Climax: Volume 1

by Ella Ford

  “Why don’t you beg me to fuck you?” purred the captain, her honey voice thick and sickly, laced with a powerful intensity that made Jenny shudder.

  “P-please ma’am, will you fuck me?” whispered Jenny, her grip on the bed sheets tightening with every word.

  “Well that doesn’t sound as though you really want me to! Why don’t you tell me you’re my little fucktoy and you really, really want me to fuck your tight pussy?” replied the captain, obviously loving every sordid moment.

  From the other side of the room, Kelly squealed out loud, a sound that walked a tightrope between pain, surprise and sheer, unadulterated pleasure.

  “I’m your little fucktoy ma’am and I really, really want you to fuck me,” said Jenny with renewed purpose. The excited cry of Kelly had sent a flush of desire through her body, and she felt her pussy throbbing with eager anticipation. She released herself into the moment, seized hold of her true purpose and relinquished control to the captain. “OH PLEASE FUCK ME!” she cried, suddenly overcome with a need that was difficult to articulate.

  “Well, all you had to do was ask!” said the captain. Then Jenny began to feel a pressure on her pussy, forcing her open, wider and wider until she feared that she might split in two. She squeezed her eyes shut as the mammoth length entered her body and concentrated on the exquisite feeling of fullness that was gushing out of her pussy and flooding her torso with waves of pure pleasure.

  With glacial slowness, the captain reversed her stroke and pulled her plastic cock out of Jenny. Jenny gasped at the change and pushed her face into the bed in an attempt to avoid crying out at the sudden sense of absence. Before she knew it, the captain drove forwards again, faster this time, harder and deeper. Her body rocked with the force of it, and she almost slipped off the end of the dildo when the captain pulled out, but her hips were held fast and she soon felt the overwhelming feeling of the piston entering her again.

  By now, her mind was reduced to rubble, her thoughts barely able to form. Her senses had atrophied until only the unbelievably intense warmth between her legs occupied her awareness. The captain was moving quickly, driving the thick girth of the plastic rod into her over and over again. The skin of her thighs slapped against the skin of Jenny’s ass with every hard thrust of her hips.

  Jenny’s entire body became limp, a ragdoll impaled on the pounding length of this insatiable woman above her and Jenny did nothing to resist. She was in her place now, lost in her zone of pure fulfillment. Her part of the bargain was met, total submission, the gift of self, now it was up to the captain to use her how she pleased.

  The pounding continued. Deeper and deeper, faster and harder. Every so often, the captain would slap her ass, and each bitter sting made Jenny cry out. Begging for mercy or begging for more, she couldn’t quite be sure. And all the while, the furious fireball of Jenny’s lust grew inside her, gathering pace with every forceful entry of her aching pussy. She felt the unmistakable approach of her orgasm, looming on the horizon, approaching the point of inevitability. Her body tensed and her breathing quickened. She moaned with anticipation, long and low, sharp gasps over pleading cries.

  “Don’t come unless I say so bitch!” cried the captain, her own voice heavy and labored.

  “Y-yes, ma’am,” breathed Jenny, unable to keep her trembling voice steady. She looked deep within herself and struggled to control the building orgasm. She didn’t know how long she would be able to hold out, and felt it grow inside her with every hard thrust of the captain’s hips.

  “Do you want to?” taunted the captain, “Do you want to come like the slut you are?” she cried, slapping Jenny’s ass once more and quickening her thrusts to an intolerable degree.

  “Oh yes, yes I want to come! Yes! Pleeeeease!” begged Jenny, suddenly wanting nothing more than to release herself into this boiling maelstrom and feel it rip her body apart.

  An unimaginable time later, the captain whispered, “You may,” and Jenny felt the bottom fall out of her world as she was swept up in the raging tornado of her unrestrained lust!

  It exploded in her pussy first, flooding her body with an overwhelming warmth. Ripples of pleasure sped along her nerves up to her brain and down her arms and legs. Her body went rigid, back arching until her head and arms lifted off the bed like a bucking horse. She cast her arms out before her and clenched her entire face as the jolts of electric pleasure shot through her body. She felt the captain push forward, thrusting the enormous rod into her one final time and impaling her in her moment of utter ecstasy.

