Wolf's Clothing Ch. 03byToughLiberalism©
But by this time Campbell was losing the power of coherent thought. He could focus only on the warm, wet heaven of female mouth and tongue, the delightful vision of tousled locks bobbing up and down over his loins and the exquisite sensation of control a man feels when he has a bound woman kneeling before him, putting all her efforts into making him come. He felt his seed boiling up inside him and he gripped Alice's hair once more, holding her firmly in place to see things through to their conclusion. 'Get ready,' he warned her between gasps. 'I've had enough of your spitting for one night. This time you're going to swallow!'
Campbell had no desire to pull out and spray his load on her face, spectacular though it might look to an observer. Instead he kept his cock buried in Alice's captive mouth until his groans became a shout, his hips bucked and his muscles contracted, expelling his first dose of seed straight down her throat. But his climax was so strong that there were several more spurts before he was done, each one only slightly less powerful than its predecessor. He maintained his grip on her hair to the last, allowing her no respite and forcing her to take every drop of his juices, sensing the pull of her throat muscles each time she swallowed. Impressively, she did not spill a single drop, but kept her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft until his orgasm was finally over. As his cock began to soften, he told her to finish off the job, and he felt her tongue go to work once more, licking him clean like the perfect slave she was learning to be. Only when she had done things properly did he withdraw, pulling his now limp cock from her mouth while she looked up at him with satisfaction at a job well done.
As soon as he had recovered his breath, he tucked his cock back inside his trousers and pulled Alice to her feet once more, before sitting her down again in one of the chairs and fastening her safety buckle. 'I'm planning to get some sleep,' he told her. 'I'd hate to think that my prisoner would take that as an opportunity to harm me. I'd better make sure she's properly restrained.'
Campbell pulled Alice's bound wrists above her head once more, retrieved the rope used earlier by The Postman, and used it once again to attach her arms to the back of the seat. This time he left her ankles free. Once again he took the seat next to her, then leaned in and cupped her breasts, stroking each one gently in turn.
'I wonder if the pilot enjoyed the show,' he teased, mocking her earlier enthusiasm and enjoying the reddening of her face. 'I hope I was manly enough for you. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that you enjoyed acting the part of the abused victim.'
To prove his point, he reached between Alice's legs and found her sex decidedly wet, enjoying her aroused gasp as he did so. For a few seconds he ran his finger over her clit until she was moaning with excitement, then he withdrew it and wiped her juices on one of her breasts. 'Sorry, pet,' he whispered in her ear, 'But slave girls don't get to come, especially not trainee ones.'
Ignoring her whine of protest, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the comfortable headrest. 'Bastard!' he heard her say, but surprisingly enough she fell asleep before him, no doubt exhausted by her ordeal.
Within a few minutes Campbell was sleeping alongside her, getting some much-needed rest. Meanwhile the plane flew on into the night, taking its two passengers to an unknown destination and a very uncertain future.