1. How the flight attendant became my personal toilet


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: lesbian, pee, domination, Author: AnnaSici, Rating: 4, Source: reddit

    How the flight attendant became my personal toiletAuthor: AnnaSiciliana (http://www.asstr.org/~Anna_Siciliana/ )Summary: Lesbian, dominance, submission, pissing, pee drinking, forced, job, stewardess, humiliationIn my work I sometimes have to go out of country to attend to clients, which is why I was on this flight once. It's not important why and where exactly, but it was a damn long flight. Luckily I was going on one of those airlines (don't say which) that hands out free drinks during the entire flight. I don't drink alcohol, so I stick to juices. And since everything is free, I'm not the only one getting refills. I'm sitting next to a german who kept drinking incredible amounts of vodka and got more and more talkative - and unintelligible - with time.Anyway, what goes in, must come out. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in front of the bathroom. "Okay," I think, "there's gotta be more than one on this plane." So I go down the aisles through some other compartments where things didn't look any better.I finally go to the business class section. You'll notice it right away: Different carpet, different seats, broader aisles and somehow quieter. I must've looked a little lost, as a stewardess asked me right away: "Can I help?" I explain that the bathrooms in the other sections are all occupied and I was just looking for a free one.For some reason she can't let me into the business class, which seems to be a little ...
    embarassing to her. So she wants to help me anyway and takes me to the side. "Come with me." I follow her. She's a little small and wears little makeup, as seems to be the case with most germans, but she's cute. The dark dress looks good on her, and her hair is decently cut and braided. And she's got that submissive air that people in helping, service-oriented jobs (nurses, stewardesses, maids, etc.) often do.She's leading me to the side, where a closed door with the label "personal" is, fishes a key out of her pocket, and unlocks it. She's smiling insecurely and puts a finger to her lips, indicating I need to keep quiet about this, and then opens the door slightly. I smile back and slowly squeeze past her, while my hand brushes across her breast as if by accident. She looks at me surprised, I look back unflinching. My hand rests a little too long on her tits. She notices I'm serious and her submissive side comes forth.She follows me into the tight attendants-bathroom and pulls the door close behind her. I grab her and place a kiss straight on her small mouth. She begins to shake slightly, for fear or excitement, I don't know. When I let her go, she closes the door behind her while I gently run my fingers through her hair and whisper into her ear: "I need to pee.""Yes," she answers and looks at me devoted and somewhat clueless. "Down," I say. She slowly slides down my body and kneels on the floor as I push my skirt up. I pull my panties to the side and press her head against my pussy. ...
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