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7:49am, Sydney Time: Kyle gazed at Janice's naked butt and watched as her swinging tail left the cabin with her parting words... He still couldn't get over how the last thirty hours or so had changed his life. As his wallet was lighter, and the reason being a still a bit suspect in his motives, he was not entirely sure it was for the better. He shook his head to clear it of the post coitus fugg, and tipped himself off the wrecked bed onto his feet with a wince.

He looked down at his sheath, and noticed it was rather swollen and flushed. It wasn't its contents either. He shook his head, and gently parted his flesh, rolling it back until his glans showed. "Too much, too much...what with all the self-action, and then the real thing finally happening... I will have to get her to take it more slowly next time...if there is a next time soon," he muttered to himself, as he confirmed there was no visible damage.

He bent and pulled his pants on gingerly, followed by his trousers. He reached for his crumpled shirt, trying to smooth some of the creases out of it. His tie was a write-off; there was no way the knot was coming undone from where it was wrenched tight in Janice's initial capture of him. "Just have to hope they don't want to debrief us straight away..." he muttered as he walked slowly out into the cabin. His nose wrinkled at the smell of cooking veal.

"Janice! We can't stomach veal for breakfast darling!" he called, as he headed towards the kitchen. Janice was bent over looking through the fridge, her tail still penduluming invitingly, revealing tantalising glimpses of pink every now and again. Kyle winced as his member tried to rise again to his eyes, signal urges.

Janice turned with a pack of bacon, and passed him some eggs. "The bitch in the cockpit has been cooking, and has not cleared up. Leaving it to me again...Well she can fuck herself! She wants to cook up shit for her and her shag puppy, well she can bloody get rid of the mess herself, or explain it to the ground crews. Me, I fancy a bit of bacon after my salty sausage a few minutes ago," she winked salaciously at Kyle who blushed. "Would that suit you to darling?"

Kyle tried to stop his impending erection, by imagining Joe waving his in front of him..."Ahem, yes darling, let's get it cooked up, and then we need to talk. I feel that before you decide on me, you need to know a few things about me... I have not exactly had a conventional childhood."

Janice turned and spat in the sink, "And I have? Trust me Kyle, nothing about your history could touch mine, so you haven't anything to worry about if you think it will put me off. That bastard who is on his way back to the UK has left me no real options other than you, and you know it. If you can help me keep our lovechild, and will wait for me when I am taken off the plane...Then I couldn't give a flying fuck what has happened to you, short of you being some sort of convicted pervert!"

Kyle shook his head, holding up his hands in denial. "No nothing like that. It is just that I have no real idea about who I am, and that could affect any of OUR future offspring," Kyle couldn't believe how cold she was being towards him. He knew for time being he was going to be used by her, but he was hoping that it would develop into something more loving in the future. He knew in his heart that he had already fallen for her.

"Well in that case, you may as well tell me what you do know. That cock of yours is a fair size and is too good to waste. You have me and my body at least until my child is one, so I will be taking advantage of you...We will see what happens after that then. Now, you try and salvage a frying pan for the eggs, and I will stick this bacon under the grill, and we can talk as we eat. I imagine it won't be long before we land, and then I will be taken away to whatever hellhole they have planned for me until they decide what to do." She turned, and threw the switches on the grill onto high, and started laying the pre-pack out onto the safety covered pan.

Kyle grabbed one of the greasy skillets, and unrolled some paper from the cleaning roll, wiping the worst if the meat juices out, before placing it on a ring with a splash of oil. "You want yours runny or hard?" he asked as Janice slipped the pan under the grills elements.

"Runny, always runny... I only eat sausages hard!" she grinned at him as he blushed. She looked down and noticed a tent appearing in his pants. "Fucking hell Kyle, you were a fucking virgin, and from the very weak taste you had recently milked yourself as well. You can't be ready again!"

"I...I...I am afraid I had plenty of solo experience, so my recoil is fairly quick," he shrugged again, blushing. "But no, I am sore and tired. Much as I would like to, I would have to say no this time."

Janice nodded, and pointed at the haze of smoke forming over the skillet. "Better get them eggs in before the alarm goes off, the pan is overheating."

"Shit!" Kyle cursed, and cracked the eggs into the pan, then shook his hands and jumped back as they exploded into a mist of spitting fat. Janice reached over and pulled the skillet from the heat, shaking her head, and threw the extractor on full, to try and curtail the detectors from going off.

"You live alone, and you can't cook an egg?" she admonished him.

"Take outs," Kyle muttered as he ran his hands under the cold water tap.

