The blonde giggled as she pranced a few steps ahead of him, heels clicking on the polished wood. He smiled as she twirled a few times, watching the translucent yellow silk swirl and flare around her hips, saw her wide green eyes behind her big round glasses drinking in all the sights.

He had to smile himself. Somehow the flowers in the planters seemed bigger and brighter, the marble and wood of the platform and benches all seemed shinier when she was there. Maybe he'd just not bothered to see it, before.

She giggled as she stopped her twirl, her transparent yellow dress barely tinting her freckled, volleyball-sized tits as they wobbled, capped with domed orange-sized areola and her jutting nipples the size of her thumbs. The brazen display caught and held a few gazes, some disapproving, some hungry, but she didn't seem to notice or care about any eyes but his.

She twirled up against his side, and murmured happily as his arm wrapped around her, brazenly kneading her tit through the fabric as they strolled to the head of the train.

He watched as two nervous stewardesses fidgeted in their crisp blue uniforms, starched white blouses under sharp blazers and short, tight blue skirts, blue stockings and low blue heels and the square blue cap perched jauntily askance on their heads. They fidgeted and glanced about as he stood and stared at them, making the wait uncomfortably long as he groped the cooing blonde's breast.

Honestly, he wasn't quite sure if it was his brazen hand or the brazen display of power she was enjoying more, but he could feel her legs shaking and could just start to smell her excitement as it trickled down her thighs.

When the two stewardesses were looking nearly terrified, he gave the blonde's nipple a tweak, and she slipped her hand inside his suit, pulling out the bright white folded ticket. "I'm sure our accommodations are prepared? Along with all the... Refinements... I requested...?" She purred, half moaning her words to the trembling women.

One managed just a terrified squeak, the other stammered meaningless babble-sounds before managing "y-Yes, this, this w-way, m-m-Mister...?"

The blonde smiled, and nodded to the terrified women. "Yes. Mister." She giggled and twirled again, slipping from his grasp, replacing her fat tit in his hand with her own slim fingers, her grip warm as she pulled him up the steps to the private car.

The interior was opulent, dark exotic wood and rich wine-coloured velvet, gold trim and gleaming crystal.

Two Stewardesses stood waiting, though their uniforms were notably different. Beyond the jaunty caps, there was no blouse under their sharply cut blazers, tailored to bare their busts hefted high in blue lace demicup bustiers, frilly decorative supports that left their teats jutting free. Their skirts were cropped much shorter, leaving rounded rumps and vulvas on open display, pubic hair shorn clean save for a tuft trimmed and dyed to match the logo of the railline. The blue stockings had elaborate lace tops that stretched up to meet the gold clasps of frilly garter straps, and the polished blue heels were towering six inch needle heels that forced their wearers to tiptoes.

They had seemed to have interrupted a moment between the two. One was an oriental woman, the corners of her slanted brown eyes painted in elegant feathered red, her glossy black hair in sharply square bangs and a shoulder-grazing bob, but her gleaming red lips were in a nervous grimace, and she was cringing away from the other Stewardess.

If the asian lady was beautiful, the other was simply too much. Caucasian and with a long tumbling tousel of gleaming red hair, she was almost painful to look at, like a screen set too bright and searingly oversaturated. She had gold trim on all the seams of her uniform and brush epaulettes on her shoulders. She was toweringly tall, six feet before the tottering heels jacked her higher, and her purple eyes seemed to cut through wherever she gazed. Her lips were somehow supernatural, overplumped without being swollen or bloated, and coated in thick layers of liquid blood-red lipstick that just begged for something thick stuffed between them.

She had been turned to her cringing partner, lips twisted in a sneer, face in a scowl as she had hissed something at the cringing subordinate, but as soon as another heel sunk into the velvety carpet, the two snapped immediately to polite bust-wobbling attention. The asian lady's soft, rounded melons were covered in dinnerplate-broad brown areola with thick shotglass nipples, but the overwelming redhead's beachball-sized breasts rode unnaturally high and impossibly rigidly spherical, with splayed formless areola stretched wide under tiny pinkie-tip nipples. She twisted her wet red lips into a smile almost greasy as her lipstick. "Welcome aboard, honoured guests. We're prepared to go to *any* lengths to keep your journey as pleasant as possible. Of course, with the five hundred kilometer ride scheduled for only ninety minutes, we certainly encourage you to gorge on absolutely *everything* you see here." She gave a pointed glance at the asian lady, then gave a lewd smile as she caressed her own bloated breast. A smile that never rose to her eyes, really.

