Climax: Volume 1

by Ella Ford

  He broke off the kiss, pushing her back into a kneeling position. “Take off my pants,” he barked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.”

  “Yes, Captain,” Jenny replied, keen to show complete obedience. She moved down his body, tracing a light caress down the material of his shirt. He was warm in the late afternoon heat, she could feel his skin through the shirt, sticky with sweat. She longed to taste him, to throw the shirt open and kiss his naked flesh. She calmed herself and continued down his body.

  She reached his legs, and gently unlaced his shoes, pulling them off and carefully placing them by the bed. One by one, she pulled off his socks, throwing them behind her, then moved to his waist. His breathing was heavy now, and she confirmed the extent of his excitement by the throbbing bulge that awaited her.

  With expert hands, she unbuckled his belt and pulled the fly. Without pause, she pulled his trousers and underpants down his legs and over his feet. His erect cock fell free, rigid and straight, laying across his lower belly and twitching provocatively as she touched his exposed flesh. She looked down at his body, admiring the tone of his muscular legs. They were thick and powerful, a thin covering of dark hair over tanned skin. She thought about bending to kiss there, but instead returned to the kneeling position between his parted knees. She waited the next order, hoping that it would be what she expected.

  Captain Blake sat up before her, never taking his gaze off her naked body. He was breathing heavily through his nose, the animalistic rhythm of his inhales and exhales quickening as his eyes crawled across Jenny’s heaving chest. With deft fingers, he worked down the buttons of his shirt, eventually giving up and pulling it over his head to toss onto the floor. He fell back to the bed, raising his left arm to place his hand behind his head.

  “Take it in your mouth,” he finally said.

  Jenny bent forwards, lowering her head to his waist and pushing her ass upwards. She took hold of his hard length and playfully squeezed the base of the shaft. He moaned as her warm hands touched him. With her tongue, she lightly flicked the glistening helmet, teasing him with brief touches. She felt his cock stiffen further. She bent down and took one of his balls in her mouth, sucking the wrinkled flesh of his sack and rolling her tongue around the fleshy mass. He inhaled deeply, responding to her as a puppet responds to a marionette.

  She let the ball fall from her mouth and kissed her way up length of his pole, then plunged her mouth onto it, wrapping her lips around its width to grip it lightly at first. Her tongue swirled around the tip, greedily devouring any of the wetness she found there. She felt him writhe under her, his hands fell to the soft material of the bed, gripping tightly as her mouth moved up and down his cock.

  Her left hand remained on the shaft, squeezing lightly. With her other hand, she reached between her own legs finding a familiar warm wetness and plunging her fingers into her waiting lips. With subconscious skill, she found her clit and squeezed it between her fingers, teasing and massaging it with the same rhythm that she took Captain Blake’s cock in her mouth. She felt her arousal build, the faint warmth in her stomach spreading to her body, entering her legs and arms and blinkering her mind to focus only on pleasure.

  Suddenly, Blake pushed her backwards. His cock flopped out of her mouth and she fell backwards on the bed. In an instant, the Captain was beside her, kneeling over her naked body with his throbbing cock in his large hand. It still glistened with Jenny’s saliva. She eyed it, desperate to feel it in her mouth again.

  Blake reached down and gripped her hair in his free hand. With effortless strength, he dragged her by her ponytail off the bed and onto the floor. She yelped at the shock of it, utterly unable to resist as this man threw her body around the room. She allowed herself to relax, to go where he desired. He pushed her to her knees again and spun her round, placing an enormous hand flat on her back and pushing her forwards to lie facedown on the bed. He pinned her there with a hand on the back of her neck. Her face pressed into the cool material of the bedsheet, knees on the floor and pussy exposed.

  Captain Blake moved between her feet, impatiently kicking at her calves, indicating that she should spread her legs wider. She obliged, unable to do anything else and desperate to feel him inside her. She felt him tease his cock around her wet hole, dragging it back and forwards through her damp lips and up to her asshole. “Please, Captain,” she begged, straining her head to see him above her but unable to move thanks to the hand on her neck.