"Fuck it, bloody males! Looks like you have some training to do before you are ready to be a housemate!" Janice said, and started to ladle the spitting oil over the yolks, basting the albumen until it went misty. "Get a couple of plates, they are ready, and so is the bacon."

Kyle claimed the last two plates from the storage rack quickly, and placed them on the work surface. Janice flipped the eggs out onto the plates with a practiced hand, and split the bacon equally between the two of them. She grabbed a couple of tubes of sauce, and walked, still naked past Kyle, brushing her tail against his crotch as she passed. Kyle grabbed his plate, and sat opposite her, where she had parked herself at the conference table.

They quickly ate the cooked breakfast, and then Janice made a point of leaning across the table, and licked sensuously at the egg that was evident on Kyle's muzzle. Kyle turned the attention into a kiss, as like all females, she had managed to stay completely egg free!

"Now darling, before we start descending, or get carried away again, what were you going to tell me?" Janice said, as she broke the snog and stood, planting herself in the damaged recliner, but leaving her legs uncrossed so as to try and distract the flustered innocent that she was now stuck with.

Kyle tried to avert his eyes, and gave up. He stood and moved over to the couch, undoing his belt and slipping his trousers and pants free of the pressure that was being applied to them, but not dropping them to the floor. He blushed as Janice half smiled in amusement, knowing that he was being played for the fool, but not having any choice in the matter. Sitting, he made sure that he was arranged that should Joe or Gwen come out of the cockpit, he could cover his embarrassment quickly.

"Ahem. Well where to start I suppose..." he winced as his cock refused to co-operate, and slipped free of his swollen sheath fully. Janice grinned then, and made a point of licking some imaginary meat juices from her claw tips.

"I...I am as far as I know an orphan. I was found as an abandoned baby in a Chinese/Russian village in Heilongjiang province in North East China. As far as I was able to find out, I have no idea who my parents are, nor who it was that found me. My records at the time only state that I was close to death, premature and suffering from malnutrition. As you can see, I seem to have grown up healthily, and passed all my medicals to become a pilot... However I do have that spectre, as to if there is anything hidden in my genetics." He shrugged his shoulders, and looked closely at Janice, who just shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, you certainly inherited that tool from somewhere, so you have at least one positive asset," she gestured at his waving shaft. "As for your genetics; well that is something I couldn't give a fuck about as long as you don't keel over before Ruth and I's child arrives. After all, you may be putting a ring on my finger, but I am only acting as your fuck-buddy in order to keep what is mine, until he comes back to me. Then you can go fuck yourself as far as I am concerned!" She finished harshly.

Kyle shook his head, getting more than a little angry now at her attitude, but his cock betrayed his inner feelings to the world, by failing to deflate. "Well I only felt it was fair to tell you...I still aim to change your attitude when it finally sinks into your thick skull that Ruth would be quite happy if I walked from here and transferred to a different airline, leaving you high and dry. No career, no mate, and no bastard child!" He shouted, watching as her face started to show some uncertainty.

"Now shut your face bitch, it is time to realise that sometimes a parent...even one for a limited time is better than none!" He calmed himself, muttering a Chinese mantra under his breath before beginning again.

"The authorities dumped me in an orphanage in Beijing. I was one of the only males in there, because as you know it's usually the females that are dumped in China, because of the one child per couple law. My surname was gifted to me as Dang, which means political party as I was declared property of the nation at the time. My given names were Rui Kai. I was treated as a piece of animate flesh, from the point of discovery, to the point I was adopted by the Harrison family.

"The Harrison's, well they are an odd couple. Don't get me wrong, I love them in my own way, but they, as you can gather from the name are not Chinese...or Russian. They found me when I was one year old in the orphanage. They were well into their late thirties and having tried everything on the fertility lines, gave up and went for adoption as their last chance for happiness. Yup that's me the last chance of a desperate couple... No ties, no known family, and not even Chinese, so I would fit in appearance wise with them. They passed me off as their own, and adapted my Chinese name tag to Kyle, as I was responding to Kai by then." He paused, thinking back in reflection to his early years that he could remember. Janice just looked bored, and started to fidget, her hands creeping towards her sex...

Kyle tried to ignore her nonchalance, and swallowed hard as her hands reached her groin, and she started circling her still pink and inviting lips... "They sent me to European schools, but my origins leaked, and I was bullied mercilessly as a commie half-breed that no one wanted, and that my adopted parents just wanted me as a trophy to parade in front of their immigrant friends. When I hit my teens, it started to get to me and ended up in depression therapy, for all the good it did me. All the therapists discovered was that it was my unresolvable gap in my past history, was causing it!" He shook his head, as Janice slipped her fingers into the top of her slit, and grinned at him. His knot was beginning to swell inside his tender sheath flesh.

