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The Gardener

By: Dutchboy



Rachael was waiting for me when the plane landed. I'd called her that morning and told her what time I'd and, and she said she'd be there with a special present for me. I was sure I knew what that would be. Rachael loved to fuck as much as I did, and she'd been without my cock for almost two weeks. Knowing her as I do, I didn't for a minute think she'd been without any cock all that time, but she was definitely without mine, and it is mine she loves the best. As I came down the ramp, I saw here standing there. She was absolutely beautiful! Dressed in a stunning green silk dress, her full luscious breasts were straining against the fabric, her hard bullet nipples were visible from thirty feet away. As my eyes took in the rest of her body, I was almost certain I could make out the outline of her ripe pussy. I knew that my imagination was working overtime, but from a distance, it looked like her trimmed, soft cunt was pushing against the dress with the same force her tits were.

We hugged each other for at least two minutes. She was all over me, kissing me, squealing with delight. When she calmed down, we pulled apart, and I looked at her again. My first hunch had been right. She had nothing on under the thin green material, and for all purposes, she might as well have nothing on at all! For just a moment, I felt a twinge of embarrassment. For just a moment. Then the twinges moved to my cock, as it started to harden.

"You know, I can see right through that dress," I said.

"So can everyone else!" She answered.

I gathered my luggage from the carousel, and we started for the car. As we left the terminal, I expected to find my BMW. I didn't. Instead, a black stretch limo was waiting. Rachael looked at me playfully as she steered me in the limo's direction.

"I didn't want to wait till we got back to the city before we started to have fun."

"Rachael..." I started to protest, but stopped. What the hell, if she wanted to play, who was I to complain. I started to get into the back seat, but she stopped me.

"Patrick, I hope you don't mind, but I hired a new gardener while you were gone."

This took me by surprise. One moment my hot wife was practically jerking me off in the airline terminal, and telling me she couldn't wait to get my cock in her mouth, and the next she was telling me about the guy who mows our grass. I was more than a little confused.

"That's fine with me. We'll talk about it later. Let's get into the car."

"No. I want to talk about it now! Juan just couldn't make me happy. He just didn't seem to understand what I needed done."

"Fine. I don't care. If the new guy does a better job, that's fine with me. But I don't want to stand out here all night. Let's get going."

"Wait. I just wanted you to know about Hernandez. I hope you don't get mad. But I wanted you to meet him as soon as possible."

"I promise I'll meet him in the morning. Now can we get going?" With that I pushed passed her and got into the back of the limo.

Of course, the first thing I noticed was a man sitting on the inside seat. Without needing to ask, I knew who he was.

"Hernandez, right?"

"Yeah, that's him. He doesn't speak English." Rachael looked a bit sheepish.

"He's the new Gardner?"

"Yeah, isn't he cute?"

"Oh, really Rachael! Why did you bring him?"

"Are you mad because I fired Juan?"

"Of course not. Just get in the car and let's get going." I couldn't believe this guy was with us. I had hoped to fuck Rachael on the way home. But now, with this guy in the back seat, and him not even speaking English, well....Rachael closed the door and settled on the seat next to me. She cuddled close as the car pulled away from the curb. Great! First she flirts shamelessly at the airport, and then this! Still, as I looked into her emerald green eyes and perfect face, I couldn't stay mad long.

"Hernandez is a whiz on the Johnson grass."

I was going to reply to this, but Rachael's lips stopped me as she pressed them to mine. I returned her kiss, slipping my tongue inside her mouth. I heard her purr as she shaped her form against me. It was exciting to feel her heat as her breasts pushed against my chest, her nipples seemed to dig into my flesh.

Breaking the kiss, she looked at me and said, "I've really missed you. Have you missed me?"

"Of course I've missed you, baby. How can you ask that?"

"Well, you don't seem very interested in me. You might have at least touched my breasts."

Before I could respond, she put her hand between my legs and started to fondle my cock through my pants. It was hard almost instantly. She didn't wait for an invitation. I felt her hand reach the pull on my zipper, and in one motion the zipper was open, and my cock was out in the air, Rachael's hand pumping it up and down. I was hot, and she knew it. I started to close my eyes and wait for her next move when I remembered Hernandez.

By this time, Rachael was on the floor board between my legs, her head about to descend on my cock.

"Wait! Did you forget about our guest?" I motioned toward Hernandez.

"Oh, damn! I did!" She replied.

With that, she turned around, reached between the gardener's legs, and unzipped his trousers. As I watched, Rachael pulled out the man's cock and began to stroke it in the same motions as she was stroking mine. She leaned toward his rigid dick and lowered her mouth over his erect cock. Without taking her hand off my dick, she proceeded to suck off this man, this newcomer, as if he were her husband, instead of me.

I couldn't control myself. Freeing my dick from her hand, I repositioned her so she was facing him, her ass toward me. Lifting up her dress, I was delighted to find nothing under it. I got on my knees behind her, and slipped my rock hard cock into her pussy as she continued to suck off the other man. I didn't last long. Within seconds I felt the explosion building deep within my balls. Thrusting my dick into my wife's pussy as far as it could go, I released my cum into her heated cunt.

Almost instantly, my dick deflated and I fell back across the back seat, my eyes closed. I could hear my wife sucking the stranger's cock, but I was spent. I didn't even bother to wipe my cock off. A combination of jet lag, the intense come I'd just experienced, and the rhythm of the limo as it traveled down the highway, lulled me into a sort of induced sleep.

The next thing I remember was the feel of Rachael's mouth as she sucked my cock back to full attention. I didn't open my eyes, but rather just reclined in the back of the limo, enjoying the sensations of her tongue as she bathed my now erect cock in her mouth. Then I remembered the other passenger. Opening my eyes, I was treated to the sight of his hard brown cock sawing in and out of Rachael's cunt as she sucked me off. Our positions had been reversed. Now it was he who was fucking Rachael, while I was on the receiving end of a first class blow job. Rachael's green dress was thrown up over her ass, and the front had been opened, allowing her firm breasts to sway left and right as she continued to accommodate both cocks at the same time.

The Mexican reached over and began to massage Rachael's tits, pulling on them, and making the nipples harder as his fingers rolled them around. He was looking me straight in the eye as his dick continued to pound my wife's pussy. It didn't seem to matter to him that he was fucking another man's woman. It sure didn't matter to Rachael, except that with each thrust of his fuck tool, she would let a small whimper escape from her cock filled mouth.

I came again. She held her mouth on my thrusting cock, sucking as she drank my hot come! Judging from the noises our friend was making, so did he. Rachael collapsed on the floor of the limo. Looking up at me, she smiled, parted her legs allowing both of us to view her freshly fucked pussy, a pussy full of another man's jism, and asked if I wanted any more. I told her I was finished, and probably wouldn't get hard again that night. She didn't bat an eye. All she said was, "In that case, do you think you could drive this limo, and send the driver back to me?"

I was wrong about not being able to get another hard on.

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The Gardener



This story follows on from an earlier one 'The Midnight Meeting', using the same characters but in a different setting.

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'Come in, Matt.' Francesca Charlesworth stood back and held open the door for her newly appointed gardener to enter. 'I'm sorry John gave you such a hard time at interview, but I'm afraid he's a bit like that.'

'That's okay Mrs Charlesworth, I understand.'

'No. Please, I'm not Mrs Charlesworth today.' She looked at him over her shoulder as she led him down the hall. 'There'll be times when it would sound silly to be that formal, so as far as you're concerned I'm only Mrs Charlesworth when John is around, when he isn't I'm just Fran.'

'Yes Fran.' He'd had trouble remembering to call her by her surname at the interview, because the only other time they'd spoken he'd known her simply as Fran. He just hoped he wouldn't slip up if her husband was ever at home.

'It was all a front you know.' She told him as they walked through into the kitchen. 'He already knew he was going to take you on, because I'd made sure you were the only applicant.' She smiled conspiratorially.

'Now.' She suddenly sounded more businesslike. 'It would be better to knock at the kitchen door when you come.' She indicated the back door with one elegant hand. 'I can do without muddy boots on the hall carpet, and if you have to go into any other room, leave your boots in here, okay?'

'Yes Fran.' He was puzzled by her change of demeanour, but he couldn't help but grin at her words. Any other room meant only one thing as far as he was concerned.

'You know what your duties are to be, don't you?' Though her voice still sounded stern there was a twinkle in her eye that she tried to suppress as she asked him that.

