Secret Tranny Air Stewardess Discovered by Gay Steward

The overnight flight had settled into that thick quiet that only came after the meal service, when first class stopped waving for more wine and the dimmed lights turned the aisle into a long gray tunnel. Lucia moved through it in heels, twenty-eight, navy skirt tight over her hips, blouse fitted across the breasts she had chosen and loved. Beneath the lace she kept herself tucked, cock pressed flat and careful against her body, a secret she had carried through two years of long-haul without a colleague ever catching the shape of it.

Bruno watched her from the galley door. Thirty-one, openly gay, broad through the shoulders in the same airline blue, he had been stealing looks since the safety demonstration and not bothering to hide them. The banter had started over coffee orders and gotten sharper with every pass down the aisle.

"You bend like that again," he murmured when she reached past him for a bottle of still water, "and I'm going to forget we're on the clock."

Lucia's mouth curved. "Then stop looking at my ass, Bruno."

"Can't. It's doing all the work." His eyes dropped, lingered, and came back up sharper than a joke. "You've got a walk on you. Makes a man curious."

Heat climbed her throat. She handed a passenger his water, kept her smile professional, and felt Bruno's attention like a palm at the small of her back the whole way down the aisle and back. He was still there when she returned, arms folded, mouth tilted.

"Curious about what?" she said, low.

"Whether that skirt is hiding something I want in my hands." He said it like a flirt, but his gaze had gone intent, tracing her waist, the press of her thighs. "You're too pretty to be this careful around me. I notice careful."

A call chime cut between them. She turned to answer it, pulse kicking, and knew he watched the sway of her hips until she left the galley light. On the way back she let her arm brush his on purpose. He didn't step aside. The contact sat hot and unfinished while they poured water, folded blankets, and pretended the air between them wasn't lit.

By the time the man in 2A stopped asking for pillows, Bruno had given up pretending his looks were casual. Lucia caught him studying the line of her throat, the swell under her blouse, the careful way she stood. She held his eyes a second too long and felt her cock twitch against the tuck, dangerous and sweet. She smoothed her skirt and spent the rest of the service aware of him the way she was aware of turbulence, a low constant pull under everything else.

The cabin lights dropped another notch. Passengers sank into sleep behind their shades, and the galley became a narrow pocket of steel and low hum. Lucia was stacking cups when Bruno stepped in behind her and drew the curtain most of the way, just enough privacy to talk.

"You've been hard to read all night," he said, close enough that she felt the words on the back of her neck. "I don't like hard to read. I like knowing what I want and hearing a clear yes."

Her hands stilled on the cups. "And what do you want?"

"You. In the crew rest. Door locked. No passengers, no one walking in, nothing recorded. If I'm wrong, say no and I'll take my hand off and we'll finish this flight like nothing happened. If I'm not wrong, tell me now."

His palm settled on her hip, warm through the uniform, not grabbing. Lucia turned. The galley light caught the hunger in his face and the restraint holding it back. Her cock was already thickening against the lace, the tuck starting to fail.

"You're not wrong," she said. "I want you. I've wanted you since you opened your mouth at briefing. But there's something you should feel before you take me anywhere."

"Then let me feel it."

She nodded. He slid his hand under the hem of her tight skirt, slow, giving her time to stop him, and found lace, heat, and the rigid length of her cock straining sideways against the panties. His breath left him in a rough sound. Fingers curved around the weight of her, and she pushed into his palm, aching, already fully hard.

"Fuck," he whispered. "There you are."

"Still want me?" Her voice shook from how fast she was throbbing in his hand.

"I want this cock and I want your ass and I want your mouth." He stroked her once through the lace, filthy and sure. "I want to bugger you until you can't keep quiet. Say yes to all of it or say no. I'm not guessing."

"Yes." She grabbed his wrist and ground against his fingers. "Yes, Bruno. I want your cock down my throat and I want you in my ass. I ache for it. Lock us in. Right now."

He kissed her then, hard, tasting coffee and want, and she kissed back with her tongue, moaning into his mouth while he kept his hand on her. A footstep sounded far up the aisle, a passenger shifting in sleep, not coming toward them. They broke apart breathing hard.

"Crew rest. Now. Before I bend you over this counter."

She fixed her skirt with shaking hands. He checked the cabin once, saw only closed shades and an empty aisle, and led her aft to the crew rest, sealed off from every sleeper. The door shut. The lock clicked. The narrow bunk and the dim overhead were suddenly the whole world, and Lucia reached for his belt, eager and sure. Her panties were already a wet ruin, cock straining the lace so hard the tuck was a joke, and she wanted that lock between them and the rest of the plane. She palmed him through the uniform and felt how thick he was, and her knees went weak with how badly she wanted him down her throat.

Lucia dropped to her knees on the thin carpet before Bruno had his zipper all the way down. His cock came out thick and heavy, already slick at the head, and the sight of it made her mouth water so hard she had to swallow. She looked up, lips parted, and waited for his word because she wanted to hear him ask and then give him everything.

"Open," he said, one hand settling in her hair. "Take it deep. I want to hear you choke on it."

"Yes." She meant it. She wanted the weight, the stretch, the mess of spit she knew she was about to make. She licked the underside first, slow and wet, then wrapped her lips around the head and sank.

He was thick enough to make her jaw ache by the third inch. She didn't stop. She took him to the back of her throat, gagged, pulled off with a string of spit, and went down again harder. Wet, gagging strokes, her throat fluttering around him, saliva spilling over her chin and onto the lace still trapped under her skirt. Bruno groaned, hips twitching, letting her set the filthy pace.