The blonde had her arms raised, and he had gently lifted the filmy sundress off his prize while the redhead had spoken. Her quick hands neatly folded the dress when he lowered it again, and she held it up to the head stewardess. "Would you put this somewhere safe, please?"

The redhead smiled her haughty, superior smile, and snapped her fingers at the asian lady. After a few seconds without hearing any movement from her underling, she turned her head and opened her eyes in a disapproving glare. The shorter woman was wide-eyed, looking back and forth, from her to the guests.

The redhead glanced at the guests and froze. The gentleman had one hand raised to the subordinate, but both he and his naked floozy had locked her with dark glares of their own. "We. Asked. You." the blonde said icily, wvery word dripping with venom.

The redhead blinked, taking a half step back, then nervously stepped forward, reaching out for the garment. The blonde glared and didn't lift her hands, forcing the tall woman to stoop to gingerly accept the thin fabric. She had to stop and think for a second. Where did this go? What part of the carriage had what? That, that had been a subordinate's job for so long, she'd almost forgotten.

The blond flipped like a switch, all bright and bubbly again. "Now, miss, it's so very nice of you to keep us company on this short little journey! We've only just met but I'm already sure I'll desperately miss you when we leave the train..." She sighed, gently patting the nervous asian lady's white gloved hands. "Oh, no matter. Tell me, did... Certain items, arrive safely for us?"

The redhead looked back from closing the velvet-lined drawer. Private requests were her part of the job, she had spent all day yesterday gathering and stocking the galley stores, and gone in full uniform to a dark and sketchy part of town late last night to acquire-

The flat little wooden box that her subordinate was holding up on flat palms, the blonde using a polished pink thumbnail to pop off the red wax seal. She raised the lid a bit to peek inside, face awash in a slit of golden glow, and looked back at the gentleman and nodded.

He smiled, and gestured to the small table beside the long, comfortable side couch. The asian set it down gingerly, then let out a surprised little noise as his strong arm slipped around her, pulling the stewardess in as he sat down, crowding her a bit against the end as he gently forced her to sit. She blinked and stammered a bit, then blushed as her lips twisted into an involuntary smile, giggling softly and glancing from his warmly smiling face, down to his posessive grip, while his large hand lovingly caressed her breast.

The blonde had her own hungry gaze for the subordinate stewardess, easing in under the man's other arm, his hand almost unconsciously cupping her other breast, while his girl leaned halfway across his lap to start trailing her fingers across the bare flesh above her uniform stockings. "I'm sure your service will be downright... Delicious for us," the blonde was cooing at her subordinate, before raising her hand and snapping her fingers twice. "Three champagne flutes and the first tray of strawberries," she commanded, not looking away from the asian girl's face, watching her gasp and blush and smile unprofessionally when her hand dipped between the stewardess' thighs and curled in.

"We'd like to get things started before..." The blonde's face was genuinely surprised when she had turned to the redhead, seeing the trees whizzing past out the wide window. "Oh, we're already moving...? But I didn't even notice..."

Her subordinate gave an odd little gasp, and brightened up even more. "Oh yes! The motive technology for this mainline is simply fascinating! May I te-Ooooooh...!"

The blonde giggled, leaning further across the gentleman's lap to wrap her lips around the asian lady's thick teat, slurping and licking lewdly as she shamelessly thrust her fingers up into the stewardess' cunt. "Mmmm, we'd love to hear about it..." the blonde purred when she came up for air. "Do your best and try to keep talking, sweetie."

The redhead gave as silent a little huff as she could, strolling past the partition to the small but opulent galley, fetching the first of dozens of silver trays of opulent treats the bubbly blonde had ordered in advance, the champagne, the glasses, the tray stands and ice bucket, stumbling a little as she tried to balance everything, before gliding back out to the guests.

Her asian subordinate was giving a breathy and breathless description of the machine they were in, rattling off moan-filled figures and strangely lurid descriptions of magnetic fields 'interfacing' in a way that made the redhead involuntarily blush. The gentleman was in rapt attention as his blonde companion kept pumping the stewardess for more, and pumped her fingers in her sopping cunt even more, making the dumb little junior mewl in blissful abandon.

They forced the redhead to play scullery maid, ignoring her except to cooly demand more delicacies, even as they both fed them to her lowly subordinate, plying her with drinks and hand-feeding her decadent treats, while exploring up and down her economy-class body, making her moan and mewel, and not once looking back at the Luxury-class woman they had shuffling out luxury-class food to waste on those, those labour-class sluts!

