Fanko Airlines

You arrive in Fanko Airlines's first-class seating section, stowing your bags overhead and sitting in a spacious front-row seat in the middle of two other seated women in suits. You never splurge on first class seating on airplanes, but this is the longest flight you've ever been on, and you'll be damned if you're going to spend it cramped in coach.

The plane eventually takes off without incident as the overhead announcement begins to play on the intercom. A polite, formal, Japanese spokesman's voice fills the first class cabin as a few stewards close the curtain between your section and coach. You can't understand him, but fortunately the video playing on the wall ahead of you provides serviceable subtitles.

"Hello and welcome! Our airline, in order to provide a comfortable flying experience for our guests, are constantly striving to improve the quality of our service every day. Flight guide, in-flight meals, and beverage services are offered. Our airline will give you perfect flight time enjoyment. For passengers who are uncomfortable in economy class, we will also offer perfect cock service in first class. Our stewards selection is very strict, and we will use our perfect flight attendants to entertain you during your flight. By pumping warm cum into you during the day, you will be able to get a comfortable sleep. Whatever you need, please feel free to contact the flight attendants. Our company will ensure you get the very best."

Shortly after the video concludes, a rather large team of male stewards emerge from the cabin ahead, bowing politely before attending to their designated sections... though it seems there's a roughly 1-to-1 ratio of stewards to passengers in first class, only about 15 of each in all. A stewards with his black hair combed approaches you, bowing lightly. "My name is Arata. It is a pleasure to have you aboard our flight today, miss." He says with a heavy Japanese accent. English is likely not his first language. He locks a nearby cart in place, and produces a moist warm towel from a rack within. "The seatbelt light has now been turned off. Please use this to wipe yourself down before I begin providing assistance services." You wipe your crotch with the towel for a long minute or so, half because the sensation is pleasant, and half because you feel Hiroto's expectant, expression on you the whole time. You hold the used towel out to Hiroto, who takes the towel from you. Wet sounds of slurping catch your attention nearby. There's a stewards between each of your row-mates' legs, their heads between their legs letting their tongues lick their pussies. "What service would you like to start with?" He asks, already getting on his knees between your legs rather expectantly.