Samantha becomes a slut for Laurence’s cock

“I made this...” Just as Laurence had suspected, Samantha was too busy staring in awe at his newly enlarged member to hear him. Instead, her amber eyes were fixated on it and her juicy lips remained parted in the wake of her almost reverential comment as she continued to marvel at the fifteen-inch monster rising up from between his legs with her face practically glowing with pride and lust.

By now, not only was Laurence’s schlong covered in layer of glossy precum that kept pulsing out from his widened pisshole and which extended to his balls, covering them even in their current, severely inflated state and dropping from there in big, lazy dollops that smacked onto the floor every so often, but so too were Samantha’s hands as she had resumed holding the tape measure wrapped tight around the pulsing, muscular shaft of Laurence’s fuckpiece.

Suddenly, Laurence groaned again, quite loudly, and underwent another pang of dearly wishing that he had refused to drink the potion as the weakness that gripped his body was complemented by a sharp, almost tearing pain that seemed to break out in his arms, chest and stomach all at once and quickly spread from there down to his legs. His thighs, his groin and his head all felt all right, but the rest of him seemed to be pushing at his uniform from the inside and the pressure was slowly mounting.

“Laurence, are you okay?” Not so lost in her big dick reverie so as to not have heard him groaning, Samantha’s expression had changed to one of concern, with her brow furrowed and her dainty nose a little higher than normal.

“Shirt’s feeling a bit tight...” Laurence moaned at the redhead on her knees between his legs, the top and bottom of her dress increasingly stained with the prejizz that continued to flow freely from his cock.

“Hmm, let me just...” Rising up on her feet and stepping in closer between Laurence’s legs, Samantha had managed to lean in and get her hands on his chest when she felt something thick, hard, wet and very warm brush against her pussy before the sensation of Laurence’s cockhead coming rising up to start rubbing against the bottom of her bubble butt made her close her eyes and suck her bottom lip into her mouth while her nostrils flared due to her long, sharp intake of air.

“Gods...” Samantha gasped, then rolled her hips to rub her ass against the crown of Laurence’s cock, adding a third part of her dress that was rapidly becoming soaked with his precum while her fingers tugged unsteadily at the laces of his vest while her tits hovered in the air above and in front of his face. At this point, it was quite surprising that her nipples hadn’t pierced through the soaked fabric that hugged her boobs tight.

Still unable to do anything at all beyond sitting there, Laurence watched Samantha’s chest heave with more and more vigour and threw a glance upwards every so often at how she was becoming increasingly flustered while getting his vest open. By the time that she was free to start fidgeting with the buttons of his shirt, Samantha’s breathing had grown quite loud. To add to that, due to the fact that her dress was quite short – just barely managing to contain her incredible ass – he could feel her wetness drop onto the trunk of his fuckmast.

The opening of his shirt did provide Laurence with relief from the worst of this latest pain, as did the way in which Samantha cooed coquettishly and rubbed her fingers all over his chest and stomach while her ass continued to grind softly against the top few inches of his dick. In fact, what she was doing quickly caused him to relax again, and though he remained unable to move, his cock throbbed forcefully and jutted upwards as if it had developed a mind of its own and wasn’t going to be satisfied until it was pointing straight up into the air.

“Oh Gods, Laurence,” Samantha’s gasp became a lustful whimper as the young servant’s fuckpiece pressed her forwards, with her back straightening up and her own legs being pushed further apart the further in between his that she was pushed, until she was standing in front of him with her back straight and her asscheeks split round the vast slab of glistening cockmeat that rose up at just enough of an angle to rise up between her long legs and dig deep into her anal cleavage, “It’s so big!”

Samantha felt silly the moment she’d said that. Not only was it such an obvious thing to blurt out, but also the understatement of the year. Laurence’s cock had been big. Now – thanks to the potion that she’d laboured long and hard to develop, not least of which had been identifying and acquiring the rather long list of exotic ingredients needed to create it – it was an absolutely huge, steel-hard pillar of manmeat that radiated a dense heat that reverberated throughout her body and contributed to the continuing increase of clear juices streaming down her thighs and dripping from her cunt.