They had met down by the village pond in the early hours of the morning a few nights before, two insomniacs avoiding their cold marriage beds and both of them in need of a little affection. Although she was in her early forties, and about a dozen or more years older than he, they struck up an immediate rapport, so much so that their midnight meeting had ended with them having spontaneous and urgent sex on the park bench, even though it meant risking being seen by any other late night wanderers who happened by. What they were doing was satisfying a need in each other that their marriage partners were unwilling or unable to fulfil, a need that could no longer be battened down, and afterwards they both realised that once would not be enough. It was Fran who then had the idea to have him taken on as the part time gardener her husband agreed that they needed. Gardening was not the only job she had in mind.

'To keep the garden tidy, mow the lawns, cut the hedges and anything else you ask me to do.' He stifled a chuckle.

'And what else are you likely to ask him to do, Francesca?' 

The strange voice caught Matt unawares and made him jump. He looked around hastily as an elegant older woman walked into the room, her steady gaze appraising him but without disclosing what she thought. 

'This is Matt, our new gardener.' Fran introduced him, ignoring her question. 'And this is John's sister Maureen.'

'John's older sister actually.' She came forward with her hand outstretched to be shaken. 

Matt's heart sank as he took it. The last thing he needed was her husband's big sister around at a time like this, although big sister was hardly the definition of this gracefully small and slim woman. But at least now he thought he understood the reason for Fran's unexpectedly professional attitude.

'If you're wondering why I'm here.' She told him. 'It's because John asked me to be on hand, in his words, to make sure Mrs Charlesworth was safe and that you weren't about to rob the place. Although what he would expect a sixty-one year old woman to do if you were is beyond me. But he's my brother and I'll do it to please him. Though you're not about to steal the family silver, are you?' Her question had a strangely teasing note to it.

'No, of course not.' Matt frowned at the suggestion. 

'No, I didn't think you were.' She looked at him with bright brown eyes and then spoke again. 'But then it's not really the silver he's worried about, it's his other possessions. Especially the one that he either can't or doesn't want to take care of himself, but wouldn't want anyone else to either.'

'Mo!' Fran exclaimed. 

Matt had an idea where this was heading, or he thought he did. His heart sank further. Not just this week was out of the question, but every damn week at this rate.

'I'm not stupid.' Maureen told them both. 'He told me he's concerned for his wife's safety, but I think really it's her chastity he's bothered about. He's worried in case Francesca might find another use for such a virile young man, one that John's probably not able to fulfil anymore. So I'm here as a chaperone, although I think I'm supposed not to realise that.'

'Mo!' Fran repeated. 'You're embarrassing me.'

'Just so long as you know to behave in the way John might expect you to.' Mo seemed to select her words carefully and Matt felt sure there was a hidden meaning that he couldn't quite pick up on.

'Mo.' Fran spoke equally cautiously. 'I'm sure you'll be able to report back that you've seen neither Matt nor myself doing anything that he hasn't been hired for.'

'That's exactly what I thought.' Maureen replied, smiling mischievously. 'Go on, don't you think you should show him around his new domain?'

Matt looked at her twinkling eyes and wondered if there might be a double entendre hidden somewhere in that remark too.

'Yes, good idea.' Fran stood up and motioned to Matt. 'Let me take you round the garden.'

'What am I missing?' Matt asked. 'Does she know what happened the other night?'

'No, but she's a wily old bird, and I think she's spotted which way the wind's blowing. In any case she's not as much a fan of her brother as he thinks.'

'Why, doesn't she get on with him?' Matt asked, curious as always.

'She's a widow, and John's taken it on himself to look after her because of that, but sometimes he thinks that gives him a veto on anything she does. You know, poor little useless woman who will only get herself in a mess without his guidance, that sort of thing. It's the kind of chauvinism that really annoys her.'

'Yeah, I've met the type.' Matt nodded. 'Does he try it with you?'

'Oh, he thinks he does, but actually it's only to the point that I let him, just to keep the peace.'

Matt grinned, this was no passive "yes dear" wife that he'd got himself mixed up with.

They had wandered over the expanse of lawn that went across the back of the house and extended around the side and were now threading through an herbaceous border into what purported to be a vegetable garden, though it had clearly not born fruit for some time.

'This is the main thing I want sorted. It's a shame to have such a garden without making use of it.' Fran swept her hand around in an all encompassing arc. 'But for today the lawns need a haircut. Come on, I'll show you where the tools are kept.'

She pointed him at a spacious brick built shed by the side of the path, shooting a quick glance towards the house before taking his hand in hers and leading him towards it.

'You're not leading me up the garden path, are you?' He quipped, squeezing her hand gently.

'Oh no.' She answered gravely, intentionally missing his attempt at humour. 'I'm certainly not doing that.'

Matt didn't know quite how to react to her seriousness and so he kept quiet until she had closed the shed door behind them, but as soon as they were safely out of sight Fran turned to face him, taking both his hands in hers.

'No Matt, I'm not messing you around or anything like that. I want you, I've wanted you again ever since the first time we met by the pond. But you have to realise that this can never be a proper romance because we're both married, so it can only ever be purely physical. You do understand that, don't you?'

'What you're saying is you want us to be fuck buddies, is that it?' He asked, secretly quite pleased that she'd kicked anything more starry-eyed into touch.

'I'm not sure I like the phrase, but yes, I suppose that's what I mean. Is your wife still on a sex strike?' She asked him unexpectedly switching subjects, her eyes searching his expression for an answer. 'I mean, I won't be coming between you two making up, will I?'

Matt's wife had refused his advances ever since he had lost his previous job, but he had a nagging suspicion that she'd used his unemployment just as an unanticipated but welcome excuse. Even his announcement, made to cover his new relationship with Fran, that he was looking for temporary gardening work to tide him over, had only been greeted with a sour look and the observation that he wouldn't have needed that if he'd looked after his proper job. Their marriage was now merely one in name only and he wouldn't have been surprised to find that she had a lover of her own. He was even more surprised to realise that if such was the case, he didn't care.

'No, she's literally giving me the cold shoulder in that department. I can't see it ever changing to be honest. So no, you and I getting together won't make any difference. As long as we don't start being silly about each other, it'll be fine.'

'That's good.' She smiled. 'I didn't want to get in the way.'

'You're not. I fact getting to meet you has been the high point of my year, especially getting a job here.' He'd nearly said "position" instead of "job", but that might have been misinterpreted.

'I'm glad.' She relaxed visibly, and then her eyes crinkled with mischief. 'Now, seeing as you've passed your gardening interview with the man of the house; let's see if you can pass your lover's audition with his lady.'

She took hold of his upper arms and steered him gently but firmly backwards until he was backed up against a workbench.

'Not in here!' He exclaimed, alarmed at the thought.

Fran kissed him gently on the cheek. 'Why not, we did it on a park bench?'

'Yes, but what about Mo?' 

Fran laughed and pulled back a little way. 'Unless she can see through brick walls, she won't know. She won't come investigating just because we're out of sight. But no, we won't go too far, not here, not now. I just want to remind myself of how lucky I am.'

With that she moved in closer and hooked an arm around his neck to pull him into a kiss. Just for an instant he resisted, wondering how Fran could be so sure that Maureen wouldn't come looking and still a little worried about being caught, but then his lips parted and they kissed passionately, their mouths pressed hard together and their tongues darting between each others lips.

'Mmmm. I'm not sure it's you that's the lucky one.' He told her, smiling as they finally pulled apart to arms length.

'Oh it is.' She replied softly, her hand reaching down and closing gently over the front of his jeans. 'I'm going to get to play with him again.'

She moved in and kissed him again, all the time fondling his cock through his jeans, bringing it rapidly from soft to rock hard.

'Mmm. It's nice to know he's still interested.' She told him, running her nails over the denim of his jeans and sending lovely little vibrations along his shaft.

'God, how could he not be when you do that?'

Her fingers fumbled for his zip, finding the toggle and swiftly pulling it down.

'Let's see how he likes this.' She breathed in his ear, her fingers seeking and freeing his cock before running lightly up and down its hot hard length.

'He likes it very much.' He answered gruffly, wanting to respond in kind but hesitating just a fraction too long when she dropped to her knees in front of him to gaze contemplatively at his cock, stroking it gently between finger and thumb.

He was shocked, he knew what was coming, or rather he thought he did, but he wasn't sure that a lady as stylish as Fran would do something like that. He waited and he hoped, but she played with him for so long that he began to think he was right. But then, just as he had decided that she didn't intend to do anything like that, she leaned forward and closed her mouth over his tip. 

It was worth the wait, her tongue swirled softly around his glans before she started to take more of him into her mouth, nodding over him slowly so that her mouth and hand worked together to masturbate him. It was so soft, so understated that it was almost teasing and he had to consciously rest his hands on her shoulders to resist the temptation to entangle them in her hair and pull her mouth forcefully onto his cock. But the way she was fellating him felt so good, so damn good, that he could only stare over her gently bobbing head at the bottles and cartons of fertiliser and weed-killer on the shelf opposite and let himself enjoy her attention, in the instinctive certainty that she knew exactly what she was doing.

