Laurence cums and goes

Samantha would have cried out in surprise, or in pleasure, at the sudden explosion of cum. But as she opened her mouth to do so she was abruptly silenced. The cause of it was, obviously, one of Laurence’s wads of cum. Samantha struggled to swallow the hot, immensely sticky mouthful. And when she succeeded, other ropes of cum had already started to pile onto her face. It wasn’t as if she had a mirror, and even if she had Laurence’s first volley of semen had glued her eyes shut, but Samantha was quite sure that a lot of her face had already been obscured by the warm white spunk that was clinging to her skin.

This indeed turned out to be the case. In Laurence's eyes, it seemed as if Samantha was doing an impression of a wax statue being left out in a hot day. Most of her facial features had disappeared behind a layer of his cum. It tended to slide down to land on her outthrust knockers, or hang from her chin or jawline in long ropes. But more was always being added to the alchemist’s mask of semen as it continued to fire from the servant’s distended cumslit.

‘Can’t forget about your tits!’ Laurence growled, mostly to himself, his voice barely rising above the sound of fat globs of spunk raining down on Samantha’s face.

Because of all the seed that had already slipped down Samantha’s chin her chest had ended up being glazed with a fair amount of the sticky white stuff already. But not enough for Laurence, apparently. Samantha heard a strained grunt leave the servant’s lips, and she could feel him move closer. A moment later she felt his hand on her shoulder while the hot tip of his monstercock slid between her breasts. Apparently the young man had managed to fight back the waves of jizz that had been coming from his balls from a few seconds. But now? Now Laurence decided to let it all out again with a deep, dark growl.

Samantha opened her mouth and actually managed to make a noise this time. She yelped in surprise as she felt Laurence’s cum blasting out from both the top as well as the bottom of her cleavage. Her large, shapely tits got a nice coating of the hot thick cum, but she felt it rush down her stomach as well while more of it even landed on her knees. Unfortunately, this did seem to be all that Laurence had left in him because she released her shoulder and stumbled backwards.

It did take Samantha some time to realize that her shower of cum was over. And when she finally did, she had to wipe her face SEVERAL times to be able to open her eyes. When she did succeed in doing that, she was sad to see that Laurence’s member had gone soft. But she wasn’t disappointed. The alchemist had feared that the large cumshot had signalled that the potions effects had worn off. Yet, the servant’s shaft still looked as monstrously long and fat as it had when Samantha had first fed the potion to him. It just wasn’t as hard.

‘Sorry to leave you in a state like this,’ Laurence began, not quite sounding apologetic as he searched for his trousers. ‘But I really must tend to the Countess.’ He explained, once again wearing the mask of the ever dutiful servant.

‘It’s fine,’ Samantha said with a shrug, sending several drops of semen down to stain the bed she was still kneeling on. ‘All I ask is that you return tomorrow. I want to know just how long that amazing fucking monstercock of yours stayed this big.’ She purred nastily. ‘And see if there were any side-effects, of course.’ The alchemist added more professionally.

‘Of course,’ Laurence replied drily. ‘I’m sure I can free some time in my schedule.’ He added, while flashing a grin in the redhead’s direction. Before picking up his trousers.

‘I don’t think that’s going to fit you any longer…’ Samantha commented when Laurence held up the garment.

‘You should know by now,’ Laurence grunted as he pulled his trousers over his legs. ‘I'm an expert at fitting a certain object into things that look far too small for it.’ He added, as he very carefully stuffed his massive dick into the too small trousers.

Samantha only giggled in response as she watched Laurence struggle. Eventually he had succeeded in fitting his member into the garment. It had piled up on itself like a coiled snake and was pushing out the fabric in an obscene way. Before, one could only catch a glimpse of the servant’s cock when it was erect. But now Laurence was completely flaccid, and the bulge in his trousers was more obscene than it had ever been!

‘Well, I guess I just have to move very fast…’ Laurence muttered while putting on his boots.

‘I’m already looking forward to tomorrow.’ Samantha said dreamily, while staring at the servant’s massive bulge.