"Christ, Lucia. Pretty mouth stuffed full of cock. Deeper. Gag on it." She relaxed, swallowed, and took him until her nose pressed his stomach and her eyes watered. A wet choke tore out of her. She held there, throat convulsing, then dragged back and plunged again, sloppy and eager, stroking what she couldn't swallow with a spit-slick fist. Her cock had escaped the tuck, tenting the panties, a wet spot spreading at the tip. She moaned around him and his thighs shook.

"Enough." He pulled her off by the hair. A strand of spit connected her swollen lips to his cock. "Up. Bend over the bunk. I need to bugger that ass." She stood on unsteady heels. He turned her, pushed her down over the narrow bunk, and shoved her skirt to her waist. The lace was soaked, her cock rigid and leaking. He yanked the panties aside, baring her tight hole, and spat into his palm.

Two fingers pressed in, slow enough that she could push back, and she did, gasping into the thin mattress. "Bugger me. Hard. Don't tease." He worked a third finger in, stretching her. Then he lined up and pushed. The head breached her with a bright burning stretch that melted into fullness as she bore down and took him. He sank deep until his hips met her ass and she was stuffed, shaking, full of cock.

He pulled back and drove in again, vigorous, a pounding stroke that knocked a cry out of her. The bunk creaked. He set a brutal rhythm, hands gripping her hips, cock spearing her ass in long deep thrusts that made her breasts sway under the open blouse and her own cock slap the mattress edge. "Tight. Taking every inch. Listen to how wet you sound." She shoved back to meet him, skirt bunched, panties dragged aside, moaning his name, ass clenching every time he bottomed out.

"Not yet. On your back. I want your throat again while you stroke that cock." He pulled out. She whimpered at the emptiness, then scrambled onto the bunk, breasts bare, nipples tight. He straddled her chest and fed his cock, shiny from her ass, back between her lips. She opened and took him deep. He fucked her throat in short driving strokes. She gagged, swallowed, gagged again, and never pushed him away. Her fist flew on her own cock.

He pulled out before he came, cock dripping on her chin. "Theo and Rafael are on this crew. Both gay, both discreet, both grown men who know how to keep a door locked. I want them in here. I want your mouth and your ass passed between the three of us until we all cum in you or on you. Spit-roast. Every hole. Only if you want it. Say no and I stay."

Lucia's hand didn't stop. Her ass clenched, empty and hungry. "Yes. Bring them. Stuff both ends. I'm saying yes before you leave." He kissed her filthy and quick and slipped out. She stroked, skirt up, panties askew, until the lock turned. Theo came in first, twenty-nine, lean and dark-eyed, already hard in his pants. Rafael followed, twenty-seven, stockier, staring at her cock and her spit-wet mouth. Bruno locked the door.

"Ask her," Bruno said. Theo's voice was rough. "You want three of us, Lucia?"

"Fuck my throat. Fuck my ass. I'm not unsure. Use me." She dropped between them. Theo freed his long curved cock and she swallowed him in one greedy motion, deep-throating until she gagged and her eyes streamed. Rafael spat on her hole and pushed in where Bruno had opened her, buggering her in deep pounding strokes while Theo held her hair and fucked her mouth. Spit-roasted, she shook, jerking her own cock, breasts swinging, skin slapping in the locked dark.

Bruno took her ass to the hilt, fucking the slick Rafael had started, while Rafael fed her his thicker cock and made her choke, spit spilling down her chin onto her breasts. Theo slapped his cock against her cheek, then traded, a different shape down her throat. They put her on her back on the bunk. Bruno pounded her ass with her ankles over his arms. Theo used her mouth. Rafael sucked her cock, wet and hungry, while she moaned around Theo and leaked from both ends at once.

They rolled her onto her side. Rafael slid into her ass, slower then harder, while Bruno straddled her face and fucked her throat until she drooled down her neck. Theo jerked her cock in a tight fist. "Cum in my ass," she gasped when her mouth was free for a second. Rafael drove deep and came, hot pulses, hips jerking through it. Bruno took his place at once, fucked the mess, and buried himself to cum inside her too, thick spurts, holding her down while he emptied with a curse.

Theo hauled her to her knees and fucked her mouth in short desperate strokes while she stroked herself. "On your tits. Cover me." He came in hot stripes across her breasts and throat. She caught the last pulses on her tongue, licking him clean, and her own cock jerked in her fist, cum spilling over her stomach to mix with his. She knelt there leaking from her well-fucked ass, lips swollen, shining with all three of them.

They cleaned up with crew wipes, hands still roaming, palms sliding through the mess on her tits and the leak from her ass before they wiped it away. Bruno kissed her open-mouthed, tongue tasting Theo's cum on her lips, and she kissed him back filthy and greedy. She turned and kissed Rafael the same way, then Theo, slow and slick, not sweet. Fingers traced the cum still easing out of her hole. A thumb rubbed a streak across her nipple and then wiped it clean.

"Next layover," Bruno said, zipping up, voice wrecked. "All three of us. Hotel bed. You on your knees and on your back until we fill you again."

Lucia tucked her cock into fresh panties, skirt smoothed, blouse buttoned over skin that still smelled like their cum. She smiled, sharp and hungry. "I'll be there. I want every cock. Don't make me act polite through a whole rotation when my ass already knows the shape of you."

They slipped out minutes apart so the cabin would not see a parade. Lucia fixed her lipstick, checked the tuck, and stepped into the dim aisle with her face professional and her holes still throbbing. An hour later Bruno passed her with a water tray, and Theo and Rafael caught her eye from the aft galley, all three glances knowing and sated. She walked on with their cum still leaking into her panties and the taste of three cocks thick on her tongue.