He was right; she did know exactly what she was doing. Fran was a woman with an instinctive knowledge of how to please a man. Her mouth, warm and soft, travelled up and down his shaft, meeting her hand as it stroked him steadily in the opposite direction. At the same time her tongue danced around the head, licking and lapping at him until he felt he couldn't stand any more. He could soon feel a climax building, causing him to throw his head, back, eyes closed and mouth open, and grip tightly onto Fran's shoulders. His pleasure became more intense as he got closer, taken relentlessly towards an orgasm by her magical mouth.

'Oh my god, Fran. You're going to make me come.' 

He had to warn her. To his unsophisticated mind she seemed too classy for him just to shoot into her mouth. She probably wouldn't want him to do it. But she showed no signs of stopping.

'I'm coming Fran.'

She showed no sign that she'd heard that either, but he wasn't going to be able to hold back.

'Oh god.'

He felt his cum race along his cock and burst from its tip as his climax hit, shooting into Fran's mouth in long powerful spurts. He half expected her to pull away, spitting and cursing, but she just moaned softly and sucked him harder, taking everything he'd got and swallowing it all. He just let it happen, for there was nothing else he could do, except perhaps promise himself that he would return the favour and the pleasure at the earliest chance.

Meanwhile her hand kept wanking him into her mouth until he had nothing left and he stood, propped up by the workbench, his legs trembling, his chest heaving, his heart thumping and his tongue licking dry lips as he tried to absorb what had just happened. Yes, he'd hoped to have sex with her, but he'd anticipated maybe normal sex for her pleasure rather than oral sex for his, and even that had been put in question by the presence of John's sister.

'Thank you.' He managed to whisper.

Fran smiled and licked her lips as she stood up, her hand still wrapped gently around his rapidly softening cock.

'It was my pleasure.' The way she said it made him believe her.

'I didn't think you'd do that.'

'I like doing it. It used to be one of my favourite things. And I like the taste.' She smiled again at the surprise on his face. 'Some women do you know.'

'I know.' He answered. 'I just didn't think you would.'

'Oh but I do. So you'll get more of that if things go well between us.'

She tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped him up. 'Come on, we'd better get some work done, or John will be wondering what we've been up to.'

'Okay.' He forced himself back upright on still wobbly legs. 'What would you like me to do?'

'Are you all right with a petrol mower?' She asked, pointing to an old and obviously well used lawn mower.

'I think so.'

'Good. You do the lawns, there's a heap for grass cuttings behind the shed, and I'll make a start on edging them.'

'You're going to do it?' He was surprised.

'If we both work at it, it'll give us more time at the end without it looking as though you've been slacking.' 

Matt was actually being paid over the odds and he had told his wife his shift was longer than John had actually hired him for, so time was not as critical as it might have been.

'Oh, don't worry; I don't have to be away on the dot.' He told her.

'Good.' Fran chuckled. 'Then having me working too will help to save your energy, won't it?' With that she picked up a set of edging shears, ones that looked just as old and worn as the mower, and set off to make a start.

For a moment he just gazed at her retreating back, astonished once again at how down to earth she really was, and then he disentangled the mower from a coil of wire that had fallen over it and wheeled it from the shed.

For all its apparent age and wear the mower performed well, taking the grass down from its overlong state to a nice even sward at a single pass. The two worked solidly, pausing just occasionally to share a joke or an observation, until finally, and sooner than expected, the lawns were both cut and the edges were trimmed. Matt had taken out another set of shears to help with the edging when lawns were cut and the mower was cleaned and put away, so that gardener and employer worked side by side to finish the job more quickly.

'Good job, Matt.' Fran told him as they walked back towards the house. 'Thank you. Come on, we'll go get a coffee.'

He just smiled and nodded, remembering the job she had done on him. In his mind was the unpleasant thought that, with Mo around, drinking a coffee was all that was likely to happen, regardless of the fact that they'd finished early and regardless of the innuendos he'd been hearing. But then, just as he became more certain of his pessimistic thoughts, Mo came out through the kitchen door carrying a blanket and a book.

'Finished, you two?' She asked cheerily. 'Now you've mown that untidy lawn I thought I'd do a bit of sunbathing on it. I figured I'd get out of your way while you have a break, I'm sure you've got garden business to discuss, and I'm not going to hang around while you decide what to plant where.' She stopped abruptly at a secret thought and suddenly giggled girlishly. 'I might end up getting jealous.'

Matt stopped dead in astonishment and watched Mo retreating across the lawn, remembering her earlier remarks about being a chaperone. 'Did I hear that right? She knows, doesn't she?'

'Not from me, she doesn't, not for certain anyway. But as I said, she isn't stupid, and I think I gave the game away a little bit when I was waiting for you to arrive.' Fran looked at Matt apologetically. 'I saw her looking at me funny because I couldn't help keep looking at the clock and glancing out of the window.' 

'So will she tell your husband? I mean, she is supposed to be your chaperone, isn't she?'

'No, she won't say anything to John. That's why she gone out to sunbathe, so that she can honestly say she hasn't seen anything. She'll go through the motions of being our chaperone, but she's got a well developed blind eye just so long as we're discreet. I trust her.'

That was good enough for Matt, who had probably less to lose than Fran. 'Well, if you do, I do.'

Fran smiled and came over to him, hooking her hands around his neck and pulling herself closer. 'She hasn't had much to not see yet, has she.' She whispered. 'Shall we change that?'

Matt opened his mouth to reply, but a lovely soft and warm set of lips stopped him. He didn't need any more hints, his arms went around her and he kissed her back, feeling her wriggling gently, pushing herself up close against him and murmuring something meaningless into his mouth. He could feel himself responding, his cock unfurling behind his zip.

'Let's go upstairs.' Her invitation made his heart beat just that bit quicker.

'What about Mo?' He asked as they separated.

Fran chuckled and pointed out of the window. 'She won't bother us, look.' 




The Gardener



Mo was lying on her side, facing away from the window and apparently engrossed in her book. Matt wasn't sure if she was wearing a black bikini now, or had just stripped down to black underwear, but whichever it was, she presented shapely legs and a well rounded rear to his view. He was surprised just how nice her figure actually was for her age, or at least, the parts that he could see.

'Not bad for an over sixty, is she?' Fran stood beside him, looking at her sister.

'Not as lovely as you though.' Matt tried for a few brownie points as he pulled his boots off.

Fran giggled. 'You haven't seen me in the daylight yet.' She told him, reminding him of their midnight encounter. 'But it's time we changed that.' She took his hand and led him towards the stairs.

'We'll use the guest room.' Fran told him as they climbed the wide stairway together. 'I wouldn't be comfortable in our bedroom, and in any case, it wouldn't do for John to smell sex when he goes to bed tonight, now would it?'

Matt had to agree, even though her remarks had triggered his first pangs of guilt about what he was doing. 'Guest room it is, then.'

Inside the room Fran pushed the door shut and came up to Matt again, pecking him briefly on the lips before backing away and beginning to unbutton her blouse. 'Let's undress.'

'I've been looking forward to this.' She told him as the blouse swung open to reveal a virginally white lace bra that hinted at dark nipples through the gauzy material.

'Me too.' Matt pulled his t-shirt over his head and sniffed at it. 'I'm sorry I'm a bit sweaty from the garden.'

'Don't be.' Fran let her slacks fall and stepped out of them. 'I like a man's scent, so long as it's fresh. It turns me on.'

Matt stopped what he was doing and just looked at her, standing and smiling unselfconsciously in her underwear. Yes, sure, there were a few marks of maturity, an occasional imperfection and a few minor creases where teenage skin would be smooth, but she was over forty, years older than his twenty-nine, and he thought she was beautiful. 

'Will I do?' She asked, head tilted under his frank gaze. 

'More than do.' His voice sounded husky even to his own ears. 'You're gorgeous.'

He undressed like an automaton, unable to take his eyes from her, watching as she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms to show off her breasts, full and firm, and tipped with long dark nipples, and then staring even more openly as she pushed her panties down and kicked them away. Her dark, curly pubic bush was untrimmed and natural, hiding her pussy. He guessed hopefully from his night time memory that it covered a pronounced mound and full labial lips, and he couldn't wait to discover if he was correct. As he slid his boxer shorts down his cock sprang to attention, telling of its own wish to find out too.

She reached out a hand and led him silently to the bed.

'Do you want to wear anything?' She asked quietly, glancing meaningfully at his cock.

'Not if I don't need to.' He told her, remembering that they had made love without protection the last time and wanting to do exactly the same this time.