  From miles away, she heard Kelly’s voice join her own. A rhythmic cry of utter enjoyment. A tiny part of Jenny wondered what the first officer was doing to her, but it was silenced by the deafening roar of her erupting climax.

  And then, the intense noise stopped and her body fell forwards, robbed of the electricity that had animated it. She flopped to the bed, her arms limp, barely able to move her head, still impaled on the thick girth of the captain’s cock. Slowly, she slid forwards, feeling a peculiar void as her pussy was returned to her and she was no longer filled. She collapsed to the bed, curling up into a foetal position, arms and legs trembling as her muscles cooled. For endless, precious seconds she allowed her racing mind to calm itself and enjoy the crisp coolness of the sheets beneath her.

  But no sooner had she begun to drift into a fitful doze, than the captain was on her again. She felt her hand grab her shoulder and roll her onto her back. She was too tired to resist, too dazed to comprehend what the captain would do to her next.

  Through blurred eyes, she saw the captain swing a leg over her, pinning her arm to the bed with her lower leg. Then the captain moved up her body, and pinned her other arm in place. Jenny blinked hard twice and saw that the captain had removed the strap-on harness and that her pussy was positioned just above Jenny’s face.

  The captain dropped a hand down and placed it on Jenny’s head, then with her other hand, began to massage her wet lips with her slender manicured fingers. Jenny looked on, fascinated by this display and suddenly invigorated once more. She longed to crane her neck upwards and taste that pussy once more, but her head was held in place. She suspected she would soon get her chance.

  “Dana, bring that little bitch over here and have her eat her friend’s pussy,” said the captain and the first officer grunted her approval.

  Jenny heard a sharp cry from Kelly, presumably as she was dragged across the room, then a sudden bounce of the bed as the young hostess landed at her feet. Barely a second later, Jenny felt arms coil around her thighs and a moist, warm breath on her sensitive pussy. She moaned, not sure she could take any more, but desperate to feel Kelly’s tongue on her.

  “Don’t just stare at it, eat it!” snapped the first officer, and Jenny felt Kelly begin her work. As the ripples of pleasure shot up her body, she forgot her doubts and moaned her approval at the girl’s technique.

  Then, without warning, Captain Monroe lowered herself onto Jenny’s face, smothering her in the wet folds of flesh. Jenny blinked and struggled to remain focused. The eager lapping of Kelly on her own pussy made it very difficult to concentrate, and she now had a mouthful of the captain’s eager sex to contend with. She struggled to regain her composure and began to thrust her tongue upwards into the maze of pleasure above her. The captain responded with a low moan and gripped Jenny’s head tightly with her hand. Jenny felt herself being lifted upwards, being pushed harder into the damp wetness. She moved her tongue back and forth in the close confines, struggling to take in a breath, but eager to please the captain. Slowly, she moved her focus from long strokes to the hard nub of the woman’s clitoris where she concentrated her efforts.

  And all the while, Kelly worked on her own pussy. The younger girl had more latitude than Jenny, and was able to employ a greater range of motion on her throbbing clit. In on stroke, she lapped up across Jenny’s stretched hole and up to her clit, and the next moment, she sucked her lips into her mouth and tugged at her with tender care. The com
bination of sensations was overwhelming and Jenny felt another orgasm approaching with unprecedented quickness. She forced the feeling deep inside herself, desperate not to come before she’d finished the captain.

  With renewed vigor, she stepped up her pace on the pussy that engulfed her. Harder and harder she pressed, increasing the pressure on the woman’s clit and roughly squeezing her dripping lips against her body. The captain moaned above her, riding her head like a rodeo bull. Her hips undulated on Jenny’s face, grinding against her as she was held in place. Jenny held her tongue out and allowed herself to be used this way, enjoying the brief respite where she was able to concentrate on taming the intense jolts of pleasure that were shooting up her own body.

