one on one. They enter the plane wearing dress shirts and a tie so the rest of the airport is unsuspecting of what they will be doing once they are on the plane. The ten femboy attendants stop at first class and begin to strip for the first class members. Hoots and hollers can be heard throughout the plane and yells of "Hurry up! Get in here!" could be heard all the way from economy class. But, the femboys take their time and strip out of their clothes only leaving on sexy, tight underwear. The rich fucks have their tounges out, drooling over boys they passed over on their tablets. Once the boys are done, they leave the first class section, linger in business class allowing those men to eye fuck them, and finally enter into economy class. A gigantic shout and cheer could be heard and the plane starts to rock as the horny men in the back get excited at the first sight of their attendants.

Next to enter are the sixteen femboy attendants who were chosen to attend the sixteen business class flyers. These are the more veteran femboys who know exactly how to please a man. Since they are randomly picked, these boys are versatile in what they can do. They do not strip for the first class members since the business class flyers paid just enough money to be honored that sight. But, men were most certainly licking their lips as these femboy attendants walk passed us with their beautiful butts in those tight chino pants.

Last but, certainly not least are the first class attendants. The ten femboys picked by us on those tablets. These were certainly the most beautiful out of all of them. Some were even femboys who worked in the VIP area of FemboyWorld. These were the highest paid and most desirable femboys in my business. Their salaries are on par with NHL athletes and have the social media popularity of a Peleton instructor. But the femboy I picked had none of those accolades. He was just the most beautiful one I wanted right now and to share this with.

My sliding door opens up and there he is. Still as beautiful as I saw him when he let me in the terminal. Paris. He has a look of shock and bewilderment on his face. I can tell his heart is racing. I know what this means for him. A big hefty pay bonus this month and a chance of early advancement through the femboy ranks. First-class Femboys are highly sought out when they go back to FemboyWorld. Almost guaranteeing what people call, "Financial independence."

Paris sets foot into my seat section and says with a bit of anxiety, "H, h, h, How did you pick me? I'm not allowed to be an option until I am hired on full time."

"I told you I would see you again soon. Didn't I?"

"You must be very powerful if you convinced my supervisor and manager to pick me?"

"I guess I am." I can't help but tug at my bulge as he sits down next to me. "You really are beautiful, Paris. I couldn't help but chose you."

"I really appreciate it. I know I'm new but, I hope I can live up to your expectations."

"Don't worry. You will."

Each business class and first class attendant enters the plane with what is called "a bag of goodies."Different objects and toys to tease the man before the safety light goes off. The only rule is no physical touching. The FAA never said anything about objects and teasing.

"I'm going to strip now." Paris gets up from his seat and starts to seductively take off his clothes. It's clear he's new and doe not have a lot of experience but it is endearing and I can not help but enjoy his little show. He gets all the down to his jock strap he was wearing back in the first class lounge. He bends down and I see that sweet brown puckered hole. All I want to do is smack his ass and bring my nose to his hole. But I can't. Those fucking rules have me stroking my bulge relentlessly. He turns around and slowly takes off his jock strap. My eyes lock onto his crotch anticipating seeing his cock for the first time. But, Paris has other things in mind. He teases me just as I'm about to see his cock and turns around again.

"They may hate me but they say I'm a natural at teasing. Don't you think, Daddy?"

"You are such a bad boy for teasing me." My breath is getting harder and faster watching his ass swivel in front of me.

Paris digs into his bag and takes something out, "Will you like to use the pink pill today?" For those unaware, the pink pill, developed by Scientists at FemboyWorld, allows the man to cum as many times as they want for a limited time. The only caveat is that the user must wait fifteen minutes after each orgasm to orgasm again. Every drug has its side effect.

I open up wide and Paris pops the pill into my mouth as I swallow it. He obviously learned quickly from his unexpected promotion today. Paris sits back down with his cock hard and pushing against the pouch of his jock strap.

I ask, "Do you have any toys I can use on you?"

"You want to please me, Sir? I heard the men here want to be the ones pleased."

"I'm a different kind of man, Paris."

He digs into his bag again, shifting through his goodies. But, a loud yelp unexpectedly filled the air. It sounded like it came from business class. "Fuck, I'm already cumming. Noooo!"