'You don't need to.' She lay on the bed and almost hesitantly pulled him down with her. 'But don't rush it; we've got the time to make love properly this time.' She was harking back to their first meeting, when urgent desire took the place of finesse.

He was lying on his side, propped on one arm and looking down at her, seeing a beautiful and mature woman with just a little sudden vulnerability and submission in her eyes. There had been a note of pleading in her voice, as if she had surrendered to him, allowing him control of their lovemaking. She deserved to be treated properly. He didn't really know why, but he felt himself constrained to give her as much enjoyment as possible, perhaps as a fellow traveller escaping from the limitations of a cold marriage. 'I'm not going to rush. I want to explore and enjoy you, is that all right?'

A misty expression came over her face as she relaxed back. 'Oh yes. That sounds wonderful.'

He leaned forward and kissed her briefly, the same kind of brief peck that she had given him earlier, and then reached out with his free hand to her breast. At first he simply circled one breast with gentle fingertips, letting his touch meander softly over her skin, but then he began to widen his circle, taking in her other breast, her upper body, her neck and the tops of her arms, stroking and caressing until her eyes closed and she moaned quietly. He smiled to himself and then leaned over again to kiss her, more firmly this time. Her arms came up and around his neck, holding him into the kiss.

For a minute or so he let himself be kissed, his hand trapped between them, but then he pulled it free and, still kissing her, let it trail zigzag style down Fran's body to skate across the top of her pubes. She gasped and released him, letting her head fall back but with her eyes still closed, wanting him to touch her more intimately.

Deliberately he ignored her hint and, gazing now at the changing expressions on her face, trailed his fingers the whole length of her torso back to run them softly around her throat. She moaned again, part pleasure and part need, her hand twitching as if she wanted to take his and guide it but changed her mind and let him carry on as he wished.

Once again he let his hand roam, for a time letting it wander under and around her breasts, turning it over so that his nails caught at her nipples on the way past, the sensation bringing a sharp intake of breath. Then he moved on, caressing her body all the way from neck to hairline, touching her sometimes so softly there was hardly contact, sometimes stroking more firmly, sometimes meandering around her neck and breast, sometimes running further down to stroke her upper thighs, ignoring her silent pleas when she parted her legs in anticipation. She had one arm around his shoulders and he felt her fingers tighten on him as he travelled over her lower abdomen where her skin moved and twitched in response to the contact. She squirmed under his touch and her mouth opened to speak, only to shut again when his wandering fingertips finally moved onto her pubic mound and brought out a sigh of pleasure and happiness.

His immediate instinct was to play with her pussy, to enter it, to finger it and to thrust into it until she came, just as he had on the park bench. But he wanted to do more than that. He wanted to make sure she was totally satisfied, if only because he wanted this to be only the first of many sessions and he needed her to crave more. So instead he slid his fingers sideways onto the top of her leg, following it down and then as he reached as far as he could, he returned up the inside of her thigh, stroking straight over her pussy and onto her stomach once again, catching her clitoris with a fingertip as he went. Several times he repeated this, making her gasp by hooking his fingertip so that his nail made contact with her clit. Then, the next time he pressed the flat of his finger onto her pussy as he stroked past it, causing her lips to open just enough for his finger to slide a little way inside. Fran spread her legs wider, encouraging him, her fingers tightening on his shoulder. He took advantage, lingering at her pussy, holding her labia apart with two fingers while dipping another into her before withdrawing and stroking the length of her slit to end by flicking her clit. Her breath was becoming ragged and her head was beginning to roll from side to side. He smiled; she was on the verge of coming, and he knew it before she finally spoke, her voice tight and erratic.

'Don't tease me, Matt. Please let me come.'

Matt relented. He wanted to take her to the height of pleasure, not the height of frustration. Now he shuffled down the bed just a little, leaning down to take her nipple into his mouth and suck it hard. At the same time he pushed two fingers straight into her vagina, plunging deeply in and out as fast as he could. Her reaction was almost instant. Her eyes shot wide, her back arched and her body began to shudder as her climax suddenly arrived.

'Oh, oh, oh, oh God!' She cried out loud as she went over the edge, her hips jerking against Matt's fingers. The hand that she had been holding his shoulder with suddenly clutched at him as if in spasm and her free hand flailed wildly before grabbing hold of the sheet beneath her to as if allow her to cope with the waves of pleasure that engulfed her. With his mouth still around her nipple he peered up and watched her bite at her lips as urge after surge of pure ecstasy ripped through her, his own pleasure for the moment stemming from the enjoyment he knew he was giving her.

When it was finally over they lay side by side, he still on his side, watching her as she sprawled on her back, eyes staring, chest heaving and mouth just sagging open. The only sound for a little while was that of their breathing as Fran tried to recover her composure. 

'You can come more than once, can't you?' Matt asked eventually, beginning to believe that he had satisfied her completely and by doing so had blown his own chances.

She giggled between breaths. 'You keep doing things like that, and I can keep coming forever.' She told him solemnly.

'You see this?' She asked after a moment, pointing directly at her pussy. 

Matt nodded, unsure where she was heading.

'Well, John doesn't want it, so it's yours - and so am I.'

Alarm must have flickered across his face because Fran giggled again. 'No, I'm not looking to divorce him and move in with you, or anything quite so drastic. I just mean that I want us to make love whenever we can, whenever you want to.' She paused, still just a little out of breath, and looked up at him. 'I've never been touched like that before, never. How could I ever say no to you when you're that good to me?'

'I hope we never want to say no to each other.' Matt replied, a little overwhelmed by her words.

'We won't.' She smiled up at him. 'And now it's your turn.'

'How are we for time?' He asked, not wanting to overshoot his supposed shift by too obvious a margin.

'We're fine, plenty of time left yet.'

'Good, because I've had my turn in the shed, remember? And I've got something I want to do to you yet.' 

Fran looked at him sharply, and he could tell that she was wondering quite what he had in mind. 

'Don't worry, nothing kinky.' He smiled as he reassured her, and then moved down the bed until he was kneeling between her legs. 'I'm just going to return the favour.'

'Kinky to one person is normal to another.' She pointed out, as she opened her legs wider and pulled them back out of the way ready for him to go down on her.

'True.' He acknowledged, gazing at her openly displayed pussy. 'Some people might even find you flaunting yourself like this as kinky.'

Fran giggled, just slightly embarrassed. 'It can't be the most attractive thing you've ever seen.'

'Don't you believe it.' He moved forward to rest himself on his elbows and bring his face closer to her pussy, reaching out and spreading her labia with his two thumbs, his eyes going from her engorged clitoris to her vagina, wet and gaping with arousal and readiness. 'It looks wonderful to me.'

He could sense that she was tensing herself waiting for him to begin, and with a deliberate cruelty that he didn't know he was capable of, he stayed still just looking at her. He could see the moisture glistening around her entrance where he had fingered her, and where it had trickled down to gather and shine around her anus. For maybe a full minute he just stared at her, making her wriggle with impatience and embarrassment, and then he could restrain himself no longer and he lowered his mouth to her pussy and began licking her clitoris. 

Oral sex was something that Matt had always enjoyed doing, and he was determined that both should get as much pleasure as possible from his attention to Fran's clit. His mouth closed over it, sucking it between his lips so that it could be massaged by his tongue. His lips held it firm, keeping the tip inside his mouth so that he could use his tongue on it, licking, flicking and probing, repeatedly running his tongue tip over her clitoral tip. He could hear her gasping and moaning and, looking up her body, he could see her head tipped back, the muscles on the underside of her jaw taut and set. 

Then, as he lapped at Fran's clit, he moved his hands so that he could reach her entrance, pushing two fingers into her to wriggle and turn inside her as if attempting to screw themselves deeper. She was now gasping louder, the knuckles of her hands, still holding her legs out of the way, showing white as her fingers dug cruelly into the backs of her legs. He changed his actions now, intent on bringing her orgasm forward and, instead of simply licking her clit, he covered his teeth with his lips and gently bit into it, nibbling away with a series of sharp little nips, each time pulling at it until it slipped from between his teeth. At the same time he began to thrust his fingers hard into her, ramming them deep and pulling back, almost out before plunging back in.

Her second climax was unbelievably fierce, making her cry out unintelligible words, her tongue licking at her lips and her torso jerking and jolting from muscles trying to lift her rolled back pelvis from the bed. Matt smiled to himself at his success, but he continued sucking at pussy all the way through her orgasm, sending her into stronger and stronger spasms of pleasure. Only when it was clear that it had peaked did he begin to slow up, and then he withdrew his fingers only to give her orgasm sensitised pussy long sweeps of his tongue, making her gasp with each one.

