Dominated by the Billionaire: The Boxed Set (8 page)

She didn't have to wait long. When the sound of the engines grew to a dull roar she was pressed back into her seat as the plane accelerated down the runway. Robert quickly unstrapped himself and fell forward to his knees before her. Pam gripped the plush leather armrests of her chair as Robert dipped his head between her legs, forcing her to spread them wide in the spacious seat as he buried his face between her legs.

Oh my!
was all she could think. She'd had men go down on her before, of course, but there was something unique about feeling a hot, flat tongue running up her labia towards her eager clit as the world fell away beneath her. Her stomach flipped as the Lear left the ground, and the G force pushed Robert's weight against her, grinding his nose into her pelvis as his tongue bathed her.

'Oh God, don't stop,' she moaned, trying to push her lower body against gravity. He voice was drowned out by the roar of the engines, and the vibration of the plane flowed through her body, exciting every nerve ending as Robert's tongue plunged into her. Suddenly the plane rose at a sharp angle. It felt as if Pam was lying spread eagled on her back in the comfortable, enveloping chair as Robert's tongue pressed deep inside her. She gasped with pleasure, desperate with lust after a whole twelve hours without a shuddering orgasm, and gripped the back of his head tight towards her to keep him there as she came.

'Fuck!' she yelled, feeling the first jolts of electricity pulse through her. She knew the plane could go onto a tailspin and she'd have no clue until it was all over. Her body felt like it was turning loops already. 'Drink me, Robert!' Her body felt red hot beneath the tight pink latex, and beneath her the brown leather of her chair creaked as her dress slid against it as she writhed.

Pam's climax reached her at the perfect moment, concentrating into a tight sphere of energy just as the jet reached cruising altitude. Her pussy clenched and tightened as her body seemed to lift momentarily from the seat, and as gravity returned the energy exploded through her. She felt as if she was pouring into Robert's mouth, her essence flooding out of her and into him. It was seconds before she realized her hands were still pulling Robert's head tight against her pussy, keeping him from breathing.

She released him, sending him falling to the carpeted floor with a delirious smile and a glistening face as the last of Pam's orgasm racked her body. The sight of his erection pressing against the tight pants of his suit just made it all the better.

'Welcome aboard,' he sputtered, gasping for breath. Pam couldn't help but laugh, and she descended into a fit of uncontrollable giggles that lasted until Robert pulled himself into the chair beside her and kissed her deeply, passionately.

'So,' she said, pulling away from his lips, 'what's with this crazy getup?' She gestured to the tight pink uniform, as if there was anything else to which she could be referring.

'Oh, I've always had a little thing for latex. I just wanted to see how you looked in it. You like it?'

Pam was already swirling a latex clad finger around her wet lips beneath her dress, grinning in the warm, pleasant afterglow of her orgasm. Robert grinned and took it as a yes. 'I love it. I always thought latex would be uncomfortable, but this feels like a second skin.' Robert pulled her hand from her pussy and licked her gloved finger, savoring the taste of her pussy.

'In that case,' he said, 'it's time for you to join the Mile High Club. Come with me, Pamela.'

He stood from his seat and pulled Pam from hers, taking care to support her on her perilous heels. Pam thanked God the ride was smooth as she stepped carefully down the aisle ahead of Robert, and almost stumbled when his strong had closed over her butt cheek and squeezed. He slid his had under the slick latex and dipped a finger into her wet pussy, and it was all Pam could do not to brace herself against a chair and beg him to fuck her. She hadn't had his cock inside her for 24 hours, and his absence ached.

'Keep going,' he said. 'We're headed for the bathroom.'
The bathroom?
she thought.
Why bother, when he owns the plane?

Pam smiled to herself as she walked carefully along the aisle to the bathroom at the rear. She'd always thought of sex on an airplane as a kind of creepy, unhygienic pastime. Her only experience in the air was on cross country flights in narrow bodied commercial planes, and she'd always thought of the bathrooms as dirty, cramped spaces totally unsuitable for sex. They were the only place to have sex on commercial flights, but she couldn't imagine why that was a problem here. The reclining armchairs at the back of the cabin looked perfect for fucking. Just a glance told Pam that there were a dozen places Robert could bend her over and slip inside her.

She knew to expect something different on the Lear as soon as she reached the rear of the cabin. The bathroom took up the whole cross section of the plane, large enough for two people to lay end to end without touching the walls. The bathroom door, far from the plastic accordion style barriers on her usual flights, was a rich dark mahogany designed to match the brown leather recliners in the cabin.

Pam stepped inside, taken aback by the disparity of this large, comfortable room at 30,000 feet. A rainfall shower took up one corner, its broad head ready to cast a fine, warm spray within the smoked glass stall, and a large marble basin with what looked like gold plated faucets rose from the thick carpet.

'Nice, huh?' Robert, with his hand still gently pressed against her ass, guided her forward into the room. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt with difficulty, and Pam turned to help him undress. In the days since they'd first met she still hadn't gotten over the shocking fire of lust she felt when she saw him naked. He was unlike any man she'd ever been with, his firm, well muscled body undeniably masculine.
He could have stepped out of a cologne commercial,
she thought, tugging at his tie and fumbling at his shirt buttons. His perfectly proportioned V-shaped body seemed the archetype for the perfect man. From his curved, prominent pecs down to his slender waist he exuded masculinity and power, and even now Pam felt strangely unworthy of his attention. Even now she thanked God for her good fortune, and marveled that a man such as Robert should be interested in her.

Robert's strong hands ran up and down her body as she undressed him, and he gasped lightly as she freed his erect penis from his pants and grasped it between her latex-clad fingers. The tip was already wet with pre-cum, a sign of his excitement at going down on her during takeoff, and her hands slipped wetly along his throbbing shaft. She couldn't wait to feel it inside her once again.