Laughter could be heard throughout the cabin. A man announced, "the man nutted to his boy just shaking his ass." An even bigger roar of laughter erupted. I do feel bad for the man. He paid good money for twelve minutes of pleasure. Too bad business class is not afforded those pink pills. He has to rely on his own strength to get it up again.

The intercom turned on again. "The plane will now be headed for the runway. Please strap on your seat belts as we are about to takeoff."

Paris takes out a clear, plastic stroker that femboys use to pleasure their small cocks. "You can use this, Sir. It makes me all hot and bothered." I grab hold of the small stroker. And I finally get what I want. Paris lifts his ass off the seat and takes off his jock strap. I sit there and my eyes can't let go of the sight of his six-inch cock, which is on the big side for femboy cocks. He has my mouth watering and now I'm eager for that dreaded safety light to turn off.

I take the stroker, making sure not to make contact with his hand, and lean over him. I graze it over his swollen cock head making him squirm in his seat. I line up the hole of the stroker with his cock and give him his first stroke. He meets my actions with a shocking gasp and his eyes turn to me pleading for more. I oblige him and start slowly. I lick my lips at the sight of pre cum coming up from his piss slit. The squelching sound of the stroker on his cock is making my lips wet and my tongue is biting at the bit just to get a taste of him. It takes everything in me not to bend down further and lick a dollop of it up.

"We are now entering the runway. Prepare for takeoff." Announces the pilot.

Everyone ignores the pilot. Most of the femboys are at work getting their man all riled up. Some like a little pain, getting whipped and tickled by a flogger. Others are being stroked by a fleshlight as the femboy whispers sweet things into their ear. However, there is one constant. All of the men are moaning without any care in the world. Some are even whimpering, "Stop, stop, I'm already so close." As for me, I like to be the one giving pleasure. Nothing better than seeing a sweet femboy in a state of ecstasy. Watching the eyes roll back, their little moans, and hard breath. All due to my hand moving the stroker up and down his sexy cock.

The plane takes off and a cheer could be heard from a few of the men. Only a couple more minutes until we all get what we want.

"Take your clothes off, Sir. I want you to be ready when the safety light turns off." I do as commanded and take my clothes off in record time. I look back up at Paris and now his eyes are fixated on my cock. It's fully erect and in desperate need of attention. He licks his lips at the sight of my 7.5 inch cock.

I stop the stroking. We just stare at each other lustfully. I want to feel his lips on mine again.

The main flight attendant speaks, "We will now commence the customary countdown before the safety lights turn off, starting... now."

All of the televisions synchronize and start the countdown from 10. The rest of the cabin yells at 10 as well.

"I believe it's time I assume the position now," Paris says as he leans over me with his face only inches from my cock. It is tradition for all the femboys in business and first class to be just inches from the cock they lust over so they can get right to work as the light turns off. As for the economy class, it depends on the femboy and the group of men they have.

9...8...7, I feel Paris's drool drip down from his mouth letting me know how wet his mouth is. 6...5...4...3, one of the passengers announces "I'm cumming, fuuck." I guess the anticipation got to him and nervously nutted. I don't blame him. I feel like I can blow just from Paris's hot breath near my cock.

2, a silence quickly falls on the cabin in anticipation. All of the femboys in business and first class are now hunched over their passengers with their mouths waiting to pounce. 1, a loud cheer erupts, quickly followed by a satisfied moan as the safety light turns off. Paris and all the other femboys start to suck off their man with abandon.

"Oh fuck me, so good!" I moan as my eyes roll back to the sudden feel of my cock in Paris's throat.

The intercom comes on for the last time, "the safety light has turned off. I hope all of you daddies have a safe and pleasurable flight."

Paris keeps sucking hard. I can hear his saliva come off his lips as he bobs his head. He comes off just a second to ask, "do you like it, daddy? Am I being a good femboy?"

I bring my hand to his head and push him down on my cock and respond, "you're so good. Just keep going."

I take my other hand and start to explore his cock. I rub my finger against the slit. It's already slick with his precum. I know Paris feels good too because he hums on my cock which makes me buck my hips further, taking my cock a little further into his throat.