  Finally, he thrust forwards into her. It was powerful, unconcerned for her comfort or readiness. He simply pushed forwards, filling her completely in the blink of an eye and then reversing the thrust to begin his pounding assault. Jenny gasped, gripping the bedsheet with clawed hands until her knuckles turned white. Her pussy sang with pleasure as he drove into her. Waves of pleasure rippled throughout her body, firing her passions and enflaming her mind. Her focus collapsed to the constant rhythm between her legs, it became her world, all else evaporating into irrelevance. Her breath came in short bursts, her eyes were pressed together, not wanting to distract with her useless senses.

  She felt like a ragdoll, a plaything, a limp toy in the hands of her owner. Her body was no longer her own, it existed purely for his pleasure. She released herself into the feeling, the absence of agency, the power of submission. A familiar feeling grew inside her, a typhoon on the horizon, distant and vague, yet inevitable and looming. She felt his strokes come quicker and deeper, felt his skin slapping against the skin of her ass and legs. She felt him release her neck and move his two hands to firmly grip her hips, pulling her body back as her thrust into her, his own desperate quest to reach deeper into her.

  She arched her back, still clawing at the crumpled sheet beneath her. Her head thrashed from side to side as the typhoon approached, urging it on yet afraid for its arrival.

  Captain Blake suddenly panted heavily, his own climax inevitable now. His grip strengthened, the urgency of his thrusts peaked and he thrust forward one final time, releasing his payload into her waiting pussy. He grunted repeatedly as he filled her with his cum. She felt it inside her, moist and warm, and she finally allowed herself to succumb to the storm that built within body. It swept over her, blinding her senses and ending her thoughts. She threw her head back, her muscles became tense and her legs kicked out behind her. She froze in place, the intolerable grip of the orgasm raged within her body, rendering her incapable and incapacitated. The white noise of her pleasure filled her mind and set her body afire. She thought that it might never end, but it finally did, releasing her body and letting her collapse to the bed below, still impaled on the Captain’s cock.

  He withdrew and fell forwards to lie beside her on the bed. She remained where she was, afraid to trust her quivering legs to hold her weight. She gazed at him as he drifted into a light doze, the beast within that had fuelled his passion was satisfied. For now.

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  Jenny lay awake in the humid closeness of the topical night. She was naked beside the Captain who snored lightly through his open mouth. They’d pleasured each other throughout the evening, the previous savage intensity replaced by a hungry need to taste and touch the other. Jenny was impressed by the Captain’s stamina, he seemed insatiable, lasting into the early hours and always ensuring that she was satisfied.

  She thought about the bookish passenger that had caused the Captain’s bad mood. They were due to fly him back to the States tomorrow. She wondered what his business might be on this remote island, whether he would be equally obnoxious on the flight home. She sighed, realising that it was not her concern. Her only concern should be that of submission to her passengers, the pursuit of their pleasure and comfort. With this thought, she herself drifted off into a deep sleep.

  Chapter 2

  The following morning, the Captain and Jenny met up with Paige and the First Officer in the lobby of the hotel and took a car to the airport. The day was sultry and humid, a cloying wetness in the air that clung to the skin and made clothes da
mp. Jenny looked out at the streets of the city, dusty and cracked pavements fronting neglected looking businesses and shops. A number of locals walked the streets, or sat on plastic chairs by the side of the road. They reeked of poverty and deprivation, staring back at the large car with distant resentment.

  Jenny wondered once again what possible business a man like Grayson Chambers would have in an unfortunate place like this. It was likely something beyond her understanding, a complex deal that stood to generate some advantage to the billionaire and bolster his asset book. She sighed, feeling sorry for the people of this remote island.

  They reached the airport and hurried through the tiny ramshackle facility. The disinterested security staff barely glanced at their paperwork, waving them through with a dismissive gesture that suggested it was too hot to be worrying about such trivial matters.