"To give my surrogate parents their due, when I turned eighteen and enrolled in pilot training, they risked themselves and commissioned an illegal organisation to try and find out what they could for me, as a home leaving present... Two years later, and diddly squat has come of it. It seems that when my true parents dumped me, they did a good job of it!" Janice was watching him and moaning, as she was pulling strings of his cum from her sex in front of him...the cabin air was becoming as close as his sheath was to his shaft!

"Well that's me... The Russian Chinese mongrel, who happens to still be a full blood breed, so they can at least look for a matched pair as my parents." His crotch was aching now, and he knew another eruption was unavoidable. "Now you inattentive, inconsiderate bitch, it is time for me to teach you a lesson in paying attention to me. I am determined now to make this relationship work..."

Kyle stood quickly, hitching his pants and trousers loosely around his waist with his belt. He grabbed Janice out of the recliner and threw her over his shoulder with a screech and carried her into the cabin, throwing her on the bed with a bounce. Kicking the door closed behind him, he stepped out of his clothes again, and turned and grinned at the flustered retriever. "Time for another lesson in humility my darling..." he said and launched himself onto the grinning retriever as the cabin's seat-belt lights chimed on, and Joe's voice came on over the P.A saying they were on descent...

****

"Everything is secure?" Joe asked, as Gwen re-entered the cockpit.

"All set, I've replaced all the used pans and plates into the dirty cupboard. In case you're interested, Kyle and Janice are at it again," she confirmed.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Joe queried.

"I've always wanted to have sex while landing a jet," Gwen growled.

Joe imagined himself having a massive nosebleed while trying to hold back the nauseous feeling of death.

"Gwen, what the fuck is up with you?"

Gwen reached forward, pulled the lever to reposition Joe's seat backwards and kneeled in front of him with her eyes level to his.

"We should be performing an ILS approach into runway thirty four left as requested by the tower." Gwen twiddled her finger and undid Joe's zipper, causing Joe's penis to pop out of its sheath and into the outside world in less than a second's time. "Also, the Gulfstream G650 has a CAT III Auto-land system," Gwen reassured in a seductive tone.

"I love it when a bitch gets technical. What does all this mean?" Joe teased, as he was fully mesmerised from his testosterone driven instincts.

"The plane can land itself automatically you dumbass! But don't you are touch the control column. Otherwise you kill the autopilot." Gwen reached up her skirt and pulled down her thong in a rhythmic manner, before stepping out of it with her high heels.

"What if ATC talks to us? We can't talk to them half moaning!" Joe challenged as he undid his seatbelt and shoulder harness.

Gwen turned to face the window as she lifted her skirt and parked her buttocks against Joe's chest. She gripped the Border collie's full member and guided her hole towards the familiar meat package. "You're less of a moaner than I am, you can do that for me. Besides, you're wearing the headset right now." Gwen gave a slight gasp as her tunnel became fully obstructed by the oversized freight truck.

Joe pulled the shoulder harness and re-secured the two of them together for a safer 'ride'. "I guess someone tied us up. We'll need to try and break free of each other."

****

Kyle licked his lips as he focussed his full view on Janice's golden entrance. He was desperate to plunge his meat back into her tight hole, yet his taste-buds insisted on having some desert after his bacon and eggs. Janice gave her apprentice a devilish grin as he dug his tongue through her golden curtains. Within an instant, the husky's face turned sour and he desperately scrape licked the remains of the torn duvets.

"Fuck! I just tasted my own semen!" He gagged.

Janice rolled her eyes and pointed her finger at her open hole, waiting for him to take action. Kyle returned to his feral wolf instincts as he made a violent leap at his prey. Janice gave a submissive gasp as she felt herself being torn apart within a matter of seconds. Her inability to scream brought back her fears as she started to recall the feeling of confinement from being knocked out.

Her level of fear was slowly translated to ecstasy as her heart struggled to break free from her ribcage. Janice took a quick glance at the husky who appeared to have lost all sense of self-control. His eyes were wide open, showing his full dominance as he pounded away at his bitch with no mercy.

"You perverted son of an ass," gasped Janice, worrying about her own safety from his feral meltdown.

Kyle dug his canines into the bitch's neck, ensuring that she will not break free while attempting to impregnate her. With one final thrust he blew his load and had a mutual conclusion, with her canal gripping tightly against his member to milk every bit of seed from his manhood. Kyle began to regain his composure as his brain started to register his local surroundings again. He could recognise Janice's satisfaction through her facial expressions, but her open wound on her neck only brought guilt from the sinful act.