* * * *

After leaving Samantha’s lab Laurence walked very slowly. Well, it was more of an awkward shuffle, really. Whenever he tried to move too fast his trousers would protest, and he wasn’t looking forward to walking through the Thorns mansion with torn trousers. Chances were, he would run into someone important who wasn’t secretly a huge slut like his mistress was. Then, as if the Gods themselves tried to pull a prank on Laurence, someone just like that appeared.

‘Oh Laurence, I was just looking for you!’ A smooth, cultured female voice called when the servant passed a corridor.

A part of Laurence just wanted to ignore this woman and walk on. But seeing as he couldn’t move very fast at his current pace anyway, he turned to face the source of the voice with a strangled groan.

Beatrix Steele, a minor noblewoman and Victoria Thorns’ tutor. If Victoria was to be believed, the woman was deadly serious at all times and had little to no interest in sex. Laurence, of course, hoped that the latter was not true. Because he quite liked the older woman’s appearance, which was unfortunate news for his trousers.

Beatrix was nearly as tall as he was and blessed with beautiful caramel coloured skin. It was flawless, not a wrinkle in sight despite the fact that she had to be a little older than Katherine. Although he doubted that Miss Steele used the same sort of “skincare product” that the Countess enjoyed… Of course, he could actually see very little of her skin. Beatrix wore a grey dress that covered her from her neck to her ankles. But it was very, very tight.

‘Are you alright, Laurence?’ Beatrix asked. Concern appearing in her large, coffee coloured eyes as she pursed those delightfully plump, soft lips of hers.

The reason for her concern were the groans that passed Laurence’s lips and the way he winced. But his answer was a simple ‘I’m fine.’ Even if that was far from the truth.

Seeing the noblewoman’s outrageous curves made the servant’s dick stir, and he feared his trousers wouldn’t have long. Even though Laurence was facing her he could see the dark-skinned woman’s huge curvy posterior, it was possibly as large as Samantha’s! And she had childbearing hips that could rival those of the Countess. Laurence struggled to pull his eyes away from them, but that only meant he would have to face a whole new problem.

‘I wondered if I could request your aid today, Laurence?’ Beatrix began slowly, she sounded less concerned now. Of course, with Laurence’s eyes focused elsewhere he didn’t realize that this was because she was staring at the obscene bulge in his trousers that slowly seemed to grow bigger. If he had, he would’ve been delighted to find out that the noblewoman didn’t seem to be put off by it in the least.

‘How could I help you, Miss Steele?’ Laurence inquired, as he ogled her chest. The dark-skinned noblewoman’s breasts could possibly rival those of Katherine and her daughter. And she didn’t seem to be wearing a bra. His trousers made a soft tearing sound as he wondered about that. ‘Perhaps I should just close my eyes?’ Laurence whispered to himself.

‘I was hoping you could attend one of my classes today,’ Beatrix replied. ‘The girls are simply unmanageable these days, and I’m afraid that young lady Victoria seems to be the cause of it! Perhaps if you are around she would be less inclined to start any trouble?’

‘I’ll be there!’ Laurence replied very quickly, and a little loud to obscure another tearing sound.

‘Excellent! I hope to see you soon!’ Beatrix replied, excited.

Laurence didn’t know why, nor did he stopped to ponder it. He simply shuffled down the corridor as fast as he could, leaving the older woman behind…

* * * *

The rest of the trip wasn’t any better. Going up the stairs was especially tedious, seeing as Laurence had to walk up them like a crab. Yet still he heard the occasional groan of protest coming from his trousers. Aside from that, it felt like everyone was looking at him. Part of that was probably his imagination, but he was fairly certain that that guard walking into the opened door wasn’t considered normal. And he had also spotted the occasional servant girl trip, or polish a piece of furniture longer than necessary.

‘Well, at least the worst part is over…’ Laurence muttered to himself as he had returned to Katherine’s bedroom and gave the door a quick knock.

‘Come in!’ The Countess replied from the other side.

Laurence kept his eyes focused on his feet as he entered the bedroom and was quick to close the door and lock it behind him. It was a good thing he did too, because when he turned to face his Mistress his trousers finally just...gave up. A loud tearing sound echoed through the room and pieces of cloth flew everywhere as Laurence’s member swung into the open. Katherine’s mouth hung open as she focused on her personal servant’s monstercock, while Laurence mirrored her expression as he looked at her new outfit which had been the cause of his disintegrating trousers…