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 before 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.