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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.

Ron began to keep an eye on the books she read for pleasure, and the movies she watched. The final key to the puzzle had fallen into place when she had left her laptop on her desk when she went on one of her many dinner meetings. Ron was a Systems Analyst for a major telecommunications company, and computers were no mystery to him. With no small amount of guilt at the invasion of her privacy, he began to uncover the websites she had visited in the small hours of the morning when she was “working” at her desk.

He was not really surprised to find that the website she spent so much time on specialized in submissive videos. By the time he had watched several of them she had visited over several months time, he had established a pattern in her fantasies.

He had sought out Harland Wells because of his reputation and cultivated a relationship with him, and over time a plan had been developed. The price was rather steep, but the cost had been cut considerably by Harland’s corporate visit to Savannah. The results from the session were unbelievable.

“She is ready now Ron, to be introduced to her new master,” Wells told him, “but you should not come in till I call for you.” Ron had watched Samanthas’ entire performance behind a one way mirror. Ron smiled in anticipation. His training as a Master had taken place over the last year and a half over the internet.

Harland Wells strode into the room full of confidence and vitality. Samantha could feel it oozing from him. “What are you going to do when I’m gone Mrs. Gordon?” Samantha acted as if she didn’t really understand the question, but she was playing for time…she hadn’t begun to consider what would come next. She did know that there was no way she could go back to her normal life at this point. Sam hung her head reflectively, still in her submissive posture.

“I have decided to resolve your problem for you,” Wells said, “and fortunately for you, your new Master won’t require too great an adjustment to fit into your current life. Sam looked up at Wells as he produced a collar, a beautiful polished, black leather collar that would grace her slender throat and mark her as her owner’s personal property. In spite of her trepidation, (she was after all, a married woman, and a professional attorney) she was excited at the prospect of meeting her new Master. There was no question of refusing, Harland had ordered it. Once she had been collared, she was committed.

Harland stood and removed a black silk handkerchief from his coat pocket, then tied it tightly over her eyes. Samantha knelt in a more formal submissive posture, more erect. She was still on her knees, her hands behind her back, though her feet were crossed behind her and she was more erect. When the blindfold was tied, Harland beckoned Ron into the room. Wells spoke for the final time. “Mrs. Gordon, you are in the presence of your new Master. He is going to collar you and stake his claim to you, and henceforth you will obey his every command. You will only remove this collar with his permission.” Wells turned on his heel and left the room.

Samantha could hear her Master breathing, and her nipples hardened as she felt the collar being fastened on her neck. Her head moved forward as she sought contact with his fingers, but he eluded her. Her pussy, which she had dried off so carefully with the towel Wells had given her, began to drip and her excitement became unbearable. When the collar was fastened she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and a rustling as she smelled the male scent of an uncovered penis near her mouth. When the erect organ touched her lips she devoured it in a frenzy…and stopped…she knew this penis.

The blindfold was removed and she looked up into her husband’s face. Rage suffused her pretty face as she realized he had set this up and she began to rise to her feet. “I did not give you permission to rise,” Ron’s voice echoed with
command,
breaking her rage, giving her no choice but to submit to his will. “Suck it,” he commanded in the same tone.

“Yes Master,” Samantha Gordon said. She sucked at the intruding organ, and she didn’t stop until she felt her Master’s cum shooting wildly into her mouth. She came with him.

By Danica Williams

Copyright
©
2011 Danica Williams

This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.

All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.

There were six of them, all armed with AK-47’s and they were brutal. Their heads were covered with balaclavas, the kind you see on TV on the cop shows. All of the bank employees, mostly young women, were shoved into one corner of the big room. A handful of clients had been inside the bank when the group of men stormed in leaving chaos and fear in their wake. The thugs treated them roughly, shoving them into a tight group with the women. The leader barked an order and two of them grabbed the manager and dragged her into the main office. Another went to secure the entrance to the office where they had gathered the hostages. He then grabbed a slender blonde with large breasts and yanked her from the hostage group, holding her up against himself as he moved away. The remaining thugs kept their assault rifles leveled at the rest of the hostages.

The blonde girl was sobbing hysterically, and the leader slapped her face, rocking her head back. He told her bluntly to shut up. He looked her over carefully, and then ripped her blouse open, tearing her bra in the process and leaving her breasts bared to his gaze. He pulled her to him, pawing one pale, full breast as he spoke for the first time to the hostages.

“Nobody moves!” he commanded. “If all goes well and nobody does anything stupid we will be out of here in just a few minutes and nobody will get hurt.” He started to speak and was interrupted by a call from the masked figure by the front door. “Shit, it’s a cop!” He raised his weapon and fired a burst through the door, sending the police officer running for cover.

He looked out the window, using the sobbing blonde as a shield, and could see what looked like twenty police cars outside surrounding the building. A single phone rang and after a minute or so, dragging the blonde along with him, he crossed over to it and answered. He spoke with them very briefly and slammed the phone down. The blonde became hysterical as he dragged her to the door. When he reached it, he pushed her through the glass. She fell to her knees with glass cuts all over her…and he shot her in the back of the head.

One of the hostages had remained calm and patient. He had seen such men before many times, and he hoped that everyone else would remain calm until the thugs could take what they wanted and leave. When the leader ripped the blonde’s blouse, he feared for the worst. But he knew perfectly well what was coming after the girl was killed. There was no longer any time left for patience. He had to act.

Only a few moments passed before the hostages began leaving the building, women first, their hands in the air. The first officer to reach a hostage received a strange and garbled message. “He’s in there,” she said, “and
they
are all dead.”