"What have I done?" Kyle whispered, realising he had broken his promise to his insecure 'lover'.

****

Gwen secured the suction cups onto the cockpit window as she settled on Joe's cock, with the intent of sending their new British friends a special video clip.

"You don't need to keep staring at the camera you dumbass," Gwen teased as she hit the record button.

"I still can't believe you've talked me into this. You think Ruth and his wife will enjoy this?"

"Well I hope they'll fuck each other to this shit."

Joe reached around her and unbuttoned his fiancée's shirt and found her two soft cushions. He nipped nimbly at her bra fastening with his teeth, and carefully peeled off her cups, starting to rub her erect nipples. Gwen gave a little sigh of relief, enjoying the attention she was getting from her lover. "Soon you'll be lactating" Joe commented. He felt a gentle bump to his shin, something he became used to when caressing the Collie's breasts. Gwen's foot kept twitching uncontrollably from being rubbed at her pleasure point.

"You see this Ruth? This is how you fly across the fucking sky! This is how a bitch lands a mother fucking jet!" she grinned. Joe rolled his eyes at her comment which resembled dialogue from a cheap internet porn video.

Gwen reached and readjusted the auto-throttles to slow the plane down to landing speed and turned on the AC packs from the overhead panel. As the AC valves began recirculating the flow of air throughout the aircraft, the undeniable scent of semen and vaginal fluids returned to the confined spaces of the cockpit. Gwen took a good sniff at her passengers' scent of arousal, wetting her own cunt and Joe's fur. Pushing down on the arm rest, she lifted herself up and settled gently onto Joe's thighs. Joe closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, only to be disturbed by a white noise from the overhead speakers.

"To Go seven X-Ray, do you copy?"

Joe took a deep breath to control his own excitement. "To Go seven X-Ray, Negative."

"To Go seven X-Ray turn left heading 358, descend and maintain 1600 feet. Cleared for the ILS approach into runway 34 Left. Contact tower when established on the localiser."

'Fuck! This is going to be hard!' Joe thought, knowing he had to repeat the long transmission.

"You do the talking, I'll do the flying," Gwen moaned, as she readjusted the autopilot for the new instructions.

Joe tried to focus his attention away from his 'Captain' and repeated the transmission.

"Descend and maintain 1600 feet, turn left heading 358. Cleared for the ILS into runway 34 Left. Contact tower when established on the localiser. To Go seven X-Ray." Joe exhaled a sigh of relief and closed his eyes to savour his special mile high club privileges.

He focussed on the tight passage his penis was lodged in, the pain from the unusual position he became used to slowly turning to pleasure. He thought of his last trip to Honolulu where Gwen rode his cock on a full moon's night at the beach. He ignored the comments Gwen made into the microphone of his headset; that was not relevant to any of his memories. Her moans kept getting louder by each thrust, moving faster and faster by the second. Joe began to notice people watching them discreetly, trying to hide their intentions by diverting their attention to the full moon. Pressure began building up in Joe's groin area. The pressure continued to accumulate within his body until it reached a maximum turning point. Joe released his seed into Gwen's already pregnant...

*THUD*

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Joe roared as he was rudely interrupted from his comfort zone. He began to regain his situation awareness and pulled the reverse thrust levers and the engine began to roar back to life, slowing the speeding plane down the runway. Gwen was sandwiched by Joe and her shoulder restraint as they were thrown forward from the plane's deceleration. She focussed her full attention on the airspeed indicator and slammed open the reverse thrust levers when the indicator hit 60 knots. Gwen hit the stop button on the camera and stopped the recording.

'BEEP BEEP BEEP.'

Joe grabbed his mobile phone from his briefcase and read the message it had received.

'These are your instructions:

1) Taxi the plane to the VIP ramp as you normally would. Janice will be detained and sent on a limousine which will take her to 3-8 months of mental rehab and therapy. 2) DO NOT open the cabin door unless you have been instructed to by the ground crew. 3) Once Janice has been successfully transferred onto the limo, Captain Andrew Baskar, Captain William Hasting and I will board the plane. 4) DO NOT leave the aeroplane until we reach the maintenance hangar. 5) From the maintenance hangar, you are to follow my instructions. You will then be transferred onto a shuttle bus, which will take you to the company's training centre for further interrogation.

Sincerely

John James'

Joe grabbed the tiller from Gwen's grip and showed her the disturbing message from J.J in flight-ops...