“Such a huge, beautiful monster of a cock,” Samantha tried again, feeling the top of Laurence’s plump cockhead pressing against her anus, the clear precum that he was pumping out leaving her puckered ring completely doused, and clutched feverishly at the hemline of her dress.

“Yeah,” Laurence groaned weakly, staring at the busty, barefooted redhead and remaining unable to do anything else but let his gaze drift down to where the rising hem of her dress had just exposed the bottom of her pink, plump little pussy. Generously covered in her juices, Samantha’s swollen labia glistened vividly in the light cast by the umpteen candles and lanterns and the small but intense fire still raging underneath the cauldron.

“Fuck!” Samantha’s lustful cry was an instantaneous response to Laurence’s cock flexing once more, forcing her in a little closer to him and making its business-end continue its ascent through her ass cleavage until a large, bulbous shape appeared just above where her ballooning asscheeks were stretching the back of her dress to the max.

“Gods...” Trying to concentrate as best she could while under the influence of Laurence’s mammoth schlong, Samantha got her dress up further, baring her pussy in full along with the thin strip of red hair that stretched up across her vaginal mound.

Apart from her two more important potions, of which the cum-enhancement one was a development of the one which had gotten her approval from the Tharros guild of alchemists to work as one, in the roughly one year that she’d spent as part of the Countess’ household, Samantha had created a few smaller ones. One of those was a shaving oil that also functioned as an aphrodisiac and which was much appreciated by mother and daughter Thorns alike. Samantha used it too, spending a part of every morning slathering it all over her mound and giving it a close shave that left only a small strip of pubic hair in place before proceeding to have a lengthy masturbation session that saw her pump her fingers in and out of her holes and grope her tits while her pretty head was filled with images of her being made to service half a dozen muscular studs with big cocks made even longer and thicker by her potions. Usually, it took three or four big, squirting orgasms before Samantha felt ready to go to work.

Laurence’s cock throbbed harder and harder as he followed Samantha’s dress rise up over her soft, womanly belly and then be tugged outwards to slip up along along the lower contour of her huge, round boobs, while his cockend became exposed where it protruded up from between her buttocks. Even if her best feature was her big, firm and perfectly shaped ass, Samantha’s tits were nevertheless quite incredible to behold, and Laurence’s nostrils flared when her stiff nipples came into view.

Once she’d gotten her spherical knockers free of the dress, Samantha worked a lot quicker, her need to feel Laurence inside her conveyed both through the vigour with which she yanked her dress up over her head and thrust her arms into the air and how she was rolling her hips to make his dick slide up and down between her cheeks, her juices splattering down onto his belly from the trunk of that colossal member rubbing tightly enough against her asshole that she could make out of the fat, protruding veins that spanned its length.

Just as Samantha’s dress landed somewhere on the floor behind her, the pain that Laurence had had to deal with vanished completely. In its place, hitting him every bit as quickly, was a surge of energy that raced through his body and made his chest swell while his arms tensed up and his feet thumped against the floor.

“Laurence!” Now completely naked, Samantha was unprepared for Laurence suddenly shooting onto his feet, his cock still between her cheeks when his hands smacked onto them hard and he yanked her off her feet as she weighed nothing at all.

Suddenly standing up with Samantha’s legs wrapped round his waist and the rest of her positioned between him and his cock as it rose up and protruded outwards at a slightly more shallow angle than a couple of seconds ago, Laurence underwent a moment of confusion in the wake of having gone from immobilizing pain to too much energy to know what to do with in the blink of an eye. Then he felt Samantha’s buttocks fill his hands, her tits rubbing against his chest and her pussy juicing straight into his pubes, and he knew exactly what to do.

“Fuck...” Still gyrating her hips to drag her bubble butt up and down his shaft, an equally shocked and delighted Samantha was moaning and cooing lustily into Laurence’s ear when he spun round where he stood, his movement somewhat impaired by the pair of trousers bunched up round his ankles.

