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.
Wells couldn’t believe the sensations Samantha Gordon’s sucking mouth and throat were sending through his penis. He had been serviced by some of the most sophisticated courtesans in the world, but this woman had something indefinably different. His control was legendary in some circles, but Samantha was forcing him to cum after only moments of activity.
She felt the tremor first in the ballsack she held in her small hand. The orbs began to jerk inside their skin sack and she felt the base of his cock harden spasmodically. The rush of his cum spilling into her throat surprised her, and she gulped reflexively at the flow. He tasted of nothing at all, but the warmth pleased her and the consistency was soothing. Samantha left the swollen member in her throat as he emptied himself.
Wells slumped forward in total satisfaction as she sucked the remnants of his sperm from his softening cock. He ran his hands across the bare skin of her back, and reached underneath her to caress her small perfect breasts. When his hand wandered southwards, her hips jerked at the touch of his fingers on her clit. Surprised at her reaction after such a vigorous sexual encounter, his middle finger explored further and encountered the throbbing rim of her anus. Samantha’s reaction to the exploration both fascinated and excited him.
She felt his finger at the rosebud of her ass and she froze, not even breathing. Samantha Gordon had never allowed the thought of anal sex to pass through the portals of her brain. It was dirty, both morally and sanitarily…wasn’t it? It was forbidden, taboo, beyond the constraints of her society…and suddenly she wanted a hard cock in that orifice desperately. Without thinking at all she thrust her hips downwards on the probing digit, swallowing it to the first knuckle and squeezing it. A loud moan escaped her lips, and she tore her mouth from his semi hard cock. “Please,” she begged, “fuck my ass!” Her whole body throbbed.
Wells said nothing, he simply sat there stunned. The stigma against anal sex in society is strong, despite its presence in porn movies, and one of the most difficult taboos to break for most people. Samantha Gordon sobbed and forced her rim down until his entire finger was buried in her ass. She shook with desire.
Wells stood and pushed Samantha’s upper body onto the seat of the chair. Her ass, suddenly empty of the intruding finger, seemed literally to be gasping to be filled. He pushed the head of his newly swollen cock against the flexing rosebud and slid in as easily as it had into her mouth earlier. Samantha’s mouth opened in a silent scream, not of pain, but of shear excitement as she felt him penetrate her virgin anus. Gripping the seat of the chair she slammed her hips back against his engorged cock, burying it in her ass. The resulting pleasure was so intense she thought she might cum.
Harland Wells thrust mightily into her ass, and held it in deep as he removed his coat and tie. When he was fully naked, he reached for her waist and began to pound into her ass.
“Oh my god,” Samantha cried, “that’s it, fuck my ass.” Her hands gripped the seat of the chair, her breasts swinging with each stroke. “More!” Sam sobbed, “I’ll do anything you want, anything, just cum in my ass!” Wells slammed into her rhythmically. “Shoot it in me, cum in my ass, I need your cum!” Sam was moaning hysterically, her voice rising, and on her final word she squeezed the muscles of her anus as hard as she could. When Wells felt the squeeze, he began to spray the inside of her colon with scalding sperm. Sam felt as if her head was coming apart and she screamed her pleasure loud and long.
She lay senseless on the floor as Wells dressed himself. He dropped another towel on the floor beside her, and she groped ineffectively at his pants leg as he stepped away from her.
Eventually she sat up and began to wipe herself off with the towel he had dropped. She didn’t try to dress herself, Harland Wells had not given her permission to dress. Sam sat quietly on her knees, her hand demurely on her thighs…waiting for his return.
“I’m telling you Ron, in twenty five years of research I have never seen anything like it. She has completely turned; the only thing she isn’t doing is calling me master…which I haven’t asked her to do. “That’s something that should only be demanded by her true master Ron,” he cautioned.
They had met online two years before in a chat room. Ron had felt that he was losing Samantha to the demanding attorneys’ world she worked in. Increasingly she had seemed to spurn his requests for her time, and responded to the demands of her firm’s owner. He watched her as she meticulously obeyed the orders of people above her in the chain, and delighted in the demands of judges and other people in positions of authority.