All airport ticket halls look the same by design. To give you a sense of comfort but also to encourage everyone to behave the same way: obedient, confused and totally submissive to whimsical airport staff.

Kam was a seasoned traveller. Despite an 'unlucky' streak of being randomly selected before each flight, he'd grown accustomed to the process and was more patient in airports than in real life. He was always underweight with luggage, passport at the right page and answered politely all the intrusive questions.

But the woman checking him on this flight was something else. Chewing gum loudly, inspecting his passport over and over, thumbing through the pages repeatedly. She varied her questions but repeated them perhaps in the hope of uncovering a massive international crime syndicate. Kam didn't know why, but he was really put out by her. She was assertive, cutting and dismissive. She kept looking him up and down, as if smelling deviancy or mischief. He couldn't tell why he resisted it so much. His answers became shorter and each exchange paused in the air long enough to sense the undertones of tension.

He began scowling at her as she commanded him to place his bag on the scales. He did so, she looked over her glasses and popped her chewing gum. 'Do it again' she scowled. 'I beg your pardon?' Kam asked curtly. 'Do it. Again' she didn't break eye contact. He folded his arms and responded with his glare in kind.

She stood up. He suddenly realised why he was uncomfortable. She was fucking stunning. Busty and her cleavage pouring out of her near unbuttoned white blouse, her neckerchief wound round her slender neck hid tattoos that went down her neckline and legs and ass and complexion of a girl who he follows on Fet - a hotwife called Lana who fucks strangers while her husband films. He never saw her face because she always wore a lace mask. He noticed her name tag - Lana. It couldn't be (after all, she was in Antarctica according to her profile, and we were a million miles from there).

'May I remind you we have a zero tolerance policy for naughty guests. Sir' she said as she stood straddling the suitcase. She knew how her body worked and looked and she wasn't afraid to use it as a weapon. 'Then punish me, or let me in.' Kam retorted with a wry smile. He felt exhilarated to push back. She smirked at the response, and let him through. As he walked through security, he glanced back convinced it was The Lana. He black hair flowed over her shoulders and she didn't glance back.

At the lounge, he grabbed a drink at the bar. It was a redeye and the airport was quiet. The news channels glared across screens muted.

His phone pinged. He was notified of a like on a dating app. This almost never happens. He opened to a picture of a faceless, tanned statuesque body with the same hair and tattoos on her neck as flight attendant. The message simply read 'time for your punishment. Knock three times on the locked lounge behind you.'

The interceding moments from the bar to the lounge were a heady blur. He did as instructed and the door slid open. There was a male attendant who was unmistakably Alex, Lana's filming husband. They silently acknowledged eachother and Kam was whisked through the sliding door.

He was met with Lana on a sofa. Legs wide open with her heels digging into the leather. Her neckerchief unfurled and wrapped around her wrist. Without underwear you saw her trimmed and dark pussy glinting on to the cushion below. Alex began recording below face height.

'Kneel' she instructed. Kam obliged and crawled to her. 'Forgive me for my impudence, Goddess' He knew his role in that moment. Lana heaved with satisfaction and smiled as she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse revealing her perfect and augmented breasts. Kam has seen this body ride and scream a dozen times. He knew what he was in for.

She leaned over her subject long enough for her pert perfumed nipples to linger on his lips. Kam's tongue slipped out and sneaked a kiss. She instantly grabbed him by his jaw and spat him. He's never been dommed. He was rock hard and she could see. 'Learn to take instructions, Sir' The words were dripped in irony and confidence. She unravelled her scarf around his neck and tightened into a perfect leash. She yanked him down to her warm pussy. 'Put that fucking smart mouth to good use'. Kam obeyed and caressed her pert clit and flowing pussy with his lips and tongue. Kissing her gently, looking up at her in gratitude and heady abandon. He wished the door was open for everyone to watch.

Her whimpers were loud and free. She writhed and wriggled on the sofa. Her back arched heaving her perfect slutty tits and eclipsed the lamplight next to her. She was clearly more impressed than she expected at Kam's skills and wasted no time taking from him what she wanted. She pulled him deeper into her while she dug her heels into his back. 'Fucking earn it. Earn this pussy!' She squealed barely containing her lust. 'Like this Goddess?' Kam asked furtively as he slid his fingers into instantly finding her GSpot.

Lana wanted to punish and stop but couldn't contain herself. Her eyes bulged and they locked eyes. She held her breath and gasped again and again 'you..you..dddon't have permisssoooonn FUUCCCCKKKK' her moans became guttural as she climaxed and squirted into Kam's mouth and fingers 'Thank you goddess, thank thank you!' Kam whispered as he drank her.

Her warm pussy buried in his mouth she sat up and without a word. She walked over to Alex, buckling as she stood and talked to him. He nodded and took her whipsered instruction. They swapped some papers. She adjsuted herself facing away from Kam, her juices still on his beard. She walked out.

Alex sat on the couch next to Kam. 'We've swapped shifts. Lana will be on your flight. We've upgraded you to first class. It's an empty cabin. She wants you to know she's not done with you yet.'

Part 2?