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by Aya Fukunishi


  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.

  Pam found herself landing directly beside Robert, and just inches from her eyes his lips broke into a satisfied smile. She looked down and saw he was still coming, his whole body flexing with each new burst from his cock. She quickly swung her leg across his waist and mounted him, sliding smoothly onto his cock while he was still rock hard. Her ass ached from his attention but her tight, dripping twat was still desperate for love.

  She felt Robert continue to gush into her, and as she writhed on top of him she was amazed at the volume of his seed. She felt it drip into her, filling her deep, and as the fasten seat belt sign flashed on above the door she smiled happily at the feeling of his creamy juice filling her deep.

  As her climax subsided Pam rode happily atop her lover, running her hands across the tight, pink latex that wrapped around her small belly. Her eyes closed and she grinned, bucking back and forth on Robert's cock to tease out the last of his precious juice.

  Pam had a plan. It played through her mind as the final gush sprayed into her and her pussy clenched and unclenched with joy. One day soon, she thought, this belly will be fat with Robert's child. She opened her eyes to find Robert smiling back at her, exhausted and finally sated.

  But first, she thought, Paris!

  FOR HIS AFFECTION

  DOMINATED BY THE BILLIONAIRE

  by

  Aya Fukunishi

  Chapter One

  Pam smiled as her fingers traced across the lines of the French immigration stamp, the first mark in the passport she'd owned since soon after her high school graduation, back in the days when her mind had been filled with rich, exciting dreams of the boulevards of Paris, the canals of Venice and the crisp, clean air of the Swiss Alps.

  For so long the passport had sat unused in the bottom of a drawer, a hated testament to all of life's disappointments. For years it had served as a sad reminder that her life had taken the wrong track, been hijacked by events and forced her into compromise after bitter compromise.

  For years she couldn't bear to look at it; couldn't bear to be reminded of the blissful weeks in her 18th year she'd spent planning her escape to Europe, only to cancel her flight at the last moment when her brother's mental health and chronic drug problems had forced her to take on the role of mother before she'd ever had the chance to enjoy being a young woman.

  A voice pulled Pam back from her reverie. 'You OK?'

  'Oh,' she replied, pushing aside the memory and returning to the present. 'Yeah. Yes, I'm more than OK. I just can't believe I'm here. I never thought I'd get to see Paris.'

  Robert smiled and took her hand in his, gazing out the smoked window of the Rolls Royce Phantom. 'Just wait until you see the apartment I found for us. Best view on earth. Do you know Sacré Coeur?'

  Pam grinned broadly. 'Yeah, I think I've heard of it.' As a college student the only decoration in her dorm had been a watercolor of the view of Paris from the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. The gleaming white dome sat at the high point of the city, Montmartre, the only real hill in Paris and the historic home of some of its greatest artists. When Pam dreamed of Paris, it was Sacré Coeur that occupied her thoughts.

  'I bought an old rectory by the basilica a few years ago. I've had my guys restoring it for two years, so we'll both be seeing it for the first time. I hope they did a good job. I'd hate for your first stay in Paris to be in a construction site. Ah, here we are, up on the left.'

  The car crossed the heavy traffic of the Boulevard de Clichy and began to rise through the steep, winding cobbled streets of Montmartre. Pam stared wide eyed through the dark windows, taken aback by the feeling that they'd just fallen back a century in time. Gone were the bustling, neon lit stores and gaudy burlesque bars of the boulevards, replaced by narrow streets lined with beautiful townhouses.

  The sounds of the city vanished as the car climbed the hill towards the dazzling white dome of the basilica, and finally the Maybach wound its way along Rue Azais between meandering crowds of tourists, turned smoothly left through a dark stone archway and into a large, silent courtyard surrounded by three storeys of wide bay windows and intricate marble carvings. Behind them an unseen servant closed the heavy wooden door, sealing them into a silent haven in the heart of the city.

  Pam could barely speak. 'This is... this is all yours?'

  'It is,' Robert laughed. He produced a large iron key from an inner pocket and handed it to Pam. 'While you're here it's yours, too. Let's go take a look.'

  Pam stepped from the car in a daze, sliding from the cool, air conditioned interior into the warm embrace of the Parisian morning sun. The courtyard was silent but for the soft sound of roosting birds fluttering between the tendrils of ivy that climbed the walls, and the rich, sweet aroma of lilac soothed her. She could almost imagine she was in the countryside, and beyond the walls of the courtyard lay endless rolling hills and green pastures.

  'I fell in love with this place the moment I saw it,' whispered Robert, his voice subdued as if it would be disrespectful to raise it. 'It belonged to the basilica, but it hadn't been used for a century and the church didn't have the funds to restore it. They were on the verge of demolishing it when I first visited. Can you believe they wanted to build a hotel on the site? Right next to the basilica, a damned Holiday Inn. I couldn't let it happen, so I took it on a perpetual lease and promised to restore it on my own dime.'

  Pam stared dumbfounded at the beautiful carvings that lined every inch of the inner courtyard. 'My God, this must have cost millions!' She laughed. 'Just how rich are you?'

  Robert waved a finger as he pushed open the thick oak door that led to the interior. 'Ah ah, no money talk. It was worth every penny to keep it standing.' His lips spread into a broad grin and his voice took on an almost childlike glee. 'Come on, let's explore.'

  Before she could reply Robert disappeared into the dim interior, and Pam quickly followed the sound of his footsteps along a dark, narrow corridor until she saw him bound up a narrow staircase, taking three steps at a time. He yelled back, 'Come see the view!'

  Pam quickly hopped up the stairs, feeling Robert's excitement infect her more with each step. The staircase doubled back, climbing steeply through the building until it brought her, breathless, into a dense, green garden bathed in the bright morning sunlight. She gasped at the sight. The roof of the building was a forest, thick with trees and lush grass a hundred yards across. To her right she could see the gaping mouth of the courtyard, and to her left she saw Robert standing on the lip of the building and staring happily out onto his own private view of Paris.

  'My God, it's beautiful
,' she whispered. In the distance the Eiffel Tower rose majestically above the low structures of the center. Before it the Arc de Triomphe marked the beginning of the Champs Élysées, and between the two, unseen, wound the wide, slow ribbon of the Seine. The city glistened in the bright morning sun. It was everything she'd dreamed of and more.

  'I knew you'd love it,' Robert whispered in her ear. She turned to him slowly, reluctant to take her eyes off the stunning view, but all thoughts of the wonders laid out before her evaporated as he lifted her chin with a finger and kissed her deeply on the lips, sliding his hand to the small of her back and drawing her close. In that moment she felt complete, whole in a way that she'd never dreamed possible. She felt Robert's strength flow into her, envelope her and protect her. She felt, as she'd felt every time he'd kissed her in the few days since they'd first met, as if the scales had fallen from her eyes and she'd seen for the first time a world more beautiful and full of possibilities than she'd ever known.

  Despite her exhaustion from the flight she also felt once more the first stirrings of excitement deep in her body. Robert's tongue explored her mouth. His hand slid between the buttons of her silk blouse to the warm, smooth skin beneath, and she felt in the strength of his grip his need for her body. He pulled her close against him, and against her taut, flat stomach she felt him swell for her. Slowly at first, the warmth of his growing erection pressed tightly against her stomach, and as he grew larger Pam felt his hands grasp tighter, harder, hungry for her body.

 

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