Climax: Volume 1

by Ella Ford

  With an expert touch, Jenny took the right foot and pressed her thumb into the soles, gently at first but gradually increasing the pressure. The woman’s foot was warm, but not unpleasant and smelled faintly of Italian leather and sweat. Jenny enjoyed the aroma and lavished her attention entirely on her subject. The woman’s face softened at Jenny’s touch, she started to sink back into her chair. Her husband had finally started to take an interest and gazed at Jenny as she kneaded his wife’s stockinged foot.

  Tentatively, Jenny lifted the foot to her mouth, her eyes never leaving the face of the woman, looking for a single note of discomfort. The woman responded with an eager nod and Jenny wrapped her lips around the woman’s toes. The woman squirmed with pleasure as Jenny flicked her tongue over the soft fabric of the woman’s stocking. She withdrew and held the foot higher, placing her tongue on the heel and licking slowly along the length of the arch. The woman gasped and clutched the armrests of her seat. Jenny eagerly kissed the sole, occasionally stopping to lick her toes or nibble along the edge of the foot.

  Jenny found herself becoming excited and longed to move her attentions up this woman’s long leg, but brought herself under control. She gently returned the foot to her lap and picked up the other one, keen not to neglect a single part of her passenger’s body. She repeated her attentions, first teasing with quick flicks of her tongue, before devouring her toes until the stocking was drenched in her saliva and the woman’s sweat.

  Jenny glanced around and noticed that the man had unfastened his pants and had taken out his cock, by now fully erect, and was absentmindedly playing with it. The man noticed her gaze and beckoned her towards him. She gently placed his wife’s feet back on the floor and crawled over to his seat. The wife moaned in displeasure.

  As Jenny reached the man’s seat, he leaned forwards to grab her neck scarf. Roughly, he pulled her up to her feet and towards himself. Jenny allowed herself to be directed and swung her right leg over his body, straddling him on the wide chair. She hurriedly hitched up her skirt and pushed aside her panties as he slid his body down the chair, positioning his erect cock under her waiting pussy. Without waiting for instruction, she lowered herself onto him, never losing eye contact as she did so.

  She took it slowly at first, raising and lowering her pelvis, drawing her pussy lips over his throbbing cock until she was sure that he was fully comfortable. His expression told her he was ready to step it up a notch and she gradually increased the pace and depth of her strokes. He responded by grabbing her hips and attempting to control the rhythm, but she was fully in control here and he soon relented.

  Jenny turned to her left and saw that the woman had exposed herself and was frantically rubbing her own clit. Jenny longed to pay it some attention herself. One thing at a time, she thought and turned her attention back to the man she now rode. She reached out with her hands and expertly unbuttoned his shirt, never once missing a beat in her constant piston-like motion. She lay her hand on his chest, relishing the rough hair and warmth of his skin. She felt her own pleasure rising from her pussy and quickened her pace, throwing her head back and moaning. Suddenly, she felt a hand on the back of her head. It gripped her hair and turned her roughly to the left. The woman had stood and now held her face inches from her own.

  Jenny felt the woman’s hot breath on her face as she panted uncontrollably. She let herself be dragged backwards by the woman, eager to reach out and kiss her but resistant until permitted to do so. The woman dragged her off her husband and to the floor. The man grunted as his cock flopped out of Jenny’s pussy. The woman was like a savage animal and pinned Jenny to the floor, straddling her chest with her legs over Jenny’s arms, her wet pussy mere inches from Jenny mouth. Jenny’s nose was filled with the thick aroma of her desire and she longed to taste it as well. The woman’s frantic eyes regarded Jenny’s face, savouring this moment of dominance, then plunged her hands again into Jenny’s hair, pulling her head upwards to her waiting pussy.

