The Milking Clinic Pt. 02

"I told you I'd see you soon," Benson, my werewolf man, muses as I cautiously make my way up the steps. He stands, and if his already impressive height didn't tower over me, the step up makes him seem like a giant. My eyes flick over the tent in his pants. I can't help it. It's not my fault he's on the steps, waist in line with my eyesight.

But hell, I've been dreaming about what's in his pants all fucking week.

He chuckles, low, under his breath, then eats up the space between us, lifting me and swinging me around until we've changed positions. I don't tower over him a few steps above, but it's more equal footing.

"How did you find me?" I ask. I should be furious he's here. Scared. Worried. He's a client, for fuck's sake.

He looks up, sniffs the air, taking a deep haul, then pins me with his gaze. "Baby, that sweet pussy is dripping right now, almost as much as when you had my cock between these tiny fists." He picks up my hands and holds them gently. "I tracked you down that first night, following the scent of cunt and oranges."

Oranges. My shampoo. Fucking wolves. "Why did you wait until now to show yourself?"

"I knew once I got you to myself, it would be a while before I let you go. Tomorrow is Saturday, so we have all weekend. Now, open your door, and let me in."

It's not a request. Although I didn't have anywhere near the same experience the rest of the week as I did with him, I still came home every night and pictured his handsome face and strange, soft, furred body. His cock. His knot. I thought about it all, and no dildo did the trick, leaving me aching and unsated for days.

He says he can smell my pussy. Wet as I am, I'm surprised I can't.

We head inside my apartment, and he follows me to the bedroom. I don't even pretend to argue or fit pleasantries into the conversation. I don't know if this will get me fired--sleeping with a client--but I don't care. I want him so badly it's all I can think about.

I remove my shirt and unzip my skirt at the back, shimmying it down my hips. Benson watches with the same intense, unwavering gaze he had when I jerked him off on Monday.

Once naked, I start to feel self-conscious, because he's still just staring.

"Come here," he finally says. "Take off my clothes." Not a request.

I walk toward him, ignoring my slippery pussy as I move. I unbuckle his pants and push them down, nearly getting slapped in the face by his cock.

I can't resist, because I've been dreaming about this. Before I stand, I wrap my lips around his cock and suck. It's too big to get even half in my mouth, even if I deep-throated him, but he wraps his firm hand, fingers tipped in claws, around my neck and pulls me up to a stand.

"Naughty girl."

The pressure on my throat burns, claws scraping my skin, but it only makes me hotter. He releases me, then pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his broad chest. Half-human pecs and abdominal muscles, bulging biceps--and half werewolf, with soft, black downy fur that fades around his cock.

"Get on the bed, Samantha. On your knees."

Whimpering, having no desire to disobey because, fuck, I really need this, I scramble onto the bed and get on all fours.

A sharp sting on my ass cheek, followed by a crack, has me clenching and crying out. He slaps me again, harder this time, then roughly nudges my knees further apart, so my pussy lips open, then he slaps again, stinging my clit. I cry out, and he does it again, then again.

It's not enough. I need more.

"Look at you, human. Your cunt is fucking dripping. You're so messy. How long have you been like this?"

I bury my head in the sheets, ass in the air, and beg him to fuck me. "Too long, way too long! It's your fault. Please, Benson, just fuck me."

"Just fuck you?" Then he laughs. It's a haunting sound, not at all funny. "I'll not just do anything."

He slaps my pussy again, then grips my hips and, in one punishing thrust, shoves his cock inside me. I scream, both from the stinging pain and surprise, his sheer size stretching me far beyond what I thought capable, and the pleasure of his cock dragging back out of me before he shoves in again.

He pumps, holding my hips like handles, shoving my face into the mattress so I can barely breathe, and uses my body like a toy, fucking me harder, faster. So hard, his pelvis will leave bruises on my ass cheeks, but he doesn't relent.

His thick cock fills me up, in and out, in and out, each thrust singing pleasure along my nerve endings. My pussy suckles, contracting around him, milking his length with each drag, and I'm grunting like an animal. Getting fucked like one, too.

Then, in one acrobatic move, he pulls us back so I'm on top of him, my back to his chest, his cock still buried inside me, and thrusts upward, then flattens his fingers and works my clit. I come hard, his cock at this angle stroking my g-spot, his hand rubbing my clit with a forceful rhythm, and I see spots.

"Oh fuck, yes, you like that, baby? Gushing around me?"

Coming so hard my knees shake, he has to hold me down with his other arm to keep his cock from slipping out while I buck wildly in his arms, chasing the high.

He gives me no reprieve when I come down. Like a rag doll, he pulls me off him, ignoring my shuddering release and the gush of cum flowing out of my pussy, then pushes me onto my back.

And in one rough move, he lifts my knees, then shoves his massive cock back inside my pussy. I'm used to his size by now but it still stings. His sharp teeth graze my neck, and he bites and licks. My tits shake against his soft, furry chest, and I'm overwhelmed by this huge, strange wolf-man. He smells like cut grass and pine needles. He fucks like a demon.

I was worried I'd be too wet to feel the incredible drag of his cock in and out of me, but he's too big, too fast.

I'm grunting now, my orgasm building once more. I can feel his knot at the base of his cock swelling. It hits my clit with every thrust, and I'm lost to the delirium of pleasure the harder he fucks me.

"Gonna take my knot, baby? You ready?"

Not ready. He's already too big. But my body has other ideas. It'll fit, my subconscious whispers. Make it fit.

"I'm ready," I whisper, hanging on for dear life, my legs shaking around him.

He works his thick knot in slowly, tucking it into my pussy, stretching and burning my walls, until the whole thing is inside. And then it expands. The feeling is visceral. It locks us together, so tight, like a fist, the swollen base pressing against my g-spot.

His cock keeps pulsing inside me, and then he roars, a violent rumble that tears through him. My eyes roll to the back of my head while he sprays his come inside me, and I'm stretched so impossibly full, I come harder than I ever have before. His hips make small thrusting movements, and when his fingers come between us to pinch my clit, I scream.

Our hot cum collides in a wash inside me, and when his knot finally deflates and he slowly, shakily, pulls out, still working my clit, the release triggers another orgasm, and I'm transcended. Nothing else exists. My vision is gone and all I feel is pleasure, tingling and singing through every inch of me.

Finally, his fingers slow, and he pulls out completely. I feel like I've pissed myself, there's so much cum beneath me. My thighs are raw, chaffed from taking him so hard and fast. My pussy, sated but sensitive, is red, swollen and gaping. Absolutely soaked.

Benson looks down between us, taking in the mess we made.

Then his eyes meet mine, and he smiles. "We're going to have a lot of fun together, Samantha."