Katy's Story
Katy was ready in less than an hour and stood by the door as excited as a young girl on her first school trip. She had followed George's orders and packed no underwear at all, no bras and no panties, and she was also not wearing either garment. Going on a foreign trip with no underwear was incredibly thrilling, it just felt so risquΓ©.
Finally the doorbell rang.
George stood outside the front door looking relaxed and in charge. Behind him stood a female chauffeur dressed in a thin white blouse, and a tiny black skirt.
"Did you follow my instructions, no underwear?" George asked.
"Of course George, none on me, and none packed." Katy answered, feeling a tingle of excitement between her legs.
"Good, now take Clare here upstairs and show her where you keep all your underwear."
"Why?" Katy asked, puzzled.
"Just do it Katy, or I'll warm your arse with my leather belt." George replied in a voice which left no room for more questions.
Katy led the way upstairs and showed Clare the drawer for her bras, the drawer for her thongs, and the drawer for big knickers to wear under dresses and skirts. Clare produced a black bin bag and empted the contents of all three drawers into the bag. She didn't look at Katy and she didn't say anything, simply filling the bag and walking back down stairs, with Katy following meekly.
"Right," said George, "let's get going, the plane is waiting."
The driver moved the big car swiftly around the M25, leaving at junction 6 and driving east, past Oxted, through Wetherham, then turning left up the steep hill towards Biggin Hill Airport. All the way George's hand was resting between Katy's legs, with his little finger just touching her pussy, and from time to time he moved it slightly.
Katy got more and more aroused, and as she did, George slowly parted her lips and started to be in contact with her clitoris. Once he had clitoral contact, the sensations when he moved his finger were much stronger and he then started moving more and more often, until he was bringing Katy right up to the edge of an orgasm, but each time she reached the edge, he stopped moving his finger.
Every time Katy neared orgasm, she was more excited, and more desperate than the previous time. So she was devastated when the car swung in through the gates of the airport and George withdrew his hand.
The car breezed through the gates, straight past security and right up to the executive jet parked with several others next to a huge hangar. The chauffeuse opened George's door but ignored Katy, who had to open her own door, then walk all the way around the huge car to get to the plane, grabbing her overnight bag out of the open boot as she passed.
There was a light breeze and Katy's wet pussy felt cold and still aroused, with her juice trickling down the inside of her thighs. George had already settled himself in a seat by the window, with a large open space in front of it. Katy took the seat next to him and buckled her belt, having already hoisted her own bag into the overhead locker.
"Katy, there are a number of rules you must follow as my girlfriend. If you disobey a rule you will be punished, do you understand?" George asked as the small jet taxied towards the runway.
"Yes George, I'll do my best to obey the rules." Katy replied, excited in a role she had never played before, she had always been the dominant one.
This submissive Katy was aroused by the complete loss of control over her own destiny, and George's confidence in his control over his women was electrifying. She was even turned on by the fact that she was only one of his women, his girlfriend perhaps, but she knew he would never be faithful to her, he would just use her for his selfish pleasure.
The jet reached the end of the runway and turned to face down it's length, ready to take off.
"The first rule is that you must never wear underwear, and never means never. That's why Clare took all of your underwear to give to charity."
"Oh my God! Some of those undies were very expensive!"
"The second rule is never to question or criticise me. I will over look that outburst, but if you do it again I will punish you."
"Sorry George." Katy said, still grieving for her designer lingerie.
Suddenly the jet surged forward, accelerating down the bumpy runway at a terrifying pace, until it reached escape velocity and lifted it's nose and left the relative security of the tarmac. This plane wasn't like the Airbuses which Katy usually flew in, it shot skyward like a fighter jet, bumping and bouncing on the air pockets.
Katy was gripping the armrests with all her strength, but George had his hand between her legs again, gently playing with her pussy lips.
"The second rule is that you must never close your knees together, I must be able to get my clenched fist between your knees without touching either leg. Look at how our hostess Jenny is sitting as a guide. Obviously you can see her sex easily, and that's what I need you to learn. It'll be difficult at first, and no doubt I will have to punish you repeatedly, but I'm sure you'll get there in the end."
