Wells said nothing, he simply gazed steadily at her. Sam’s pussy was in an uproar, the muscles in it contracting and the dampness between her legs had become a flood, her panties soaking in her fluids. For the first time Sam looked at the crotch of Wells’ pants, trying to see if her nakedness was stimulating him. His pants were cut full, his legs were still crossed, and Sam felt frustration at not being able to tell if he was affected by her show of wantonness. “Am I going crazy?” she asked herself, “This is insane!”
Wells gestured nonchalantly at the dress, and Samantha swayed and wriggled the dress over her hips. When she stood, her hips thrust forward and she could smell her own aroma rising from her pussy. “My god, I want him,” she thought. All thought of Ron, her marriage, her career fled her in a cloud of lust.
“The panties,” Wells said. Slowly, teasingly, she slid the panties down her legs, and when they were around her ankles, she lifted one foot out of them, and kicked them away with the other. She drew her hands up past her pussy, over her taut breasts, and raised them above her head, gathering her hair in her hands and gathering it behind her head.
Wells gazed at her, drinking in her loveliness. “It’s too soon,” he thought, “she just thinks she’s giving in, but she’s not giving in to me, she’s giving in to her fantasy.” Wells stared at her, apparently unaffected by her nudity. “On your knees,” he commanded.
Sam knelt proudly before him, knowing her body was perfect, knowing she was desirable. She was right in front of him but his damned legs were crossed and she couldn’t detect any sing of hardness in his crotch. She looked from his crotch to his eyes and saw no trace of emotion.
Wells’ finger stabbed out at a button on the table, and a voice immediately responded to him from an overhead speaker. “Yes Mr. Wells.”
“Send Wilhelm in, I will buzz him through when he knocks.”
Sam looked up in panic. A stranger was coming in and she was naked! She reached for her dress and a harsh command from Wells froze her hand in midair. “Stop!”
“I did not tell you to cover yourself,” he said firmly, “Wilhelm is an old and trusted acquaintance.
A rush of rebellion flashed through Sam and she half rose to her feet. “I did not give you permission to rise!” he said.
Sam sat back down on her knees, her head hanging and tears of humiliation running down her cheeks.
A knock at the door was followed by a buzzing sound and a tall blonde man entered the room, the snick of the automatic lock sounding behind him. He walked directly to Wells without looking at Sam.
“Show Mrs. Gordon your cock Wilhelm,” Wells said casually. Sam looked up in horror as she heard Wilhelm’s zipper slide down. She felt rage rise within her until she met Well’s eyes. Everything about him commanded her to submit to his will, and in spite of her horror she felt the heat spread through her loins. She looked away first.
“Look at his cock Mrs. Gordon,” Wells ordered her.
Sam turned her head to gaze at Wilhelm’s swollen cock, and she gasped at its size. She had never seen a cock so huge, even in the porn movies Ron loved to watch. Sam was torn, her mind filled with revulsion, desire, and an involuntary lust that surprised her with its intensity.
“She still seems a little reluctant Wilhelm, put it in her hand,” Wells ordered. Wilhelm twisted Sam and dropped his trousers to the floor. His swollen monster was inches from her parted lips, and he reached down and lifted her small hand to the thick shaft. Sam’s fingers couldn’t quite touch her thumb.
Real heat flashed through Samantha’s entire body. Here she was, in strange surroundings, naked and on her knees before two handsome and powerful strangers. She was powerless to refuse them anything, and, strangely, she felt absolved of any guilt…what could she do but obey them? The huge cock throbbed in her hand and she began to salivate, her lips parting more. She waited for the order she knew would come soon. Her grip on Wilhelm tightened spastically.
“Suck it,” Wells commanded. Samantha’s head slipped forward and her lips covered Wilhelm’s swollen glands. Her other hand reached to grasp the thick flesh, and her seeking tongue sought entrance to the glans through the slit in the head. She felt it jerk when her tongue slid over the wrinkle of flesh beneath the head, and she returned to it instantly. Sam turned her eyes to Wells as she sucked, thrilling at the intense stare in them. Knowing he was watching made her feel sexual in a way she never had before. Her own body had become an instrument of pleasure for three people, she was free!