I bring my finger to my mouth and his precum tastes sweet. I go back for more a couple of times, making sure to lather up my finger with my own saliva. Now that it's nicely coated, I move to his hole and start to explore. I rub my finger around his entrance and it is extremely tight. I start to ponder whether he is a virgin because it's basically closed shut. But as I rub around more, his hole slowly starts to open up. There's no better feeling than a sweet femboy submitting to me. I push in just a nail deep which causes him to hum and moan even harder.

Paris comes off me again, "deeper, Sir. Open me up for your big cock." I oblige and now give him my entire finger. Paris's head flings up as his eyes go doe. His head moves close to mine and I kiss him deeply as I now take two fingers inside him. His tongue invades my mouth and we start to tussle, fighting for position. I ultimately win. I grab his leg and make him straddle me.

I lean over to the goodie bag, get out the lube, and start to lather up his hole. I bring my lubed-up fingers back to his hole and prep him by stroking two fingers inside him. My mouth finds home on his dark nipples and I bite and suck them. I make sure to give each one the proper attention they deserve. He lets out a hard breath and his head falls on my neck. Paris now bites and kisses my neck hitting every erogenous zone that makes me squirm in my seat. He's making my fingers thrust harder inside him. His cock grows on top of my stomach and strains of precum leak on my belly. I love the fact that he is a leaker.

"I need to fuck you now, baby."

"Fuck me, Daddy. I need it so bad."

I align my raging hard cock to his hole. I nudge his head to face mine as I give him a hard kiss. I finally open him up. My cock instantly feels the warmness of his hole. But, something about it makes it even more exhilarating. As if his hole was made to extract every ounce of cum while maximizing the most amount of pleasure. Paris lets out a high pitch yelp from my invasion and his head falls onto my shoulders as he hooks his arms around my neck.

I roar out, "you're so tight."My eyes are flying everywhere from the sweet sensation. I can hear whoops and hollers in affirmation and response as other men are now plunged into their femboys too.

I continue to thrust up inside Paris's warm hole as my hands find home on his hips which have a hint of baby fat left over. Then Paris moans into my ear, "let me fuck, daddy." And now his hips start to move on their own as he fucks himself on my cock. I just lean back and enjoy the sight of this sexy femboy stroking my cock with his hole while his six inch cock flops around in the air. It's almost entrancing watching his beautiful cock flop in every which way.

I repeat, "You're so good, you're so good." My eyes go hazy and all I can clearly see is Paris's shiny smile.

He leans on top of me and whispers, "you took my virginity, daddy. You are the first man to fuck me. I don't want it to stop." Hearing this makes my cock twitch and something almost animalistic courses through me from his words. I take back control and bring him in for a sloppy kiss, as I hold his body close to mine as I buck my hips into him again.

I then put his light body on all fours on the still seated chairs. I press the button that reclines the seats into a bed. I reapply some lube as Paris wiggles his ass in the air. I nearly cum just watching his plump ass sway in the air.

I get on my knees and start fucking him from behind.

"Oh fuck yes, you're so big. Rearrange my guts, daddy." I raise an eyebrow and take it as a challenge. I hold his hips tight and thrust harder each time I stroke inside him. His little yelps get higher and louder. My intention is to make Paris the loudest moaning femboy on this plane.

My eyes can't leave Paris's light brown ass cheeks ripple with every thrust. I give his checks a couple of hard smacks. Paris squeals at my actions. I gaze up at his body and can't believe how beautiful it is. I just want to control all of it.

So, I lean down on his back. Hook my arms around his arms and chest, trapping his arms against his side and his hands on his quads. Then I lift his upper body up and hold him there as I fuck his tight hole.

"Fuck yes. You're so strong. Oh god. Keep going I'm going to cum." I hold his body tight and fuck him with all my strength. His moans get higher and higher until he lets out "cumming!" And Paris cums hands free on the makeshift bed. His cum landing in every which way his cock head was facing at the time. I let go of his body as he falls limp on the cum stained bed. I roll him over, kay on top of him, and fuck him missionary. I kiss him passionately as I reach the tipping point.