“Show me your breasts, Mrs. Gordon.”
Sam turned and stood erect, her legs spread apart, and she reached slowly for the spaghetti straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. She peeled the dress down, relieving the pressure against the sensitive nipples and exposing her small, perfectly formed breasts. Another thrill coursed through her and she gasped at the sharpness of it. She was shamelessly thrusting her naked breasts out for this gorgeous man to see…she, who would normally have put on a sweater to hide the fact that they were hard from the guys at the office!
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.