'Oh stop. For God's sake stop.' She finally capitulated, letting her legs fall back to the bed beside Matt's face. She didn't want him to stop, but she just couldn't take anymore right then, her heart was already thumping as if to burst and she was gasping hard for breath. But even then, he didn't really stop immediately, his tongue continued long, slow, gentle sweeps along the whole length of her slit, running languidly from her perineum to her clit.

'Oh my god, are you trying to kill me?' She physically pushed his face away from her pussy with her hands. 'Give me a chance to get my breath back.'

Matt reluctantly pulled away, recognising her words as signifying a temporary halt rather then wanting to stop altogether. But instead of rolling to the side, as she might have expected, he moved up over her, keeping her legs spread either side of him, until he was face to face with her, and then he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her with lips still wet from her juices and with a tongue tired from lapping at her slit.

She pulled her mouth away to gasp for breath. 'God, I want you.' She told him breathlessly, wriggling beneath him and then closing her eyes with pleasure as his rock hard erection nudged impatiently against her thigh.

'You're going to get me.' He told her with a grin, adjusting his position so that the tip of his cock now rested on her pussy, just above the entrance to her passage. She tensed herself for him to enter her, but he waited, unsure if she was ready.

She willed him to enter her, waiting, wanting. 

'Yes, do it.' She finally told him, unable to wait longer even though her previous climax was still making her heart race. Her assurance was all he needed and his cock slid inside, right inside, feeling it go all the way into her vagina in one wonderful thrust. He withdrew, pulling back until just the tip rested between her pussy lips and he could hear her whimpering in her need. Several times her repeated the action, deliberately teasing her, taking her to her limit of endurance, and his own, before he surrendered to his own arousal and began fucking her properly with long hard thrust that got steadily faster and stronger as he felt his own climax begin to collect. Fran thrust back at him, increasing the effect by lifting her bottom from the bed as he pushed inside her. Harder and harder they pushed against each other, both of them working towards their own orgasms.

Hers came first, notwithstanding the fact that she had climaxed only minutes before she suddenly felt an orgasm explode inside her, an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm that threatened to blow her mind apart. 

Then, before hers had properly subsided, and while she was still pushing wildly back at him, Matt growled deep in his throat and thrust forcefully into her, feeling his cock twitching as spurts of cum flooded from him. He wanted to speak, to tell her how good it felt, but he couldn't do anything except groan with every spurt. Even when he had finished and his cock began to soften inside her he could only lie between her legs spent and sweating until finally Fran prodded him and he rolled reluctantly to the side.

'I think we'd best get dressed.' She whispered. 'Before Mo gets jealous.'

'I suppose.' He agreed. 'But I can't say I want to.'

'Nor me, but we've got to stick plausibly close to the time you're supposed to be here, or someone will notice.'

They dressed in silence and when they were ready to go downstairs Fran went up to him and kissed him hard but briefly on the lips. 

'Thank you.' She said. 'It's so good to have someone want you. You have no idea how much today has done for my self confidence.'

'I have you know.' He told her. 'Don't forget I'm in just the same boat.'

They went downstairs to find Mo dressed again and sitting waiting quietly in the kitchen. For a brief moment Matt panicked, thinking they were caught out, but she just smiled at them both and then turned to Fran. 'Sorry, it clouded over and got a bit chilly out there. Were you showing him around the house?'

Fran smiled conspiratorially. 'Just the important parts.'

Mo chuckled suddenly, looking from one to the other of them. 'You know, looking at you two it's amazing how a coffee break seems to have taken more out of you than the actual work.'

'Yes, it is surprising, isn't it?' Fran told her, trying unsuccessfully to look innocent.

'But I don't suppose John needs to know that, does he.' Mo grinned. 'And I don't suppose I need tell him about the noises I could hear, either?'

'No, don't tell him, he might think we've got ghosts.'

'I never heard a thing, you lucky buggers.'

'Same time next week okay Matt?' Fran asked, ignoring Mo's remark.

'And save your strength.' Mo advised him, trying to look serious. 'These coffee breaks can be quite demanding.'



The Gardener



Megan poured herself a nice cool glass of lemonade from a pitcher that was on the patio table. Picking up a precut wedge of lemon she rested it on the edge of her tumbler. Luscious lips painted a soft sensuous shade of red puckered as she took a long refreshing sip. Boy, it was hot out! Walking over to the chaise lounge, Megan slipped off her heeled sandals and gingerly laid back to get comfortable. The wide brimmed hat that she wore to protect her face from the UV rays of the sun was slipped from her head and placed on the table next to her drink. Placing a hand over her brow to shade her eyes from the glare, Megan looked up and saw Bill trimming the bushes that bordered her yard giving her the privacy she preferred. 

Her eyes traveled from his short hair to the smooth tanned back and arms that glistened with sweat. They continued down to the khaki shorts that were just tight enough to outline a nice firm set of buttocks. He had long lean legs that ended with his bare feet in a pair of sandals. Smiling to herself, she wondered what Bill was wearing under those shorts, briefs or boxers? She stared and stared but damned if she could not find the outline that would give his secret away.

Bill looked over at Megan and saw her checking him out as he trimmed her bushes. He could feel the heat of her gaze that easily outdid the sun on the hottest of days. She was one fine woman he thought and he always enjoyed it when it was the O'Brien's day for yard work. He lifted his arm and waved to her. Her return wave was a subtle curl of her fingers from the hand that still shaded her eyes.

Megan was happy that she was far enough away from Bill that he could not see the blush on her cheeks from being caught checking him out so thoroughly. Resting her head back, Meg picked up her book and began to read. 

It was either the hot sun or the steamy love scene she had just read, she wasn't sure which, but it caused her to have such a hot flash that she decided to open a few buttons at the neck of her summer dress. Without being fully aware she did it, Meg opened her legs a little and lifted the hem of her dress to bare her legs. That's better. She picked up her book and began to read again.

From the other side of the yard, Bill had put down the hedge trimmer and glanced over at the lovely brunette as she was making herself more comfortable and was trying to cool off. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his back but it was the prickling tingle of the hair on his balls that caused him to harden as he watched her. He could see that as she fussed about in the chair, her dress rose just a bit higher baring her legs more and more. Turning his back to her so he could adjust the change in his body to a more comfortable position, he moaned quietly as he imagined it was her hand touching him. 

"Get back to work, Bill!" He scolded himself and bent down to pick up the trimmings that fell to the ground.

Megan looked up and saw that Bill had turned away from her and was busy picking up the trimmings. She recaptured the words she had just read in her book but this time the man was Bill and she was the woman. Looking at his tanned back, Megan allowed her mind to picture the scene again. Her eyes drifted shut as her mind strayed to the story excerpt she had read….

Bill stood next to Megan as she lay on her bed. His hand reached out and traced her full lips. It was not the touch of his finger nor was it the look of his handsome naked body; it was the sensuous passion filled gaze his eyes held when he looked deep into hers. While looking deep into her eyes, Bill allowed his hand to fall from her lips and continue to draw an invisible line down her chin. His large warm hand cupped her breast. His thumb flicked gently over her raised nipple, not only making it pucker and swell but it caused an electric bolt of passion streak from her breasts to her groin. Her head rolled across the pillow, back and forth as moans softly slipped from her lovely lips….

Megan's hand slid down her tummy and it cupped against the dampened panties beneath her dress that had ridden up even higher as she fantasized. Moans slipped softly from her lips just as they had in her dream. The sound surprised her and she opened her eyes, to see that Bill was no longer on the other side of the yard but right there at the end of her chair. He had a birds-eye view of her touching herself. Megan's eyes traveled down his body and rested on the proud bulge in those khaki shorts. Still touching herself as if her hand were glued to her panties, Megan tore her eyes away from his groin to look up into his eyes. If Bill were not already painfully aware that Megan was past the point of no return, he would have thought she was in pain. Her brow was wrinkled; her lovely eyes were glassy but the glaze did not hide the pleading look she offered Bill. Bill was not quite at the same point as Megan, so he was wary of touching her at this point; at least not with his hands, but his eyes were another matter.

Megan's eyes dropped down to his bulge again and returned quickly to his eyes and back silently pleading with him to join her. Without any hesitation, Bill slowly undid his shorts and slid his hand inside. As the material parted and fell to his feet, Megan could see why she could not tell if Bill was wearing boxers or briefs, he was wearing neither. Encouraged by his daring action, Megan was not about to be undone. Lifting her bottom from the lounge, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long tanned legs. Once they reached her ankles, she just used one foot to hook the dainty lace and tug it off and onto the patio not all that far from Bill's shorts. Lifting her dress just high enough to offer Bill the loveliest of views. She tantalized him even more by raising her knees and letting them drop open. 

