**First-Class Filth**

I was flying first class for the first time in my life—some bullshit work perk—and the moment I saw the hostess, I knew this flight wouldn’t be boring. Her name was Lina, according to the little tag pinned to her tight blouse. Tall, curvy, blonde hair in a slick bun, lips glossy enough to make me imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my cock. She didn’t just serve drinks; she served *looks*, flirty little smiles every time she bent over just enough to give me a peek down her blouse.

By the time the cabin lights dimmed and most passengers were asleep, she was kneeling beside my seat, her fingers tracing my thigh. “You’ve been staring all flight,” she murmured. “Got something you wanna say?”

I smirked. “Yeah. I wanna know what your pussy tastes like.”

Lina didn’t even blush. Instead, she bit her lip and glanced toward the back galley. “Follow me.”

I barely had time to get hard before she dragged me into the tiny crew rest area, a cramped space with just enough room for a fold-down bed. What I *wasn’t* expecting was the two other flight attendants already there—one tall, dark-haired guy with his cock out, stroking lazily, and another girl with her skirt hiked up, no panties, fingers working her clit.

Lina grinned at my shock. “Surprise. We *share* our perks.”

The dark-haired guy—Mateo, apparently—grabbed my wrist and shoved my hand between the other girl’s thighs. “Feel how wet she is. We’ve been waiting for someone to join the fun.”

And fuck, she was *dripping.*

Lina dropped to her knees and yanked my zipper down, swallowing my cock in one smooth motion. The way her tongue swirled around the head made my hips jerk, but Mateo was already pushing me toward the bed. “Her turn,” he grunted, flipping Lina onto her back and spreading her legs.

I didn’t need an invitation. I buried my face in her pussy, licking deep, sucking her clit while she gasped and bucked beneath me. The other girl—I never caught her name—climbed on top of my face, grinding her cunt against my mouth as Mateo fucked Lina hard from behind. The sounds were filthy: wet slaps of skin, choked moans, Lina whimpering, “Oh god, yes, fuck me, *both* of you—”

That’s when I noticed the phone propped up on a tray table, recording everything.

“You’re *filming* this?” I gasped between licks.

The girl riding my face giggled. “For later.” Then she shoved my head back and sank down on my cock, her tight pussy squeezing me so hard I almost came right there.

It was chaos after that. Mateo pulled out of Lina and pushed me onto my back, letting her ride me while he fucked her mouth. The other girl straddled my face again, her thighs trembling as she came, her juices dripping down my chin. I lost track of who was where—just hands, mouths, cocks, pussies, all slick and desperate.

I lasted longer than I thought I would, but when Lina clenched around me and screamed, her nails digging into my chest, I couldn’t hold back. I came so hard my vision whited out, pumping into her while Mateo groaned and spilled across her tits.

By the time we untangled, the phone was still recording, the little red light blinking. Lina smirked as she zipped her skirt back up. “Wanna see how it turned out?”

Fuck yes, I did.