She didn't let them see her seethe, of course, it would be beneath her station to give inferior service. She would endure! And it seemed to pay off. It was almost an hour in before the gentleman shifted in his seat, a different look in his eyes. His bipsy blonde giggled, and invited the gasping little economy-class trollop to lean in, watching in fascination from lust-bleary eyes as she opened his trousers and unleashed a thick, throbbing python of a cock. She stared in fascination, brown eyes comically wide and ringed in molten mascara, thick black rivulets running down her cheeks from the intense teasing they had put her through in the past hour.

They knew their place, she had to admit, the low-wage bimbo and steerage-class subordinate staring for a moment, before diving in to slather their hungry lips up and down the sides, moaning hungrily as they licked and slurped and kissed.

He moaned a bit, but stared up at her, standing at rigid attention and appearing unmoved by the display. His hands rested gently on their heads, caressing their hair, stroking their locks lovingly as they slurped and kissed and sucked at the sides of his cock, only showing any strength when one or the other tried to rise high enough to try and get her mouth over the tip, forcing them back down to start from his hefty balls again.

He watched her, judging her, inspecting her as she held her ground. She held her steely resolve as long as she could, but a dribble of excitement trickling down her thigh made her bite her thick lower lip and stifle a moan.

He patted the rumps of his two girls, claiming posession of railroad property, but she didn't really give a shit now. He lovingly groped a breast in each hand as the redhead flowed down to her knees between his spread feet, eyes on his as her thick lips opened, gleaming wet red in their layers of lipstick. Her tongue cupped under his dribbling tip, rippling and teasing as her purple eyes watched his, then dropped her gaze and dipped her head forward. She didn't force her head down and swallow him roughly, no, she was pointedly controlled and deliberate as she accepted the thick, long cock into her throat, her jaw forced open and her plush lips in a lurid O, but not a twitch in her gullet as it slid past the back of her mouth and down her throat.

She stayed down for a long moment, then started to rise, when his hand dropped on her head and forced her back down into place. Her eyes went wide, and glanced up at him, up at his cold stare, at her underling watching with envious fascination, at the blonde bimbo's manic hungry grin. She stayed down, feeling her heart hammering in her chest, felt her lungs starting to burn, felt his cock throbbing and swelling and feeling his heart accelerate as she waited for breath. She glanced up at them nervously, and saw him grin and grimace, his strong hand gripping her fiery hair and hauling her back up.

His cock came free from her lips with a wet pop, gasping and coughing and blinking even as he grunted and orgasmed right when he pulled from her mouth, shivvering and hissing through her teeth even as thick gouts of his cum splattered and splashed against her forehead, between her eyes, drenching her face in thick sheets of gloppy white goo.

He held her up by her hair as his drooping cock spurted more, splashing jizz across her throat and across the top of her expensively packed gargantuan tits. She gasped and wheezed, eyes flicking from face to face nervously, and her nervous babbles seemed to set him off, his cock roaring back to full mast and smacking her under the chin as it sprung to life again. She let out a surprised yelp when it clicked her teeth together, but his dick muted her mid-yelp as he pushed his throbbing mast deep down her gullet. She squirmed nervously, she had barely gotten a few breaths and her lungs were still burning for oxygen. He didn't fuck her throat, just held her down and grunted as her throat panicked and kneaded around his cock. She was dazed and her ears were ringing when he hauled her up again, coughing and gasping as he refused to fill her throat, flooding her face with another coat of his steaming spunk, spattering down across her heaving chest. Her one good eye darted across all three excited faces leering down at her, her other eye stinging and glued shut by the semen flooded over it. She was starting to panic, but she was weak from the lack of oxygen, panic and hyperventilation making the leering faces twist into monstrous masks in her mind. It excited him again, and her throat was filled with his massive cock once more, as rigid and unyielding as the hands in her hair, holding her tight against his crotch, stretching her gullet so tight she could barely make the tiniest noises as she choked. Her head swam, she felt his cock spasm in her throat, felt the all-too familiar sensation of hot semen splashing into her stomach.

But he didn't let go. Her ears were screaming, her chest was an inferno, she needed air desperately. She was built for luxury, not strength, and the strangulation had made her even weaker and less coordinated. She tried smacking at his legs, trying to push away, but her arms couldn't move like she wanted, weakly patting the backs of her hands and arms randomly against his knees and shins. She heard the two women laughing at her, and she started to cry as her world faded. The thick streams of black mascara running down her face reinvigorated the man, and she felt his cock swelling to full erection again deep inside her abused throat.

The last thing she felt was the splash of hot cum flooding her stomach before her world went away.