Acting purely on instinct due to his brain struggling to keep up with developments, Laurence dumped Samantha into the plush armchair that he’d just been sitting in. Also acting instinctively, Samantha dug her back into the chair, pushed her crotch forwards, and slung one leg over each of the armrests to offer up her dripping wet pussy to Laurence.

Laurence didn’t hesitate, but instead leaned in and lined his cock up against the entrance to Samantha’s slit with one hand – the other was supporting him where it now rested on top of Samantha’s right knee – and plunged in.

“Gods!” The moment she felt the plump, precum-coated crown of Laurence’s fuckpiece pushing her pussy lips apart and go beyond them, Samantha rammed the back of her head into the soft padding of the chair and had her pussy twitch before beginning to unload long, high-powered streamers of girlcum all over the shaft of his cock, although the presence of his cockhead inside her meant that quite a few of them ended up streaking along the inside of her thighs while she pushed her tits out and raked her nails across the top of the chair.

“Fuck!” Almost overcome by pleasure as his piss slit opened up to send a blast of precum flying off to somewhere deep inside Samantha, Laurence pressed on, his knees sinking along with his cock and his back curving deeper and deeper as he started to really move his hips, giving the top-heavy red-headed alchemist another couple of inches at a time.

“It feels so good, Laurence!” Now enjoying herself so immensely that she didn’t feel silly for stating the obvious this time around, Samantha was sweating and quaking in her seat as her tight little pussy continued to be packed full of the biggest, brawniest cock she’d ever seen. It wasn’t so much the added length – Laurence hadn’t yet gotten deep enough inside her that those extra three inches would matter – as the vastly increased girth that was making her experience a whole series of some of the most intense orgasms of her young life while leaving her feel more filled-up, more completely stuffed full of pulsing, steel-hard manmeat than ever before.

“More! I want it all!” There was nothing at all professional about Samantha when she tried to jerk her way towards her lover, the intelligent but slightly awkward potionmaker had vanished completely somewhere round the eight-inch mark and been replaced with a panting, squirting, screaming slut who NEEDED to know what it was like to be impaled on fifteen inches of prejizz-spewing tubesteak.

“Make me take it all!” Samantha practically begged of Laurence, trying desperately to speed up his filling of her cunt by heaving towards him from her position of being pressed further and further back into the armchair.

Despite an awkward position that meant that the deeper he went inside Samantha, the more he had to curve his back, push his knees out in front of his hips and increase the angle of his feet until he was balancing on his toes, Laurence was spurred on by the potionmaker’s **** pleas and kept going, giving her more of what he had to offer and heaving himself towards the armchair that rose onto just its back two legs at the end of each of his thrusts.

“Oh gods!” Soon feeling Laurence’s chest against her tits and his warm breath hitting the side of her neck, Samantha erupted in a passionate scream when his pelvis came pressing up against her slit to signal that he was buried to the hilt inside her. As for Laurence, his attempts to avoid being deafened by positioning his head so that the buxom redhead wasn’t screaming right into one of his ears meant that he got a front-row view of her mouth opening and her eyes rolling back as she was hit by her most vivid climax yet. Seconds later, his entire crotch was being hosed down with wave after wave of girlcum that spewed from her pussy as it quivered round his cock.

Recalling the bed and figuring that that would be a whole lot more comfortable than lying halfway on top of Samantha in the armchair while attempting to maintain his footing, Laurence rode the energy that was still pulsing through his body by grabbing hold of Samantha’s narrow waist and pulling her with him when he got back up on his feet.

With the orgasming redhead bucking against him while throwing her legs round his waist and her arms rounds his neck, Laurence grunted and started to take one long step in the direction of the bed, getting halfway through it before the sudden resistance against the sweep of his foot reminded him of his trousers being wrapped round his ankles. Anyway, the way in which his sudden stop made his whole body jerk at least got him a long and lustful scream from Samantha as his cock moved round inside her.