  Jenny was consumed by the warmth of it but regained her senses momentarily, thrusting her tongue out and upwards, exploring this new environment with furious abandon. The woman tensed and clutched her head tighter. Elsewhere, Jenny was faintly aware of her ankles being grabbed firmly and raised off the ground, arching her back and forcing her own pussy upwards. Seconds later, the man thrust his cock deep into her, still holding her ankles high. Jenny gasped, and held tight to the woman’s thighs that were wrapped around her head. The woman squeezed as Jenny’s frenetic probing intensified. The man pounded her harder and harder, grunting as he did so. Jenny felt herself approaching climax, but suppressed the feeling and concentrated on her passengers.

  For long moments, Jenny probed and teased, her expert tongue eager and skilled. She struggled to remain focused, the increasingly frantic thrusts into her pussy becoming more distracting with every hard penetration. She began to feel herself losing control. It was simply too much - the intoxicating odour of the woman sitting on her face, the intense waves of joy from below. She longed to unleash herself and surrender to her lust.

  The man came first. His frantic pounding peaked with a final deep thrust that caused Jenny to scream as he pumped her full of his hot seed. He gripped her ankles tight enough to hurt as the orgasm took him. Jenny ignored the discomfort and pressed her mouth harder on to the woman’s clitoris. She was rewarded with a distant scream as the woman reach her peak, her hands clutched Jenny’s head deeper into her one final, endless time. Jenny finally allowed herself to come. Her own body tensed as the man and woman above her had done moments before. Lost in ecstasy, her mind erupted with sheer satisfaction. She thrilled at the sensations from her pussy, from the warmth of the woman on her face, from the sheer joy of submission and obedience. She hoped this feeling would never end.

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  The passengers rose from her, pausing to straighten their clothes before returning to their seats. Jenny remembered where she was and pulled herself together. She stood smartly and quickly, arms crossed behind her back. She ignored her quivering limbs and the flush in her cheeks and gathered her wits. “Can I get you anything else sir?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

  “I’ll take a dry martini,” the man responded, his face utterly blank as though nothing had just happened.

  “Mistress?” Jenny addressed the woman.

  The woman looked at her with a grin and winked. “Nothing, thank you,” and turned her attention to a magazine.

  Jenny returned to the front of the “plane” and was surprised to find the door was open. Ruth stood in the hallway and beckoned her out. Ruth’s face was flushed, and Jenny realised she’d probably seen her entire performance. Ruth kissed her lightly on the cheek, “Well done!”

  Epilogue

  Jenny was taken to a waiting room where she sat for what seemed like an eternity until the other girls had completed their assessments. She longed to know whether she’d passed or not, but realised that impatience was not becoming of a SubAir hostess. She forced herself to wait calmly, her back straight, legs neatly crossed.

  In time, she was joined by Kelly, who looked more flustered than Jenny had ever seen her. “Phew,” was all that Kelly could say, before flopping into a chair beside Jenny. Next came Brie, she looked tired and drained and didn’t seem at all confident. None of the three girls talked about their assessment, they knew that as a SubAir hostess, the privacy of their passengers was paramount. Instead, they waited in silence to hear their fate.

  The remaining three girls eventually emerged, in various states of dishevelment, faces flushed and flustered. They joined their friends and waited.

  After what seemed like an eternity, Principal Stafford entered the room, followed closely by Ruth who still clutched her clipboard.

  “Ladies, the assessment is now over,” he paused, drawing out the moment endlessly. Jenny squirmed in her seat, desperate to know. Finally, he continued with a smile, “I am very happy to tell you that each of you has passed and will graduate as SubAir
hostesses!”

  From behind him, Ruth clapped and whooped. The other girls remained quiet for a few seconds, unable to take it in, before erupting in cries of surprise and shouts of joy themselves. Jenny could scarcely believe it, she’d graduated from SubAir Academy! Her dream come true!

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  As the celebrations died down, Principal Stafford approached Jenny. He placed one enormous hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. “Congratulations young lady, you performed brilliantly today.”

  “Thank you sir,” she responded, blushing slightly.

  “And I have some very interesting news for you. Your performance has attracted the attention of a very important individual. The owner of SubAir, Mr Grayson Chambers himself, was particularly interested in you and has requested that he provide your assignment personally.”