  They boarded the plane, a private jet decked out in the livery of SubAir. It was small compared to the commercial jets that Jenny had worked on before. A small, closed off galley area at the back contained a basic kitchen as well as a surprisingly comfortable sofa for the hostesses to relax on when off duty. The rest of the cabin was taken up with four, large passenger seats, arranged on either side of the aisle. The front pair could spin around to face the rear pair, to allow conversation between the passengers. Jenny thought that the jet was the very image of decadent opulence, a world away from the run down streets of Port Hope. She sighed and wished the Captain and First Officer a pleasant flight, then turned to follow Paige to the galley to prepare the jet for take off.

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  In the final half an hour before departure, the Captain contacted them on the intercom. They were required to assemble at the front of the plane to receive their passengers for the flight. The two girls hurriedly checked each other, ensuring that their hair was tidy and their neck scarves straight. Satisfied, they set off forwards.

  Upon reaching the front doors, Jenny lined up alongside Paige and prepared herself, running through the mental checklist that SubAir Academy had drummed into her: willingness, sensuality, obedience. She repeated the mantra over and over in her head as they waited.

  Her heart sank as she caught sight of the obnoxious accountant from the day before as he climbed up the stairs to the plane. He was sweating profusely and frantically mopping his brow with a folded handkerchief. He entered the plane and blinked, twitching his nose as though sampling the air. He looked the crew over, and clearly sensed their disappointment. “Oh, don’t worry. I shan't be flying with you today.” Jenny’s mood lightened. “I’ll be staying behind to finalise things here.” It was his turn to appear disappointed, clearly not relishing the idea of spending more time in the oppressive heat of St. Genevieve, “Instead, your passengers will be the Prime Minister of this God forsaken hell hole and his wife.”

  Jenny blinked at this. Her passengers had included politicians before, certainly, but never an actual head of state. Her curiosity about this strange island intensified.

  “You’re to fly them from here to Mr Chambers’ private strip near Chambers Manor. Mr Chambers has invited the Prime Minister to stay with him for a short while, while they discuss the details of a mutually beneficial offshoring project. Is that clear?”

  The crew nodded in unison.

  “It is of utmost importance that the Prime Minister and his wife be treated with the greatest care and attention. Mr Grayson himself will be paying close attention to this flight.” The accountant narrowed his eyes and stared at Captain Blake. “Do try not to fuck this one up, Captain,” he sneered, voice laced with contempt and sarcasm.

  The Captain straightened his back, visibly annoyed, “No. Sir.”

  Nodding, the balding man turned his attention to Jenny and Paige. “And you two. The Prime Minister is a chaste man, quite religious and proper. He is not like the usual boyband lotharios and billionaire philanderers that you throw yourselves at on normal flights,” his eyes crawled up and down their bodies, disapproval dripping from every word. “Best keep your services limited to just packets of peanuts and dry martinis eh? Good girls.”

  “Yes, sir,” they both replied together.

  “Good. Well, I shall take my leave. The PM and his wife are being driven over as we speak. Good day.” And with that, he was gone again, disappearing through the door and down the steps.

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  Within minutes, a long black limo pulled up at the foot of the plane’s stairs. Jenny and Paige lined up inside the door to greet the VIPs they would be flying with today. Jenny fell behind Paige, respecting the authority of the more senior hostess and allowing her to welcome their passengers.

  The limo driver walked around the passenger side and held the door open. Jenny peered out to catch a glimpse of the people within. A woman emerged first. She was tall and slender, her latino heritage giving her a coffee coloured skin and dark features. Her jet black hair was long and fell down her back in wavy tumbles. She wore a sleeveless floral print dress that reached to the ground and concealed her legs. It was bright and colourful, contrasting against her dusky skin and lying delicately on her full breasts.

  She was followed by her husband, the Prime Minister. He too was tall and latino, a handsome, warm face beneath a full head of black hair. He seemed younger than Jenny was expecting, less than forty certainly. Older than his wife by quite a margin, but young for such a powerful man. He wore a light colored suit and white shirt, open at the collar with no tie. He appeared cool and unfazed by the oppressive humidity.

