Another low effort FemboyWorld story. I write these because I'm horny and want to share my depraved perversions with you all. It's just a bit of fun.
Other FemboyWorld Stories if you want to check those out:
- Welcome to FemboyWorld
- FBWAir First Class
- Prison Reform
- Fem Academia
- Marriage Challenge
- Roadside Assistance
- Sanitation
If you like or follow the FemboyWorld anthology, I would love to hear how you would spend your time at FemboyWorld.
All Characters are 18+
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"No, Mr. Bezos, I did not expose you to thousands of people that your wife divorced you because you are addicted to my femboys...
What? No, Bezos, buddy, come on, we can settle this like gentlemen...
Okay, okay, here, how about for your secret birthday party we can have it at my new luxury hotel in Las Vegas. You will be the first to use it. You can even bring your friend, that Kroenke fucker...
Huh, huh, no Bezos, I did not tell these people that Kanye West and Tom Cruise had a femboy fuck-off at the park. Yes, it is funny Draymond Green keeps hitting his teammates because a femboy told him he had a silly penis. All that is completely, totally, 100%, still a secret...
Thank you. We have come to a compromise and the NDA is still good. Yes, Bezos, you can also disguise yourself as a prisoner and fuck one of the prison femboys. Okay, see you Saturday for our tee time."
Jesus Fuck, rich people are so annoying. Oh, hello there. What has it been? Fifteen minutes since we just got off the plane? God, it has felt like a whole ass year has passed by. Time flies when you are nutting to femboys. Ha get it, time, flies, FBW Air... Nevermind.
In case you just had a mind-numbing orgasm that made you forget my name, allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is... Mr. Knudsen. See it is good I chose to be a businessman instead of a rapper.
So, we have just arrived at the New York airport from Orlando, flying first class on my airline, FBWAir. You met the lovely Pairs, who has been promoted to my executive assistant at FemboyWorld. And now, as promised, you will experience the more, "normal" experience of Economy class. I know I said you would experience economy class with me. Well, I have to go back on that. Sorry.
I only take that back for two reasons. One, this airport is so damn boring, the only thing to keep me occupied is to tell you this story. And two... well I am so damn bored I forget the second reason. But, if you would allow me, let me tell you the story of Spencer Cooke and his experience flying FBWAir Economy Class.
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Overnight Layover
"What do you mean my flight is canceled? It is midnight and I need to be at my meeting by afternoon!" I yell at the airline assistant as I bang my head on the counter.
"Mr. Cooke, the airline is experiencing major communication issues and a resolution will take more than 24 hours. I am very sorry. I can only offer you a refund, a rescheduled flight with us at a later time, or to another airline."
"Well, obviously I need to be booked on another airline. I cannot believe this is happening."
"Again I am sorry, sir," The young lady says disingenuously as she acts as if she looking for another airline for me. "It looks like the next plane to, Austin Texas is on FBWAir but the only seat available is economy class."
"Fine, fine I will take it. Just give me anything."
"Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Cooke?"
"Yes, get this over with and book me."
"Okay, Mr. Cooke. The flight takes off at 8 am. This means we will house you in one of the upstairs hotel rooms. Enjoy your stay at the Orlando Airport."
Despicable. The most important business meeting in my career and this damn airline has communication issues. Bullshit.
Since it is late, the security checkpoint is open. The only good thing about this is that I can at least wank one off until the meeting. Let out some stress on a bimbo on my phone. And staying at a Hyatt for free is better than a Motel 8 any day.
I get my room key and the grumpy lady at the front desk dampens any ounce of positivity left in me. Damn bitch. Just too much stress going on right now. Work, late flight, having to impress a bunch of frumpy rich guys who will reject me because I don't have the right shoes on. Stupid. What the hell is FBWAir anyway? Can't be better than JetBlue or Alaska. They should have put me on one of those British party airlines. Now that would be customer service.
I scan the room key and walk in. Standard, above-average room. Nothing special. I drop my suitcase at the door and take my work bag to the bed. I open up my laptop and review my notes. The shitty last hour woke me up a bit. I set my alarm to 6 am to give myself an hour to get ready.
Suddenly a knock on my door. God, what now? How can this night slash morning get any worse? Huh, tell me?
I look through the peephole. Seems like it's a lost small boy who knocked on the wrong door. I ignore it and walk towards my bed.
Then he knocks again. I open the door out of frustration and sternly say, "I'm sorry, you have the wrong room, boy." I close the door, but his little foot stops it.
"I am sorry for disturbing you so late, Sir. But is this the room of, Mr. Spencer Cooke." He asks with an admittedly stunning smile.
I crack open the door and say with curiosity, "Yeah, that's me. What now?"
"Oh, that is fantastic! I am Joey Brighton, from FBWAir. At FBWAir we do personal checkups on any passenger with an overnight layover. Do you mind if I come in?"
"Checkups? What kind of checkups? I already went through security..."
"Oh no, Sir. This is more like a personal checkup." He says with a grin as he walks into my room. Damn, I'm not gay but this boy smells good.
"How old are you? I can't get caught up in anything."
"Oh, don't worry. All femboys at FBW Enterprises are over 18. I am 19. Is that too old for you, Sir?"
Femboys? FBW? What the hell is going on? 19 too old? I'm damn near 35 and he asking me if that's too old? This has to be a prank. No, no, no. A test, yes a test.
"I'm sorry, whoever talked you into this is an asshole. I'm not falling for this prank. Can you please leave? I have an important day tomorrow." I say as I'm about to open the door.
But he grabs my arm. His soft touch sends electricity through me. I look at him in shock and I notice his beautiful brown hair and blue eyes as he says, "Mr. Cooke, I work at FemboyWorld. Look this is my certified badge and you can check the website on my phone."
The badge and website look legitimate. But I still can't take the risk. I scan the room for cameras, feeling as if I'm on some prank show. I go to the phone and call the front desk.
"Hi, this is Spencer Cooke. I have this boy from..." I look at him to remind me of where he said he was from.
His pink lips mouth, "FemboyWorld."
I continue on the phone, "...from FemboyWorld. Is this some sort of joke or prank? It's been a long day for me. I do not appreciate this nonsense."
"Oh no, Mr. Cooke. That boy is an official employee of the FBW 24 terminal at Orlando Airport. Overnight layover passengers are offered complimentary personal checkups by FemboyWorld employees. I know this is weird. But this is the new normal here. You may use the boi as you please. Good night, Sir." I was shocked by her abrupt hang-up before I could offer any follow-up questions. I lay the phone back down.