  Jenny looked, unable to believe what she was hearing. Grayson Chambers was one of the world’s most wealthy men, a billionaire by all accounts.

  “Starting on Monday, Miss Jones, you’ll be serving on the personal flight crew of Mr Grayson’s private jet!”

  TO BE CONTINUED

  Taken In The Cockpit

  by Ella Ford

  Chapter 1

  “Take off your clothes and kneel at the end of the bed.”

  Captain Blake snapped the order the minute they entered the opulent and spacious hotel room. Jenny Jones took a brief look around the plush suite before obediently following the command. She carefully parked her small wheeled suitcase in the alcove by the door and proceeded to undress.

  Slipping out of the red blazer and skirt, she carefully folded them and laid them neatly on the floor. Next came the tight white blouse. She slipped this off her body and draped it on the skirt and blazer. Finally, she reached behind herself and unhooked the lacy bra, letting it fall over her arms and placing it on the ground with the rest of the SubAir uniform. She paused for a moment, wondering whether or not to remove the red neck scarf and tan stockings that completed the uniform. She decided to leave them on. In her experience, when a man told her to undress there was a degree of leeway from the literal command that allowed for erotic improvisation. Besides, she thought to herself as she caught a glimpse of her body in the full length mirror, my legs look so good in these stockings and heels!

  She entered the main body of the room to find Captain Blake lying on the bed. Frank Blake was the quintessential airline pilot. Ruggedly handsome, tall and well-built. His thick mane of dark hair was cropped short and a few days of fashionable stubble adorned his masculine jawline. He still wore his pilot’s uniform, but had loosened the tie and top button of the crisp white shirt. There was a fire in his eyes tonight, he was obviously not in a good mood. His gaze roamed over Jenny’s body, scanning her with animal intensity.

  Jenny thought back to the flight they’d just taken. A long hop on a SubAir private charter from a landing strip south of Denver out to an obscure Caribbean Island called St. Genevieve. The lush, tropical island was tiny and humid. It had a single settlement of any note, the capital Port Hope, which was dilapidated and reeked of poverty. The whole island was old and neglected, making Jenny wonder what interest her employer had in the place. Whatever the reason, their passenger they’d taken on this unorthodox flight likely had something to do with it.

  The middle-aged, bespectacled man had swept onboard at Denver, barely acknowledging Jenny and her colleague Paige as they greeted him with sensual smiles. He was short, balding and pale. His ill-fitting suit was several years out of date and he reeked of cheap aftershave. He seemed utterly uninterested in anything the flight crew had to offer him, other than a mineral water with no ice, which he requested shortly after takeoff. He spent the rest of the flight with his hawkish face buried in a stack of papers, muttering and cursing at some inscrutable detail or other.

  Jenny and Paige had lingered in the jet’s galley, unsure what to do. In the several months since Jenny had graduated from SubAir Academy, she’d crewed countless flights on SubAir’s private line. While her fellow students had been sent to work on SubAir’s commercial fleet, Jenny’s assignment had been requested by none other than Grayson Chambers himself, CEO of Chambers Industries and owner of SubAir. She flushed as she remembered the honour. That such a man would take an interest in her was baffling to Jenny, and a source of great pride. It made her extra determined to be the best SubAir hostess she could possibly be: willing, sensual and utterly obedient. Serving her passengers with a friendly smile and docile compliance.

  On those countless flights, Jenny had kneeled before some of the most powerful men and women in the world, offering her body to them to use as they wished. A plaything to relieve the interminable boredom of transcontinental flight. Her passengers had included a veritable who’s who from the worlds of politics and celebrity. All utterly insatiable, all inevitably hungry and eager to use every facility that SubAir provided. After all, they’d paid for it.

  So it was with some confusion that Jenny and Paige had regarded the bookish accountant type that flew with them today. He seemed immune to their advances, barely even responding when a breathless Paige had teasingly offered to do something to relax him. He hadn’t even looked up from his papers, muttering a terse “no thank you,” and shooed her away with his hand.