  As one, the three women moved together. Kelly’s frantic mouth, the captain’s insatiable pussy and Jenny’s whole body. They became a single entity, a sapphic creature of pure desire. All three of them moaned their own lust, their voices joining to form a choir of utter fulfillment.

  Then the captain’s movements became quicker, more urgent. She pressed herself against Jenny’s face, using her tongue, her nose, her entire head to reach her own climax. And, with roaring inevitability, the orgasm took her and she smashed herself against Jenny, smothering her with her quivering pussy.

  Jenny struggled for breath in the hot prison in which she now found herself, and a growing panic rose within her. Distracted by the sudden force of the captain’s grip, she found herself unable to control the sensations of pleasure that burst out of her pussy and she passed the point of no return, feeling the familiar eruption of her own orgasm.

  Overwhelmed with the twin sensations of panic and ecstasy, she pulled her head away from the captain’s pussy with a superhuman strength, drawing a deep breath inside herself, then releasing in it an involuntary sigh as the wave of climax spread through her body. She felt herself spasm, arms and legs going tense and locking around Kelly’s head and the captain’s legs. The sensation filled her mind, for the second time that night and she felt herself blacking out. The world spun around her, dizzyingly fast and she feared that she was slipping out of this reality.

  But then the furious roar of her orgasm dissipated and left her. She was distantly aware of the captain collapsing to the side and onto the bed, breathless and exhausted. From the scene of devastation that was her pussy, she felt the tender peck of tiny kisses. Kelly was lightly caressing her, soothing her tormented body. Jenny felt herself flush with affection for the young girl and inwardly vowed to write a glowing report about the rookie hostess’s performance tonight.

  Then from across the room, the forgotten voice of Dana Williams spoke up. “Is it my turn now?”

  Epilogue

  The following morning, Jenny found herself sitting alone in the SubAir executive lounge. After the intensity of the night before, the captain and first officer seemed oddly distant this morning. They’d excused themselves and left to go wherever it is that pilots go to when they want to recover from a night of frantic lesbian love.

  Jenny sighed at the memory of the layover. The rough dominance of the two pilots and the tender submission of her and Kelly. A light shudder ran through her body and she felt a familiar warmth between her legs.

  Kelly, meanwhile, had been scheduled to fly back to Denver on a different flight and had left half an hour before. The two girls had embraced warmly in the departure lounge, and Kelly had planted a kiss on Jenny’s cheek. “Thank you for last night,” she’d said warmly, a bashful blush spreading across her face. “I couldn’t have got through it without you!” And with that, she’d turned and hurried through the lounge to her gate.

  And now she was alone, enjoying the calm of the executive area before the inevitable exertions of the flight home.

  Buzz Buzz.

  She almost jumped as her phone vibrated on the table in front of her. An email, she noted by the color of the light on the smooth black surface. She picked up the phone and flicked the screen on, deftly navigating to her email client. She opened the mail and began to read.

  From: hr@subair.com

  To: j.jones@subair.com

  Subject: Opportunity

  Hi Jenny,

  Captain Monroe has just been in contact with HR and submitted a glowing report about your performance on her flight. She went to great lengths to describe your qualities, saying that you had the capacity to take anything that was presented to you, no matter how hard. She also pointed out that you worked well with your colleagues and went to great lengths to ensure that the flight crew were taken care of.

  So we have a proposal for you. We’d like you to drop by head office when you’re in Denver to discuss an opportunity.

  We’d like you to become an instructor at SubAir Academy, effective immediately.

  Kind regards,

  Julie Preston, Head of HR

  Jenny’s mind reeled as she read the email over and over, trying to take in the content of the message. This was life changing! she thought as she struggled to calm herself. She was going back to SubAir, to help train up a new generation of SubAir hostesses. To pass on what she had learned, to guide them in the sensual arts. It was a tremendous opportunity!

  But most of all, a single thought lingered in her mind. A thought that she obsessed over as it eclipsed even the professional pride of the promotion.