  The driver tipped his cap at the couple, and the Prime Minister nodded curtly, dismissing the man. As the limo drove off, he placed a protective arm around his wife and ushered her up the steps to the plane. Paige and Jenny greeted them warmly, bending their knees to courtesy. The Prime Minister paid them little heed, but the wife offered her hand to them, eyeing the two attractive hostesses curiously. Her stare fell to their short skirts and long legs. Jenny felt oddly exposed before this stately beauty, her sensual outfit seeming suddenly inappropriate, designed as it was to flaunt and tantalise. She blushed slightly.

  They disappeared inside, greeted the Captain and made their way to their seats. Jenny and Paige saw to it that they were comfortable before takeoff, preparing them a drink to settle them in. The Prime Minister asked for a sparkling water, insisting that it was too early for a real drink. His wife clearly disagreed and asked for a G&T, her mischievous smirk defying the withering gaze that her husband gave her.

  As Jenny returned with their drinks, the Prime Minister asked her if she’d mind answering a personal question. Jenny smiled, and replied that she wouldn’t.

  “Tell me,” he started, his accent rich and exotic, “is it true what I hear about your employer, SubAir? That ungodliness and debauchery are offered as a paid service?” His eyes flicked down her body, lingering on her tight skirt and stockinged legs. His disapproval was obvious, his contempt barely concealed.

  Jenny thought it best not to attempt to deceive this powerful man, she feared his penetrating gaze would spot the lie before it left her mouth. “My colleagues and I go to great lengths to ensure our passengers have a pleasant and enjoyable journey,” she said, then excused herself and headed back to the galley, pretending she didn’t hear the Prime Minister’s gruff snort as she left.

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  The plane took off and they reached cruising altitude. Paige and Jenny served the meal an hour later and ensured that their passengers were settled in for the long flight, offering the Prime Minister and his wife a soft blanket in case they wanted to sleep. The two hostesses returned to the galley for a short break themselves, happy that their passengers were as comfortable as possible.

  They settled back onto the small sofa and kicked off their shoes. Jenny wriggled her toes, happy to be out of the tall heels for five minutes. Paige seemed to sense her relief and indicated that Jenny should sit back on the cushion and put her feet in her colleagues lap. Jenny did as she was told, knowing what was coming and inwardly relieved that this pe
tite brunette had a thing for women’s feet.

  “This is turning out to be a weird trip,” Jenny said, talking quietly, aware of how far sound could carry in the enclosed cabin.

  Paige lightly caressed the soles of her feet, drawing her manicured nails along the tender flesh and making Jenny shiver at her touch. “I know, right. What a waste though. They’re both eminently fuckable don’t you think?”

  Jenny gasped as Paige pressed her thumb into her aching arch, curling her toes and signalling her approval of the delicate touch. “Yeah. It’s not often that you get a passenger who claims to be religious that doesn’t have you pinned up against the cabin window pounding you senseless within forty five minutes. Shame.”

  Paige laughed, switching her efforts to Jenny’s other foot, “Guess there are still pertinent men out there.”

  Jenny continued, her thoughts lost to the pleasant sensation of having someone touch her feet. “And her. Oh boy! What I wouldn’t give to dive under that long dress and taste that pussy!”

  Paige had stopped kneading her foot and let it fall to her lap. Her face suddenly appeared stricken with shock.

  “I mean, can you imagine having those long legs wrapped around your head? It would be…” she stopped, noticing Paige’s attention turn to the galley partition. She turned and was stunned to see the Prime Minister’s wife standing there, wide eyed and gaping.

  Jenny pulled her feet off Paige, turned her body and stood. “I-I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to… we were just… I’m so sorry.”

  The woman blinked twice, and turned to look back down the cabin. With a graceful flourish, she reached behind her and pulled the curtain across the entrance to the galley.

  She turned to face the mortified Jenny and Paige, a curious smirk spreading across her face. “My husband appears to be sleeping. He usually spends the rest of the flight like this. This leaves us some time… to get to know one another.” She stepped forwards, waving her hand to indicate that Jenny should sit down. Jenny did so.