  “Guess it’s going to be a quiet flight for us today honey,” the older hostess had said to Jenny. Jenny had nodded, feeling a curious mix of relief and rejection. She’d never had a passenger spurn her services before. They normally needed little encouragement to use her young body.

  When the plane landed in Port Hope, the passenger had calmly packed his papers into his brown, leather briefcase and stood to leave. The cabin and flight crew gathered by the exit to wish him a safe journey. As he reached the cabin door, he turned back to the Captain and hostesses, pushed his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose and sniffed.

  “Captain, would you care to explain why the flight is late?” His tone was monotone and efficient, betrayed no hint of his mood.

  Captain Blake blinked, startled by the directness of the question. “Um, well, we picked up some heavy weather coming over the gulf and had to divert around it. Lost about twenty minutes there, but made up some time on the approach into St. Genevieve,” the Captain had replied, a note of defensiveness in his voice.

  The passenger sniffed, wrinkling his nose like a rat sniffing cheese. “I’ll be sure to log this delay in my report to Mr Chambers. He’ll be very interested in why his guest was kept waiting,” and with that, he turned on his heel and disappeared down the steps into the humid air of Port Hope’s dilapidated airport.

  Captain Blake’s face was dark and thunderous, clearly not amused by the prospect of having to answer to Chambers. Jenny and Paige remained quiet, not wishing to add to his mood.

  Without saying anything else, the Captain turned to his hostesses and said, “Jenny, you’re with me tonight. Paige, you’ll go with First Officer Bennett.”

  The girls meekly replied, “Yes Captain,” in unison, but the Captain had already turned and disappeared into the cockpit to complete his post-landing checklist.

  Jenny’s thoughts returned to the hotel room. She’d taken up position at the end of the bed, dropping to her knees and folding her arms behind her back. It was the standard submissive position that she’d learned in SubAir Academy, a provocative pose that left her vulnerable and compliant, thrusting her breasts out before her, inviting attention.

  It wasn’t unusual for the flight crew to take a hostess or two for the night, it was considered a perk of the job. Jenny frequently found her services requested on layovers by lonely pilots, a long way from home and aching for a woman’s touch. She enjoyed it, feeling privileged to be able to do her bit for her colleagues in whatever way she could.

  That said, Captain Blake’s mood tonight unnerved her. He had barely spoken in the cab on the way to the hotel and was clearly angered by the officious passenger. Jenny wondered if he intended to work off some of his frustrations on her. She gulpe
d, preparing herself for a rough night.

  The thought excited her, if she was honest. Her heartbeat quickened as she considered being manhandled by the rugged Captain Blake, surrendering herself to him for whatever purpose he desired.

  He shifted on the bed, pulling his body back and propping himself on the padded headboard. His gaze was still on her, eyes narrowed and face sullen as he studied her face and tits. She responded by arching her back slightly to emphasise her chest, offering herself to him as a sacrifice on the altar of his rage.

  “Get up on the bed,” he commanded, his deep voice laced with an irresistible authority.

  Jenny promptly hopped up onto the wide bed, repeating the same kneeling pose as she took up position by his feet. With doe eyes, she looked to him for her next order. He regarded her for a short time, then beckoned her forwards.

  She fell forward onto all fours and crawled up the bed towards him. As she neared his head, he reached up and hooked a thick finger under her red neck scarf, pulling her face towards his. She made eye contact with him, gazing deeply into his dark eyes that burned with his inner desire. She blanched under the weight of it, shocked by the intensity she saw in there and realising that she was powerless to resist him.

  He shifted his hand to grip her head, cradling her cheek in his massive palm and wrapping thick fingers around behind her ear and into her thick blonde hair. He pulled forward and roughly kissed her, his tongue forcing her mouth open and darting out to dance with hers. She succumbed, not bothering to resist him. She was intoxicated by his scent as it filled her nose and throat, a heady mix of expensive aftershave and raw masculinity. She felt herself becoming aroused, a distant urge in the depths of her body. Remote, intangible at first, yet growing slowly as the Captain devoured her.