If it was possible Bill hardened even more. His own rough hand gripped his cock and was slowly stroking himself as his eyes feasted on the delectable morsel in front of him. He watched as her hand rested on her lightly haired pubis, and her lovely fingers cupped the shaven lips between her legs. The view of her lovely cunt was hidden by her fingers but to his immense relief not for long. Her fingers rose to that secret place all women have and men search for. Her knowing fingers pulled back the hood and out popped the prettiest pink bud. Her finger pressed on her clit hard, his eyes never strayed and he was rewarded with a glimpse of her shiny honey moistening her pretty nether lips as she played. Her mouth opened again and he saw her pink tongue slip out to slide along her dry lips moistening them too. Bill couldn't decide which pair of moist lips he wanted to feast his eyes on. Both had him mesmerized. 

Still stroking slowly, he lowered his eyes again and watched her play. Her finger dipped down between her spread legs and caressed her slightly parted lips. Staring he saw her finger dip into her slit and it came out delicately greased with her own honey. Slowly, Megan gently caressed her clit and his cock head swelled as he watched her clit do the same. 

"Ohhh God!" He murmured.

He knew she must have been feeling the very same ache in the gut that he was feeling. Without missing a stroke his eyes flew to hers as he heard her breath rasp out in little gasps. She was cumming and he knew he would not be far from doing the same. He could not watch her trembling lips, her eyes, as they closed, not even her face as her hair flew across it while her head tossed from side to side, without cumming himself. But he had to admit that it was those soft little moans he heard slip from her that was his undoing.

He closed his own eyes, but that did not prevent him from seeing her in his minds eye. As he felt his own cum simmer in his tightened pouch, getting ready to erupt from his body, he saw her soft petals opening like a flower showing him her pink glistening pussy, pretty as the smooth insides of a conch shell. His mind saw her swelling bud peek from his protective hood as her manipulating fingers teased it until she began her orgasm. Shiny lips from both her mouth and her 'playground' flashed behind his eyelids causing him to moan out load as he felt the first spurt of cum shoot from his cock. Stroking more fervently, he felt another and then another explode from him. As his hand slowed, his eyes opened and he looked over and saw Megan staring at him just as he had watched her. She smiled. He smiled. A giggle from her; a laugh from him. Before they knew it, they were both laughing. Naked, Bill walked over and sat next to her on the chaise. Megan moved over so he could have room. They had calmed themselves to just smiles now.

"That was incredible!" Bill spoke first.

"Yes" She whispered back, "It was, wasn't it?"

"I think you are incredible, Megan." Bill said seriously.

"Thank you, Bill." Meg smiled. "You are not so bad yourself."

"Thank you." Bill grinned.

"This politeness is getting silly, don't you think?" She countered.

"You're right." He laughed. But a split second later he was very serious. "I want to fuck you Megan. What we just did was fantastic. I loved it but I must feel my cock inside you. I want more."

"Bill, yes. I want it too. Let's go inside."

Bill rose, leaving his discarded shorts and her panties on the patio. Megan got up too and led Bill into the house. They no sooner closed the patio door when Bill grabbed Megan around the waist and lifted her onto the island in the center of her bright kitchen. Bill's hand unbuttoned the rest of her dress until it fell open. He was thrilled to see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were swollen with nipples pointing out begging to be sucked. He obliged. His mouth captured one taut bud suckling her hard, no longer wanting to be gentle. His mouth spit it out so he could rush to taste the other. It was just as tasty. But he wanted to taste more. His big hand spread across her breasts and pushed her back. Megan, unprepared for his push, fell back onto her elbows, lifting her head to watch him. Bill opened the remains of her sundress and spread her legs in one swift motion. Dropping to one knee, his face was right where he wanted it, between tanned thighs and so close to her scented treasure. Megan raised her heels to the counter in a position much like the one that women are required to at the gynecologists once a year. Only, Bill was not playing doctor. He wanted to feast his eyes on her and enjoy every peek at her most intimate parts. But he did not want to feast only with his eyes, he wanted to breathe deeply of the scent of her; the scent that cause his cock to harden again. His mouth reached in to taste her. It closed over her cunt as it would in a kiss. His tongue slipped between her soft lips and delved inside to explore the softness he knew was there. He raised his head and lapped at her clit and he heard her scream. 

"Oh God, Omigod, Bill! Fuck me. I want you inside me NOW!"

Ignoring her pleas, Bill pressed his tongue hard against her clit. He felt her squirm and her hips were undulating as if she were fucking his face. His fingers spread her lips wide so he could dive in and taste her cum as it flowed from her onto his tongue. She tasted sweet. She tasted like heaven. He wanted her. His cock was throbbing and he couldn't believe he would be ready again this soon but he was. He was going to cum himself only this time he wanted to cum inside her.

Bill moved his face away from Megan so quickly she didn't have time to realize what he was doing. His hands pulled her upward so she was standing before him. Bill grabbed her hand and took her over to the table and turned her so her back was to him. Pushing her down and over the table, her face and breasts were pressed against it. He spread her legs like a cop about to pat down a criminal. Bent over, Megan turned her head to the side and moaned when she felt his cock touch her cunt lips. She felt them spread open and close around his hardness. Slowly, he pushed in and pulled out to moisten the head in her juices. Once he knew he was lubricated enough, he slid inside her, like a hot knife through soft butter.

"ohhhhhhhhh yessssssssssss!" he moaned as he shoved inside her hungry cunt. Gripping her hips from behind, Bill could not go slowly any more. Slamming into her, his cock went deep making them both grunt like animals with each thrust. 

"Faster Bill, Harder" Meg screamed

He didn't need to be told. He thrust his cock to the hilt, gaining speed each time. Her lovely petals gripped his cock and held him tight. Bill pulled from her suction and it was unbelievably wonderful. So much so, he had to shove deep inside that warm moist cavern to feel the suction again as he pulled out. In and out, faster and harder, just as she had begged him to. And just as before he felt his cum bubble in his scrotum like a volcano holding boiling lava. 

One last thrust and he was there. Moaning he pushed and shoved as deep inside of her as he could go. Megan was there too. He knew it. He could tell by the pulsating walls of her cunt gripping him and holding him and not letting him go. Their bodies rose to orgasm together and neither of them were quiet. She screamed and he moaned. He couldn't thrust any more. He just held his cock deep inside and allowed his release to splash inside her. Her juices flowed just as freely. 

With his strength sapped from his body, Bill leaned forward to rest on her body. Careful to keep his weight from hurting her, he pulled her hair away and kissed her neck.

Whispering softly into her ear, "My God, woman I am going to have to rest up for next week."

"Yes, you are. Bill because I was just thinking I might like to get my bushes trimmed twice a week. Are you available?"

Rising up from the table he brought her with him, Bill turned Megan so she was folded in his arms.

"For you, lovely lady, I am most definitely available, even after hours!"

(c) 2002, Misty's Erotic Stories



The Gardener



A good friend of mine was going out of town for a month and she asked me if I would stop by her house every few days to get the mail and check on it. I didn't even hesitate in answering because she had such a lovely house. I loved to hang out in her garden as well.

Saturday morning found me, coffee in hand, looking out at her garden and wondering how she could leave it for a whole month. I also wondered how it looked so good even though she wasn't there. I opened the back door and slipped outside.

The heady aroma of hydrangeas was the first thing I noticed. It washed over me as I walked down the grassy path. I breathed in several times and almost felt giddy from the smell. I took a quick tour around and marveled at the abundance of flowers and greenery. It was stunning, actually.

When I got back to the house, I could hear water running outside. I looked around for the source of it. I saw a hose stretched out on the grass and followed it until the end. A slender hand held the end of the hose. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous creature watering the rose bushes. She was a petite Latino woman with long, dark hair. Even though she was short, she had generous curves. My eyes took in this sight for a full minute before she noticed me.

She let out a short gasp of surprise when she saw me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I said, stepping out of the shadows.

"I didn't think anyone would be here," she said, recovering.

"Oh, Justine asked me to stop by and check the house while she was gone."

I smiled and discreetly looked at her full soft breasts pushing against her t-shirt.

"My name is Diana," I said. "Are you the gardener responsible for this beautiful scenery?"

She blushed slightly and shut off the water.

"I'm Rose and yes, I try to keep it looking great. Although Justine did most of the work."

"A gardener named Rose...interesting..."

We both laughed.

"Do you mind if I watch?" I asked as I followed her around.

"Not at all. I don't have too much to do."

She bent down to pluck a few weeds and my mouth went dry at the sight of her round ass. I was really being bad that day.

We made small talk for a bit as she watered, clipped and weeded. I found out she was divorced, mid-thirties and gardening full time for a few different houses. She really liked her job.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Um, well...I'm a part time herbologist. I help people live better lives naturally," I said, laughing.