  Think of all that fresh pussy!

  THE END

  Seduced By Her Feet

  by Ella Ford

  Prologue

  Samantha and I are sitting on the comfortable old sofa in my apartment. The TV is on and we’re working our way through a DVD boxset of Sex and the City. I don’t like the show personally, but Samantha thinks it’s highly amusing and insists we watch it together. It doesn’t bother me too much, my mind is elsewhere.

  I glance over at Samantha. She’s sitting back against the end of the sofa, her legs are sprawled over me with her feet resting in my lap. She’s wearing a simple black t-shirt that clings to her figure, hugging her chest in a most pleasing way, and a short tartan skirt that barely covers her thighs. Her honey blonde hair is down, and she’s lazily sipping from a glass of wine. She glances at me with a look of relaxed contentment and I smile back at her, thinking how amazing she looks like this.

  My attention is drawn to her legs, as it so often is. They’re long and slim, and tonight she is wearing opaque black pantyhose. I draw my hand slowly up her leg to her knee and she shivers involuntarily. I glance at her again and she smiles back, urging me to continue.

  I reverse my touch and my hand finds its way to her feet. I gaze at them and she wiggles her toes in the way that she knows I can’t resist. She must be feeling horny tonight, I realise and shudder at the prospect of feeling her tongue on my pussy.

  I reach out and take one of her feet in my hands, pressing my thumb into the soft flesh of her sole and kneading it gently. She sighs at my touch and sinks deeper into the sofa, putty in my hands.

  I study her foot, the soft curve of her arch, the faint hint of her painted nails through the material of her pantyhose. I wonder what it is that I find so compelling about it, why I feel a sudden warmth deep inside myself as I touch it and feel it touch me. What has awakened these insatiable feelings inside me?

  I think back, to the first time I met Samantha. A normal day in a normal week; a trip downtown and a chance encounter. My mind drifts away...

  Chapter 1

  The very last thing I expected when I went into the coffee shop that morning was to get seduced by a woman. And, I swear to you, the very idea of being driven into a frenzy by a pair of female feet was not even an entry in my book of possibilities!

  I’m not a lesbian, I’ve always considered myself comfortably straight. I wouldn’t even say I was bi, though I hear it’s very fashionable these days. I mean, I’d thought about other women in that way on more than one occasion, who hasn’t? But only in a theoretical capacity. I’d never considered actually doing anything about it. In truth, my life was complicated enough trying
to find a sympathetic cock to fill the long dark nights. The last thing I needed was to figure out a whole different set of genitalia!

  And feet. Oh boy. I don’t even know where to begin with this one. If women were the furthest thing from my mind that day, then feet weren’t even on the map! Feet are just things at the end of your legs that you stand on all day, then moan about how much they hurt. Right? They’re not sex things, they’re walking things. I mean, I’m not completely sheltered. I was aware that foot fetishes were a thing. If you date in the modern world I don’t think you can avoid it. Sometimes it seemed like every third guy that I got to go home with me wanted me to keep my heels on in bed, or was suspiciously eager to give me a foot massage. I never really thought about it, it just seemed like guys, you know? I certainly never thought about feet that way myself… at least, until I met Samantha.

  Wait, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me back up a little and tell you a bit about me, the charming narrator of this sordid tale. My name is Sarah Fisher. Okay, that’s not my real name, but it’ll do for now. What I’m about to tell you is not the kind of thing I want following me around for the rest of my life. What is true is that I’m twenty four, live in New York and I’m a moderately successful copy editor for a small pop culture magazine downtown.

  In certain conversations, I have been described as “mousey”. I’m not sure whether that’s a compliment or not. Whatever. Anyway, I don’t mind staying under the radar in the looks department. It just means that when I let my hair down and wear contacts instead of my nerdy glasses for the office Christmas party, I get told that I “scrub up well”. You take what you can get, right? I guess Sandra Bullock would play me in the movie version of this story… Oh boy, what I wouldn’t give to see Sandra Bullock doing the kind of things that happened to me…