“More,” Wells commanded, “suck more of it into your mouth!”
Sam pushed down on the cock, her lips drawing it deeper into her mouth. She had learned to deep throat Ron after years of practice, but there was no way this thing would fit, it was just too big…but she could get more in. She shoved her head down, loving the taste and the feel of her mouth being stretched.
Wilhelm gasped as Sam enthusiastically swallowed his cock. Most women stopped before they had this much in their mouths, and Sam’s eagerness and effort stimulated him incredibly. With his hands on her head, he began to thrust into her mouth. Sam’s eyes widened as she took more of him into her mouth, and her pussy quivered in anticipation…she knew where this swollen man-flesh was going next and she craved it.
Sam reached for Wilhelm’s large ball sack, hefting the heavy balls and feeling them churning. They were swollen with cum and his male smell was driving her mad. She wanted him inside of her, but she was reluctant to take him out of her mouth, the fluid leaking from his cock was sweet, tasting almost like honeyed almonds.
“Take your time Mrs. Gordon, Wilhelm is good for more than one ejaculation in an evening,” Wells told her, “I have decided that I wish to see him cum in your mouth.”
Sam’s whole body shuddered at Wells’ words, hearing him speaking of what she desired had actually increased her desire for it, and she assaulted Wilhelm’s engorged prick with every trick and tactic she could remember.
“Ahhhh,” said Wells, “the slut in you comes out at last.” Sam lifted Wilhelm’s balls and licked at the perineum at the end of the seam of his ball sack, his asshole just past it. She nodded her head at Wells’ comment as her delicate tongue probed at Wilhelm’s anal opening. “So, you like being my slut do you?” he said softly. Sam nodded her head as her hand stroked the massive organ and her tongue continued its’ probing. “Say it!” Wells commanded in a strong voice that made her quiver again.
“I’m your slut,” Samantha said breathlessly, “I love being your slut.” She stopped what she was doing and turned to Wells, a pleading look on her face. “Really?” she asked, “are you really going to let him cum in my mouth?” Wells nodded. Samantha turned and gazed again at Wilhelm’s cock…and then she attacked. Every trick she knew, everything she had seen the sluts do in the movies, everything she’d ever heard whispered in girl’s locker rooms in her life, she did to Wilhelm’s cock. In the end he was overwhelmed, squeezing her nipples almost to the point of pain he pulled her head down on his swollen monster and he began to spew the scalding white viscous fluid into her sucking mouth. Her mouth flooded, Samantha began to scream around the liquid explosion, her orgasm so hard that her stomach began to cramp…and even that pain heightened the pleasure of her orgasm. When her orgasm subsided she was still sucking at the thick cream around the huge cock, splashing it out through her mouth and around the thick mass of flesh. Wilhelm’s cock never softened.
Samantha sat back on her heels panting, her hands still feverishly stroking the undiminished cock, her eyes wide in amazement. She felt of the heavy ball sack and knew there was more cum in them. Sam rubbed the head on her breasts as she wiped at the cum that had spurted through her nose. Her chest and arms covered with the overflow.
“Did you enjoy that Mrs. Gordon,” Wells asked her. Timidly, her hands still full of Wilhelm, Samantha nodded. She smiled inwardly as Wells uncrossed his legs, and she could see that his own cock was swollen and pushing his pants out. She knew she would have Wells inside her be
fore this night was over, but right now she had to find a way to get Wilhelm’s thickness inside her clenching pussy. At least, she hoped Wells would allow her to fuck Wilhelm.
“So Mrs. Gordon, do you think you would like to experience Wilhelm’s generous manhood in your delightful pussy?” Wells asked her. Even though she expected Wilhelm to fuck her she shivered with excitement at Wells’ words. She nodded. “Beg him for it Mrs. Gordon, tell him how badly you want his cock…and then tell him what you want him to do with it.”
Samantha nearly came again. Never, even with her lovers before her husband, had she come right out and told someone what she wanted done to her. Of course she had guided their hands, lips, fingers, tongue and cocks to where she wanted them, and she had encouraged them with the proper sighs and moans…but she had never baldly stated what she wanted in plain terms.