Not wanting to pull out of Samantha and ask her to wait while he popped off his shoes and got free of his trousers, Laurence started to move as best as he could, hobbling along across her laboratory while doing an impersonation of someone who had just escaped from a chain-gang and hadn’t gotten rid of the chains yet. Happily, the fact that his jerky movement made his hips swing about quite a bit meant that Samantha kept crying out in response to his dick spearing in and out of her wet cunt, keeping her squirting and resulting in a slippery trail of girlcum forming in their wake and leading from the chair over towards the bed.

“Samantha,” Reaching the side of the bed, Laurence threw a glance at the bottle with the familiar looking contents placed on a small table next to it and tried to get the ecstatic redhead’s attention, “This is lube, right?”

“YES!” Samantha shrieked at the top of her lungs, with the volume increasing when Laurence lowered her onto the bed without pulling out, meaning that they were now lying across the big, comfortable bed with his feet still on the floor and hers bobbing about in the air.

“Good!” Celebrating successfully reaching his destination by carrying out a handful quick, hard pumps of his wrists that got the side of the bed showered with a mix of girlcum and the prejizz that he was blasting somewhere deep inside Samantha, Laurence reached for the bottle and yanked the cork off.

Next, Laurence grunted and made sure to grab the bottle by the neck before rolling onto his side and bringing Samantha with him, another grunt following in reaction to the manic fashion in which she started to buck against him as soon as he ceased moving his hips, the stacked alchemist giving off the distinct impression that she wouldn’t allow the tempo of their fucking to drop even for one second.

Upending the bottle over the swell of Samantha’s heart-shaped ass, Laurence then let go and made sure to keep his hips moving, making the bed shake underneath them while one of his hands slapped down onto her booty.

“Yes!” Meeting Laurence’s thrusts as best she could, Samantha threw her head back and closed her eyes tight in response to his fingers kneading the oil into the firm mass of one of her buttocks, her breathing speeding up when he started to move in on her ass cleavage.

“Ohhhhhh…. Gods!” After a long build-up, Samantha unleashed another scream when Laurence’s digits prodded her anus, the mega-dicked servant deciding that it being coated with his precum simply wasn’t enough, and while he pounded away at her cunt, he let his fingers rub against her backdoor.

When Laurence pushed two fingers through her lubed-up ringpiece, Samantha got louder and really started to trash about in front of him, trying to somehow use speed to keep him fully entrenched in her cunt at the same as she got his fingers deeper into her ass. And it wasn’t just that, but she loved the feel of his body against hers and his bloated bull balls pressing against her thighs, their increasingly pronounced throbbing sending shock waves through her legs that had her feet wiggling.

Taking charge of the situation once more, Laurence fucked Samantha into submission with just a half-dozen big, powerful thrusts that had him hammering her bubble butt onto his fingers, then kept going, keeping his hand still but his hips moving, never once allowing her pussy to be impaled on less than twelve of his fifteen inches.

In the end, Samantha was too far gone, her lungs too empty and her throat too hoarse for her to be able to voice her disappointment when Laurence extracted his digits from her ass and slipped them out from between her glistening cheeks. She did manage a moan though when he rolled her onto her back and pinned her underneath him.

A few more pumps of his hips while the rest of him flexed around them, and Laurence reached the point of no return. With a roar, he let loose and made Samantha’s eyes shoot wide open in response to the tidal wave of hot, thick jizz that suddenly flooded her womb.

Back to acting wholly on instinct, Laurence kept pounding away at the now rather delirious redheaded babe who was climaxing underneath him, pummelling away at her cunt and having his throbbing cock churn his spunk out of it even while he filled it up with blast after blast of more of his gluey balljuice, until the sheets underneath her ass and thighs had been turned into a sodden mess.

Burying himself inside Samantha one last time, Laurence groaned as his balls produced one final surge of jizz that had her gasping into his ear when it left his piss slit. Even within seconds of him producing a cumshot that was marginally smaller than the one that had filled Katherine’s tub that morning, his balls felt as bloated as ever, his cock just as hard as it had right after he’d drunk Samantha’s new potion, and if anything he felt even hornier now than before he’d started cumming.

Underneath him, the insatiable Samantha moaned and greedily pushed her pussy up onto his rock-hard rod.