Pam had learned to judge Robert's moods in recent days, and she could tell with a glance that she wouldn't be in control this time. His hunger was clear, and she knew he intended to take her roughly. She'd seen that look only once before, in the elevator when they'd first met, when he'd forced her to her knees and used her body like a toy for his amusement. She'd loved every minute of it, and couldn't wait for him to take her like that again.

'Where do you want me?' she asked demurely, purring with submission, her eyes downcast. She wanted to make it clear she knew her place today. She was ready to be controlled.

'Stand up,' replied Robert, stepping out of his pants. He kicked the pile of his clothes over towards the door and took her by the arm, hauling her to her feet. 'Take off those shoes,' he said to her relief. She couldn't imagine trying to stay standing through sex in the heels, and as she stepped out them she felt a rush of pleasure as her height dropped by inches, taking her eye level down to Robert's mouth and making her feel even more helpless against his strength.

He leaned in quickly and kissed her deep, thrusting his tongue into her mouth hungrily. She could still taste herself on his lips, a tangy mixture of her own juices and the wine Robert had been drinking as she boarded.

As soon as Robert broke away from the kiss she could see the intensity in his eyes. It was as if he'd never been with her, had lusted after her for an eternity and only now had the chance to consummate his desire. His large hands squeezed her waist tightly and she allowed herself to weaken in his grasp, eager to be controlled and directed.

A moment's turbulence sent her stumbling, and Robert swung her around to the marble basin. He leaned her forward, bending her over the sink, and in the mirror she saw that he intended to fuck her from behind. She braced her gloved hands against the cold marble and spread her legs ever so slightly, desperate for him to come inside.

Pam closed her eyes and concentrated on the delightful sensation of her skin tight dress sliding up over the smooth skin of her ass. She felt as if she was tightly bound in Saran wrap, and Robert was gently freeing her from it. The cool air hit her searing hot pussy, and she pushed her pert ass in the air in anticipation of Robert's deliciously firm cock.

She felt it slide between her open thighs first, prodding and exploring the folds of her wet pussy. The tip slid gently across her lips and she fought against the urge to push back onto it. She knew Robert wanted to stay in control, to tease her before he took her. He slid away from her swollen, eager lips, sliding up across the sensitive skin at the base of her pussy, placing gentle pressure on her taint that made her shudder with pleasure.

Still he moved up, sliding his glistening wet tip between her quivering ass cheeks, and she suddenly realized what he intended to do. She gasped as she felt pressure against her tight pink asshole, and it was all she could do to keep herself from pulling away.

He wants to fuck me in the ass!
Pam had never done anything like this before. Never even considered it, but as the tip of Robert's cock pushed with gentle, insistent pressure against her tight, puckered hole she realized her eagerness. The naughtiness of it aroused her, just like the slick, tight latex that encased her body. The old Pam would never do anything like this, but the new Pam... well, the new Pam knew what she wanted.

She pushed back gently, letting Robert know she was ready for him to enter her. Her nervousness tightened her hole and she made an effort to relax, knowing she'd need to loosen up if he was to push past the tight muscles and into her warm, forbidden cavity.

Robert's cock seemed to pop into her quickly, drawing a gasp with that brief moment of pain as her asshole stretched around his tip. The glistening cum coating his cock was just enough to lubricate her, and before she knew it he was inches inside her. Inches that felt like feet. It felt as if he was buried in her to the base of his shaft, but as he pushed forward slowly she knew there was a long, long way to go before he filled her completely.

'Relax,' he whispered in her ear. 'I'll take it slow.'

Pam didn't want it slow. She knew that now his thick head had slid into her it would be easy to take the rest of his cock and she pushed back eagerly, burying him deep in her ass. She gasped over and over as he inched further inside her. She'd never imagined it could feel this good, her ass spread wide and hungrily drawing him inside her new, unexplored hole. She could even feel the thick, hard tip of his cock against the wall of her dripping pussy, and she almost came there and then as she imagined Robert's twin appearing to double team her.

Suddenly the plane ran into turbulence. The room shook as the plane dipped and rose madly, and Robert stumbled forward and deeper inside her. Pam squealed with pleasure and pain unlike anything she'd felt before. The feeling was excruciating, but she couldn't help but hunger for more. She'd never dreamed that pain could be arousing but now she felt herself pushing back against Robert's shaft, begging for the tight, stretching sensation of pushing her body to its very limits.

She looked up into the mirror and saw that she was almost drooling its desire. Her wet mouth hung open and her eyes pinched with the pain, and behind her Robert loomed over her, his eyes unfocused as he began to thrust with a slow, steady rhythm. The room was silent but for the humming of the engines and the sound of their panting breath.

'Come in me, Robert,' she pleaded. She couldn't wait for the gushing jet of cum deep in her ass. The anticipation consumed her, and she was already moments into a shuddering, knee bending orgasm before she noticed. Her pussy tingled with fire and her asshole gaped hungrily, the muscles spasming out of control as her body erupted with pleasure.

Pam's tightening muscles locked around the thick base of Robert's shaft, squeezing his orgasm from him. In the mirror she saw him arch his back, his mouth wide open in silent wonder as his hot cum spurted deep inside her. The plane shook again and he fell backwards, his shaft slipping out of her with a wet pop, and in her blurred vision she saw his cum spray across the tight latex of her back. It gushed onto her quivering ass, rolling quickly across the shiny pink dress before dropping to the floor. Still it came, spurting in thick drips from his heavy balls. Pam couldn't focus her vision as the jolts of her climax flowed through her, intensified by Robert's quick, accidental withdrawal from her aching ass. Her knees quivered beneath her, and when the next bout of turbulence arrived they both fell to the ground weakly, their bodies cushioned by the thick, warm carpet.