She stood facing Wilhelm, placed her hands on his shoulders and climbed his tall frame. He made no effort to help her. Hitching her hips up over his undiminished dick, she straddled it. Her labia spread to either side of it and the entire weight of her body rested on her clit…the firm contact made her convulse helplessly against his massive chest and her fingers contracted as she grabbed instinctively at his shoulders for balance.
Her hands encircled his thick neck and her legs locked behind the small of his back, lessening the weight suspended on his cock. Pulling herself upward she brought her mouth to his ear and nibbled at it, her rigid nipples stimulated by brushing against his starched white shirt.
“Fuck me Wilhelm,” she breathed, “I want you to stick that beautiful cock inside me and fuck me slow and deep.”
“You’re going to have to speak louder Mrs. Gordon,” Wells said, I cannot hear you.”
“I want your cock,” Samantha said in a louder voice, and her soaking wet clit, no longer supporting the weight of her entire body, began to rub frantically along the swollen member. “Stick it in me and fuck me Wilhelm,” she said. “I want you to stick that monster in me so far that I can feel it in my throat.” Surprised at the vehemence in her own voice, Sam began to gyrate wildly on Wilhelm, every part of her skin now an active and sensitive receptor. Even Wilhelm’s harsh breathing down the back of her neck was infuriatingly sexual.
Wilhelm knelt down, and she helped him as he removed his shirt, gasping as he revealed and unbelievably muscled chest and the most rigid six pack of abs she had ever seen. Her hands flew over him and her voice changed from demanding to pleading. There was nothing between them now, and each molecule of their flesh was a mass of raw sensation.
“I need you big cock inside me,” she plead. “Fuck my pussy Wilhelm! Fuck me!” Wilhelm put both hands on her breasts, and settled the huge glands against her clit, prodding at it. She felt the smoothness of it pressing between her pussy lips, and she writhed her midsection, trying to capture it and pull him inside her. She sobbed in frustration as his strength held the big head just outside the entrance to her sucking pussy.
Wilhelm had made love to many women, but none had ever tried his skills the way this green eyed, pearl wearing demon had. The delicate sucking of her pussy lips and the wet kiss of her clit on the sensitive head of his cock was almost more than he could bear. He had to hold himself rigid and concentrate on the ice and snow of the mountains he had climbed as a boy to keep from spilling his seed again.
Samantha whole world centered on the head of the huge cock now, nothing else existed for her. Raw excitement flooded her every nerve ending as she prepared herself to be split by the massive cock. The actual penetration was almost anticlimactic. Slowly, her soft lips were spread and Wilhelm was entering her, filling her slowly, each millimeter of penetration revealing new sensations in both their bodies. Sam’s arms and legs were flung wide, and she wriggled and hunched, drawing his cock inside her.
“No way,” she thought, “No way is this giant going to fit inside me.” Regardless of what her mind said, her body kept pulling him in. All too soon the swollen glands rested against her cervix, pushing at it. Sam trembled at first, wondering if there was any way to get this hard hot shaft of flesh into her womb…her hand slipped between them and curled around his cock. At least the width of her hand was still outside her convulsing pussy. Sam went berserk. Her last conscious thought as she imploded into a universe of ecstasy was that she must look like she was having an epileptic seizure.
Wells watched as Samantha Gordon flailed beneath Wilhelm on the floor. She was exciting to watch, more exciting than most. If her husband had not already paid him such a huge sum for this training session, he would gladly have done it for free. Wells International supported his lifestyle, but it was generally run by its board of directors, leaving him free to pursue his “hobby” as he liked to call it. He had pursued his knowledge of submissives in private institutes all over the world, from France to Sri Lanka, from Bangkok to Los Angeles. He had finally emerged as one of the top three experts in this arcane field of knowledge, and his services were greatly sought after. Idly, he wondered if he would have sex with this new subbie. A moment later he laughed at himself. Of course he was going to fuck her!