The aircraft slowed a little and began to level off and only a couple of minutes later the captain extinguished the seat belt sign.
"Right, time to play. Jenny, go and sit on the settee, legs spread wide, it's your lucky day. Katy come with me." George instructed, sounding a little excited, anticipating his game.
George led Katy over to the sofa which Jenny was sitting on, legs spread.
"On your knees, head between her legs and start licking." George commanded, pushing down on Katy's head.
"Jenny, grab her arms and hold them tight."
Katy really didn't want to lick the hostess's pussy, but she knew that she had no choice. She moved her face closer and closer to Jenny's bare pussy, starting to be repulsed by the odour of the girl's sex, which was already starting to glisten. Katy noticed a small tattoo, just above the girl's pubic mound, it read 'Property of George' so Jenny was George's slave.
Katy started to lick, long slow strokes up between the moistening lips. She had no idea what George was doing, although she knew he was behind her, then suddenly she felt his huge cock at the entrance to her defenceless anus, she tried to object but he pushed her head hard, crushing her face into the stinky pussy.
"Just keep licking." George instructed, pushing hard to get past her resisting sphincter.
The resistance was completely inadequate, George's large cock head popped into Katy's bum and he mercilessly drove forward, as far as he could go. Katy hated the feeling, it hurt like hell, and it felt as though she was having the biggest shit ever.
George started seriously fucking Katy's tight arse, enjoying the domination over her, plus the wonderful tight velvety feel of her virgin anus. Each thrust forward caused his balls to slap her clit, which was slightly arousing for Katy, but she knew she was never going to cum with that huge cock pounding in and out of her sore arse.
Finally, Jenny started to approach her climax, and as she repeatedly pulled Katy's face into her slithery pussy, George started to increase his force and speed, making Katy's anal rape even more painful.
"I'm near to my climax Master," Jenny announced, "please may I cum?"
"Yes slave, cum now, I'm just behind you, let's cum together!" George replied.
As Jenny started to spasm she wrapped her legs around the back of Katy's head and squeezed them in pulling Katy's face hard into her convulsing cunt. George let out a shout and Katy felt the first hot splash of his ejaculation land deep inside her bowels.
More splashes followed but Katy's main worry was that she couldn't breathe, no matter how hard she struggled Jenny had her face mashed into her climaxing sex, and Jenny's sex juice was being ingested into Katy's nose, and was dribbling into her mouth and trickling down her chin.
"Jenny," George called quietly, "she can't breathe, I don't want her dead on my plane.
"Sorry George, I was just enjoying it so much." Jenny apologised.
"Then she must carry on pleasing you. I'm spent for now, but I know you can have lot's more orgasms."
"Thank you so much!" Jenny exclaimed, clearly delighted with the treat.
"Carry on Katy, keep lapping until we get to Paris, I'm having some champagne, don't worry Jenny, I'll help myself."
Katy's heart sank, she couldn't believe that the had to keep licking this young girl's wet, smelly, slithery pussy all the way to Paris, but yet again, she had no choice.
The Georges Cinq was and is magnificent. Katy totally loved it, and despite her ordeal on the private jet, she was getting excited again about being in Paris with a very rich sexy man. She had always been dominant in her relationships, especially with small pricked Ben, and George was very much a dominant man, and obviously he was attempting to assert his authority over her.
The question she had to face in the long term was whether this was a lifestyle that she could enjoy. One thing was clear though, she had no wish to be with Ben again, it was a mistake marrying him, and she would be happy when the marriage was over and she could get on with her life.
When she saw their suite she decided that she didn't need to wait for the marriage to end, she would start having fun straight away.
"Are you cross about what I did to you on the plane?" George asked, curious but not repentant.
"Not at all, it was a bit of a shock, that's all." Katy answered defiantly.
"And having to lick Jenny for an hour?"
"Well, it passed the time, and although I got a crick in my neck, she was pretty, and it was a new experience."
"Good, then we can have some fun. Let's go out and eat, I'm starving."
"Shouldn't I change and shower?"
"You're fine as you are."
"Can I at least wash Jenny's arousal juice off my face?"