"Oh, that sounds interesting. What else do you do?"

I looked up at her. "I'm a dominatrix."

She frowned. "What's that?"

"You don't know?"

She shook her head.

"I, uh, it's a sexual thing actually. I like to dominate people and make them submit to me."

Her eyes widened a bit, as she looked at me in a whole new light.

"You make men do whatever you want? Like serve you?"

"Well, not men. Just women."

She quickly looked away and started trimming furiously.

"So you're a lesbian?" she asked quietly.

"No, I'm not. I have a boyfriend. I'm bisexual."

She fumbled a little with the clippers just then.

"Be careful," I said gently. 

She set the clippers aside and started to pick up the dead pieces of the rosebush.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" I asked.

She was silent for a minute and I realized I probably had gone too far. I stood up and figured it was time to go.

"Once, but..."

Her long hair was covering her face as she gathered the debris into a pile.

"But, we didn't do anything...just kissed. It was a long time ago."

"I see. Well, I didn't mean to intrude. I probably should get going and let you finish up."

She stood up and her dark eyes regarded me. For a minute time stood still as I looked at her and took in the sight of her loveliness. 

"You're beautiful, Rose," I whispered. "I can't take my eyes off you..."

She blushed again and lowered her eyes. At that moment she was the picture of submissiveness. I forgot everything else and took a step towards her and lifted her chin in my hand.

Our eyes met and I instinctively leaned in to kiss her. When my lips met hers, I could feel the heat of her. She was burning with desire. I firmly held her arms as my mouth crushed hers and forced it open. My tongue was eager to taste her and her mouth was just as eager for me. She opened herself up for me let my tongue snake into her wetness. I felt her shudder.

My hands slid behind her back and down to her ripe ass. I pressed into her firm flesh and moved her body closer to mine. The instant her breasts touched mine I felt the warmth spread throughout my body and my pussy began to throb. I broke the kiss and pulled away. We were both breathing hard.

"Oh please, Diana, don't stop," she gasped.

"No, that's enough for now."

I looked at the hard points of her nipples pushing through her bra and t-shirt.

"I want you, Rose, but not now and not this way."

"But...how? When?"

"I want to dominate you - I know you would like it. When are you due back here?"

"Tuesday."

"Ok, then. Are you willing to submit to me?"

She nodded and I saw the passion in her eyes. I definitely woke something up. I reached out my hand and stroked her hair and pulled her close to me again for a quick kiss.

"When I see you on Tuesday you are to address me as Mistress, understood?"

"Yes," she murmured. My face was buried in her hair.

"I promise that you will not feel any unnecessary pain, but it may get uncomfortable at times. If you want to stop at any time, just tell me."

"I will."

"Good."

I licked her earlobe softly before pulling away.

"One last thing - no bra and panties and make sure your pussy is shaved."

And with that I turned and walked away.

I told Mike what I was going to do on Tuesday and he agreed to leave work early and meet me at Justine's. His eyes lit up when I described to him what I had in mind for our little slut. I didn't tell her that Mike would be joining us, but I had a feeling she wouldn't mind. In fact, by the time we were done, she'd be begging to be fucked.

I showed up on Tuesday with my bag of tricks and found Rose in the garden waiting. She was sitting on the stone bench in the middle of the garden. When she saw me, her eyes lit up and she smiled.

"Hello, Diana," she said.

I looked at her sternly. "That's Mistress to you, slut."

Her face fell a bit as she realized that I was dead serious about what I was and what we were going to do.

"Sorry, Mistress," she said softly.

"Kneel before me."

She got down on her knees and lowered her head.

"Did you do as I asked?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And what was that?"

"I didn't wear any bra or panties."

"And?"

She hesitated for a second. "I-I shaved my pussy."

"Good girl. Now stand up."

She stood before me and I could clearly see her dark nipples through her blouse. I couldn't wait to suck them into my mouth, but first it was time to show her who was in charge.

I led her over to the old clothesline in the corner of the yard and got a piece of rope from my bag. 

"Hold out your hands for me," I said.

She held them out and I bound them tightly and raised them over her head. I secured her hands to the metal pole that held one end of the clothesline. I pulled the rope hard so that she had to stand on her toes. She would be uncomfortable, but not too much. Next I took out my favorite ball gag and strapped that to her head. Her eyes went very wide as I did this, but I assured her that it would be all right. Lastly I blindfolded her. I could tell she definitely wasn't expecting that.

As I was standing there admiring my work, Mike entered the yard. I smiled at him as he took in the sight before me.

"Oh my, she looks lovely," he said before giving me a kiss.

"Yes, she does."

We gazed at our pretty slut bound before us. At the sound of Mike's voice, she had tensed up a bit, not expecting someone else to be joining us.

I got the garden hose and turned it on.

"I think she needs to cool off," I said casually.

Mike laughed and I turned the hose onto Rose. She squealed behind her gag and squirmed as the cold water soaked her. She twisted and tried to avoid it, but it was no use. In a few minutes she was drenched. I shut off the hose and went over to her.

Her dark nipples were hard as rocks and we could see them clearly through her blouse. I flicked my thumb over one and she squirmed again.

"Mmm, nice tits," Mike said as he squeezed the other one. He lowered his head to her breast and began to suck her nipple through the wet fabric. Rose moaned behind her gag but didn't try to move away.

"She likes it," I said.

Mike bit down on her nipple and there was a muffled scream.

"She didn't like that," he said, laughing.

I unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her ripe tits for us. We both admired the firmness and the dark color of her nipples. I pushed the fabric aside and cupped both mounds in my hands.

"Oh yes, very nice. We'll have to tie these babies up."

I got another rope and began to bind her breasts tightly. This caused them to stick out even more. I knew that a few minutes of this and they would be extremely sensitive. Her nipples began to flatten out a bit.

Next I unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her thighs and pulled them off. Her newly shaved pussy was exposed to us. I smiled and stepped behind her to get a look at her ass. It was heavenly and I knew I would enjoy whipping it. But first, I wanted to prepare it. I got a butt plug and lubed it heavily before pushing it into her tight hole. She winced and pulled away, but I was able to get it into her.

"This slut looks great, Diana, I can't wait to use her," Mike said. I could see his cock getting hard through his jeans and I smiled.

"I think she needs a little discipline, don't you?"

"Definitely."

I got my leather whip out stood in front of Rose.

"Ok, slut. Remember, if you want to stop, you just tell us, understand?"

She nodded.

"Are you ready to stop?"

She shook her head back and forth.

"Ok...here goes."

I took the whip and began to lightly swat her bound breasts. She screamed behind the gag and thrashed around. I struck her again and again until there were red marks on her tits before moving to her stomach and thighs. I was going easy on her, but her screams didn't stop until I did. 

"Shall I stop now?" I asked.

Again she shook her head.

"Wow, what a pain slut," Mike laughed.

"Yup," I answered. "But we'll give her a rest."

I was feeling incredible turned on and I suddenly wanted to be naked. It was a hot afternoon and I was beginning to sweat. I shed my clothes and went over to Mike. His shirt was off and the sweat made his tanned skin shiny. He pulled me close to him and kissed my roughly.

"I need you inside me," I gasped between kisses. "I'm so turned on..."

"Wow, you usually wait," he said pulling away from me.

"I know, but she's making me so fucking horny," I laughed.

"Mmmm...well, I'm not complaining. How do you want it?"

I had an idea.

"Fuck me from behind - nice and hard, baby. I'm going to hold on to our slut while you do it."

I bent over and grabbed Rose's hips so my face was just below her gorgeous tits. She jumped a little in surprise but didn't try to move away. Mike got behind me and freed his cock from his pants and placed it at the entrance to my pussy.

"Yeah, now fuck me," I groaned. "Make me cum hard."

He pushed his cock into me quickly and I cried out at the force. I held onto Rose tightly as he began to pound my sopping cunt.

"Fuck you're wet, Diana..."

"Yesssss...so wet for you, baby."

I spread my legs wide urging him to go deeper and faster. My head was pushing into Rose's belly and I could smell the sweet smell of her sex. I smiled, as I knew the sounds of our fucking were turning her on.

"You like this slut?" I whispered to her.

I heard a moan come from behind the gag and I smiled. I lifted my head and found one overly sensitive nipple and sucked it into my mouth. My tongue ran circles around the tender nub until it was rock hard again. Rose squirmed and I could hear moaning deep in her throat.

Mike pumped away and I suddenly felt myself get really close. I wanted it to go forever, but I was too far-gone. I lifted my head from Rose's breast and looked back at him.

"Oh fuck, Mike, I'm gonna cum...."

