Samantha’s Transformation

The whore

Hellbent to meet my deadline, I sat hunched over the papers at my desk. A million details raced through my mind before I finally noticed the click-clack of your heals as you walked into my doorway.

I looked up and my mouthed dropped open at the faire sight before my eyes. There before me was a true vision of sultry, sexy beauty as you stood in a Betty Page-type pose with your back against the doorframe. One foot propped high up against the opposite doorframe vividly displayed the shiny, sleek and sexy source of the sharp click-clack from your feet. Hot buttered leather wrapped around your scented foot that was clad in a sheen of sensual silk.

I continued to drink in your lush shape as I followed your stockinged leg over your sexy calf, up your scrumptious thigh to the bottom of your fur coat. The fur shimmered in the light as you held it tightly wrapped around you hiding your delights. I opened my mouth but fell silent as you put a single finger to your lips. Moving towards me, you let your black gloved hands unclench the fur as it falls open to reveal what sweet, wet dreams are made of. Black lace, smooth heated silks, ever so lightly lay upon your skin moving in silent waves with every flexation of your body as you walk forward to me. One foot in front of the other like a runway model, your head cast down and your eyes drawn up in the most sultry stare you could give.

It was like watching a prelude to a dirty movie in slow motion never wanting the vision to end. Your hands came to rest upon the front edge of my desk as you leaned over, pushing your elbows together to in turn push you heavy tits forward in preeminence. My mouth salivated at the wonderful sweet cleavage before me and my cock strained inside my trousers.

……..push you heavy tits forward in prominence. My mouth salivated at the wonderful sweet cleavage before me and my cock strained inside my trousers.

I was thoroughly enjoying all of this beauty but slightly apprehensive as to who you were and what you where you came from. I don’t remember ordering you but then I often booked whores in advance from the downtown escort service that you must be one of them and I simply forgot. Unusual though was that I never had them come to the office nor were they so “high society” looking. Usually gold glitter tube tops and bubblegum pink miniskirts. You know, kinda gawky, gum-chewing inexperienced sluts. They figured all they needed was their young, tight bodies to give you the ultimate sex. No technique. But you seemed on a different level… What you lacked in age you more than made up for in your mature, sexy attitude in the way you carried yourself. So sensual, alluring and lustful like a hot, mature woman in the heat of sexual prime. I looked up into your eyes and felt flush with excitement noticing how beautifully they were painted. Thick, lush lashes reached for my lips and a rainbow of colors were upon the soft lids w/just a hint of sparkle.

I looked down your face to your blush and perfect lips. Oh, those succulent lips that seemed ready to drip their wetness before me. I wanted them wrapped around my gorged cock! I reached up to touch your cheek and your eyes slowly closed as a heated exhale escaped you, your lips slightly parting. Your skin was smooth against the backside of my fingers as I grazed them downward. I stroked your skin again relishing the effect my touch had upon you.

Your eyes opened and you leaned forward to kiss me almost as a thank you for acceptance for finding you a sexy and attractive creature. I’m sure many found you to be just that. Backing away you stood in front of my desk looking about for a source of music. After flicking the switch to my stereo, a smoky jazz tune filled the air as you began to sway your hips. I had a full frontal view relishing your form in all its glory. Such a find you must have been for the escort service being a very shapely woman of mature years. Quite a lucrative addition you must be to their stable of women, why had I never seen you there before? The show progressed with many slinky moves possessed by a true talent of the striptease, reminiscent of the days of burlesque. Steamy to say the least!


THE SLAVE

Once again we are in the walled garden and all is as it was previously described with a few minor differences. It is the next evening and once again your are adorned with the white silk and the slave chains. You have been tethered via the collar to a ring set into the marble of the perfumed fountain. Tethered in such a way that your hands are able to reach your breast but no further down your body. You are able to sit, stand, kneel, and squat. Displayed around you but just out of reach are all your favorite vibrators, and dildoes. Your honey tipped is just inches away from your straining legs. I have thought of that. You will not be able to lay down and stretch your legs in order to retrieve one of your toys. Do you want the Black Mamba, standing so tall and thick. Or perhaps the purple double penetrator? The orgy is in full swing but your are not able to participate due to your restraints. In fact, all my guest have strict orders to totally ignore your prescience. You will experience all the sights, sounds, and.smells.You are able to see cocks penetrating pussies and asses and mouths. You can hear the moans of pleasure as woman after woman is used. You can observe the thick, hot gouts of male sperm as it jets from their throbbing manhood to splash on the breast, faces and buttocks of their female partners. Women will stroll past you with the cum of their most recent encounter dripping or drying on their thighs and bellies. But your are unable to participate. No one will heed your cries, your pleas for the release you need go unanswered, you are not even able to give yourself the climax you desire. Couples will fuck, lick and suck each other into that state of euphoria that you want so desperately to share. They will do this within a few feet of you. But for them you do not exist this night. All your needs will be taken care of. All save one, the one you desire most in all the world. That need I alone shall satisfy upon my return.

Samantha’s need for orgasm grew painful and her rolling eyes revealed she was losing all control. Her nipples had been stretched to a grotesque length by her hands, but to no avail, for her throbbing burning starved pussy could not reach release. She started moaning then blabbering obscenities; losing all control she urinated and defecated on the floor…she had lost her sanity and become a cock-starved demented slut.

THE LADY
It is now time for Rebecca to bid us farewell as she is due back at work. She asks whether she can leave her Basque and seamed stockings on. And I agree provided we can see her later and that she spends the night with us.
She agrees, puts on her blouse, suit and stilettos and trots out of the house.

I know you want some cock as three hours is a very long time between fucks for a slut, but decide that you must wait a little longer. I know the fierce dildoing that Rebecca gave you in pussy and anus has heightened your desire even more, and I’m certain that pretty soon you’ll be begging for cock.
All of a sudden I look out of the window and notice a figure moving around. It’s the pool boy, a tall young man of about 20 who is tending to the swimming pool.
“Now there’s an idea,” I thought.

“Right Samantha. See the young man outside. Well you’re going to offer yourself on a plate to him. I want you to chat him up and bring him back in here to fuck him whilst I videotape the pair of you. That’s your task.”
You are still dressed in your clingy dress which barely covers your seamed stocking tops and your stilettos and a total absence of any other underwear as you totter out to the pool.


I wish I were able to hear your conversation as the pool boy looks you up and down lustily but decide I must remain inside. I am watching you talking and gauging his reaction.
You see everything’s not entirely above board – I arranged for the young man to come over and he’s not really a pool maintenance man at all – he’s a friend of a friend of a friend of Rebecca’s and is apparently very well endowed. And I’ve instructed him to play hard to get.

I can see you having to resort to flashing your pussy at him, but it’s a good ten minutes until he agrees to come inside. I just know that you are like a bitch on heat, almost desperate for cock, and will be so much more horny because of it.
You introduce him as Luigi. Sit him down on the sofa and disappear to fix the three of us a drink.