Samantha lay on the floor, bearing the weight of Wilhelm’s muscular body gladly. Idly, she stroked his longish blonde hair as she regained her breath. She looked up and saw Wells watching her. Warmth suffused her body as she watched him stare at every part of her that wasn’t covered by Wilhelm’s body. She smiled at Wells, a knowing, seductive smile that acknowledged his desire to see all of her. She pushed Wilhelm off of her, groaning regretfully as the flaccid member slipped from her grasping pussy. There was a new game for her to play.
When Wilhelm was rolled over onto his back, he came to and quickly dressed. At a nod from Harland Wells, he left the room without a word. Samantha ignored him, her sparkling green eyes were locked on Harland’s gray ones.
Wells walked to the wine table and picked up a hand towel from its position, wrapped around one of the ice filled wine coolers, and returned to his seat. His legs were positioned straight in front of him. He held up the towel and beckoned her to him.
Samantha placed her hands on the floor and began to rise.
“Not that way!” Harland said in a stern voice. Samantha looked at him oddly.
“On your knees.”
Samantha was thrilled at the words, though she couldn’t explain why. Prior to this insane event, if anyone had even hinted that she would participate in something even remotely resembling what she had gone through tonight she would have clawed their eyes out and spit on their pain ridden bodies. The only thing she knew right now was that she wanted, she had to please this man.
Never taking her eyes from his, she crawled on her hands and knees to sit at his feet.
Harland was excited at what he saw. Her ass wiggled invitingly as she crawled, very slowly and deliberately to him. Her firm breasts pointed downwards, barely shaking as she crawled. Her face was a picture of raw sexuality, and he could feel it at the base of his spine. She was a magnificent subbie.
He handed her the towel and she took it from him in her teeth, crawling back a couple of feet so he could see her better. Sam let the towel fall to her lap as she sat up and removed her three inch heels. The only other thing she had on was the cum spattered strand of pearls.
She lifted her hair back, more to put her proud breasts on display than to repair any damage to her hair do, and then started to rub down her entire body, starting with her face. Her forehead and cheeks still bore traces of Wilhelm’s cum, and she wiped them first. Dropping the towel, she removed the strand of pearls and sucked the cum off them slowly, keeping her eyes on him, and watching for signs of his approval. When the pearls were spotless, she put them back on.
Wells watched as she used the towel to dry herself, noting with pleasure that she carefully watched him. Lingering on a breast or thigh when he showed a particular interest in what she was showing. Wells had worked for years with women who couldn’t grasp the subtleties that seemed to come naturally to this woman.
When she had finally rubbed the towel over her dainty feet, he beckoned to her with his forefinger.
Samantha crawled slowly to him as she had before. When she reached him she asked permission only with her eyes, and he nodded. She lay her head in his lap, the hard length of him against her soft cheek. Wells hardened against the gentle pressure of her face.
Samantha had wondered if her pussy would ever tighten back up after being invaded by Wilhelm’s massive cock, but even now she could feel it contracting back into its normal shape. The contraction was expelling an enormous amount of cum from inside her and she surreptitiously mopped at it with the towel.
“Suck my cock Mrs. Gordon,” Wells instructed her. Sam unzipped his pants, and reached inside. She felt his hard member and her excitement welled up inside her…this cock was more the size she was used to, it was almost the same size as Ron’s. A brief pang of guilt passed quickly through her, and she pulled away from his cock.
“Suck it!” he commanded. Samantha swallowed this smaller cock without hesitation, the thick head passing her soft palate quickly and easily. Wells thrilled at the feeling of her throat encompassing his cock. She pulled her head up until only the tip remained in her mouth, and her dancing tongue swirled around the head and briefly explored the slit. With no warning at all she swooped down and her tight lips were encircling the base of his cock. She struggled to lap at his balls while her nose bumped against his pelvic bone.
Her throat muscles worked at his dick and she scratched and pulled at his pants. He stood, her head still thrusting up and down on the hard shaft, and dropped his pants around his ankles. Samantha was now free to caress and pull at his balls, and she enthusiastically hefted the orbs. She panted around his shaft; there was more cum here for her, and she suddenly needed it. She could still taste Wilhelm’s thick cum with its aftertaste of honeyed almonds, but there was no hint yet of what Wells would taste of.
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