"Oh yeah, cum for me, baby - let me feel it."

At that instant the world went a little hazy as the orgasm exploded deep inside me. I held onto Rose as my body convulsed and shook with the force of it. I cried out and slumped down to the ground. In a daze I felt Mike's cock slide out of me and fell to the cool wet grass panting.

"Geez, Diana...are you ok?"

I was smiling from such a great orgasm.

"Fuck yeah. I'm fine," I said getting up.

Mike helped me get to my feet and I felt a bit light-headed. I looked down at Mike's hardness and saw my juices coating it.

"I'm sorry - you didn't cum, did you?"

He laughed. "That's ok, I think I'll survive for now."

I went over to our slut and began to untie her from the clothesline. I removed the ropes from her bound breasts, as they were very dark from the blood that had been trapped there. I also removed her wet blouse and her ball gag. I then retied her hands behind her back and pushed her to her knees. The blindfold was still on.

Mike stepped over to her and pushed his cock against her lips.

"Suck on this," he told her.

She opened her mouth and gave his cock a timid lick. I knew she was tasting my juices.

"Can you taste me, slut?" I asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Do you like it?"

She hesitated and then said that she did. I smiled knowing that she had no choice about it. I stood behind her and held her head up so Mike could get his cock inside of it. Her red lips parted and soon he was stuffing his hardness into her mouth. Soon she had no choice but to suck him.

"Yeah, that's it. Suck it, bitch."

She balanced herself on her knees as Mike began to hump her slutty mouth. His cock was invading her mouth as if it were a pussy for him to fuck. It was all she could do to keep up as he pounded her. Soon his head was tilting back and he was groaning loudly. I held her head firmly and watched as Mike slid in and out of her mouth. Soon saliva was running down her chin mingled with my cum.

"Damn, she's a good little cock-sucker. I'm gonna cum-"

His voice broke off suddenly as the orgasm took over. He pulled out of her mouth and spurted his cum all over her face and breasts in several long jets. 

"Oh fuck...yeah..." he moaned.

I smiled at the scene before me. Rose looked great with Mike's cum all over her face. I released her head and went to kneel in front of her. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I eagerly licked the cum from her face. My tongue lapped across the smooth skin of her face before trailing down to the tops of her breasts. She moaned loudly as I did this.

When I finished I pulled her up to her feet and brought her over to the stone bench. I made her kneel before one end of it and pushed her face down so that it rested on the cool surface. I stretched her arms out and tied the securely to the bench. She was bent over so that her perfect ass was presented to us. The plug was still securely wedged in her hole. I pulled on one latex glove and knelt beside her.

"Let's see how you like this one, slut," I said.

I raised my hand high and brought it down on her round cheeks with a resounding SMACK.

"Owwwwwww!!!" she cried out.

I ignored it and smacked her other cheek. Again she cried out, but she was not in any position to be going anywhere.

I proceeded to spank her over and over until her ass was reddened. As I did this, Mike's cock had sprung back to life. I knew he wanted to take her. I stopped spanking and pulled the butt plug out with little ceremony.

"She's all yours, sweetie," I said, smiling at him.

He groaned and knelt behind her. Her asshole was wide open for him and he pushed his hard cock into her with ease. She moaned in a combination of pain and maybe even a little pleasure as he impaled her. At once his hands caressed her smooth ass cheeks and her moaning quieted.

I leaned over her ass and began to gently lick the reddened skin there as Mike's cock slowly pumped away at her asshole. I bathed her skin with my tongue and her moans began again, but this time it was all pleasure.

"You like this, don't you?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Mistress, yessss."

"Has your ass been used before?"

"Yes it has, Mistress. Many times."

Mike and I exchanged looks and he smiled.

"Well, then consider this a treat, because Mike loves a good ass-fuck."

With that, I moved behind Mike and wrapped my arms around his hard body as he fucked Rose. My hands glided across his chest and powerful arms with each thrust. Feeling extremely aroused, I pressed my body against his back. My breasts rubbed his taut, muscular back and my mound rubbed his firm ass. I let my hands wander down to the crack of his ass and my finger found his asshole. I rubbed it lightly and then began to push it inside.

"Oh fuck, Diana...yes...I'm gonna blow my load if you keep that up," he grunted.

I smiled and fingered his ass a little more. His groans were loader and he urged me on. All the while Rose's ass was being pounded by his engorged cock. Both of his hands gripped her round cheeks as he pummeled her. Her own moans matched his and she begged and pleaded for him to keep it up.

When my other hand reached down and squeezed his balls, which was too much. With a loud yell he came and very hard. He pumped his cum into my slut's sweet asshole and slumped over her body.

"Oh fuck," was all he could say.

Rose whimpered a little and lay there. Sweat poured off all our bodies from the exertion. I lay back on the cool grass while Mike got up and staggered off to the house for a cool drink.

"You've been very good today, my little slut. Now I think you need to please your mistress."

I got up and untied her just long enough to flip her over on her back so her arms were tied over her head and her legs were wide open. Still the blindfold was in place as I straddled her face. I spread my moist lips and commanded her to eat me out.

"I've never done that before, Mistress," she said in a small voice.

"I know, but there's a first time for everything. Just do what has been done to you. I'm sure being the slut you are that you've had your pussy eaten before."

Her tongue touched my outer lips lightly and she began to lick.

"Harder slut, don't be shy," I growled. 

My pussy was throbbing and begging for release after watching that ass-fuck. Rose began to lick with a little more enthusiasm and her sweet tongue teased my lips apart. I reached down and began to pull and tease her hard brown nipples. This urged her on and she began to push her tongue deep within the moist folds of my pussy. I groaned and encouraged her by telling her where to lick and how. She was very good at following directions and in no time she had found my clit and was eagerly sucking and nibbling on it.

Mike had come back out into the yard and was relaxing in the nearest chair. He was smiling at me as I rode my little slut. My hands were alternating between pinching her nipples and my own. Soon my little moans of ecstasy were filling the air. In fact, I was so lost in my pleasure I didn't notice the two men that entered the yard. I rode hard as Rose's tongue pushed into my pussy and fucked me. My juices were flowing freely and I rocked to a wonderful orgasm. My screams of passion echoed through the yard until I collapsed after cumming very hard.

"Nice show," said a male voice that wasn't Mike's.

I looked up to see two guys from the gas company standing there. Mike jumped up and put his shorts on and went over to them.

"This is a private party," he said firmly.




The Gardener



I slid off Rose and watched in interest, not bothering to put any clothes on. It didn't make sense at this point.

Both guys were tall, blond and built. They were on the young side too. I thought that maybe this could get interesting.

"Can't we just watch?" asked Blond Guy #1.

Mike looked over at me. "Well, what do you say?"

I flashed them both a smile.

"We're both a little tired out at the moment, but my slut here isn't. Why don't you try her out?"

They both looked very eager and I was a little tired and could use a rest.

"What are your names?" I asked.

Blond Guy #1 was Ron and Blond Guy #2 was Jack.

"Ok, Ron and Jack, have fun," I laughed.

"Sure you don't want to join?" Jack asked.

"Um, not just now, thanks. I'm gonna take a breather."

I sat down next to Mike and draped my legs over his to watch the action. The guys wasted no time in stripping off their clothes. Apparently my show earlier had got them into the mood. Both of their cocks were semi-erect. I watched to see how they would use my slut.

Ron straddled Rose's face so that his cock was pushing up against her lips. She obediently opened her mouth and began to suck the head of his cock. Her lips closed around his cockhead and began to suck. 

"Oh fuck, yeah baby, suck me," he groaned.

Meanwhile Jack was kneeling before Rose's spread legs and was pushing her lush pussy lips apart. He leaned in and began to lick her wet folds. I realized she hadn't cum yet today so she must be long overdue. She was probably moaning as Jack tongued her, but Ron's cock was stuffing her mouth.

When Jack was satisfied she was wet enough, he pushed his cock into her waiting cunt. He had a pretty good-sized tool and I was imagining how it was filling and stretching her. At the same time Ron's cock was stretching her lovely mouth. Her red lips were stretched wide as she deep-throated his cock. I began to get turned on again watching our slut take two cocks at once. Although I hadn't planned it, it certainly was a treat for us.

Jack lifted Rose's legs so that her ankles rested on his shoulders and then he really began to pound her. His cock slid easily in and out of her gaping cunt and her breasts jiggled with each thrust. He was groaning loudly and I knew it would be soon for him. 

I wiggled in the chair and smiled at Mike. I knew he was getting turned on as well. His hand began to slide up my bare thigh to brush casually against my pouty pussy lips. 

"Ohhhhhh....fuck, I'm so close...god, this slut is tight," Jack moaned.

He pulled out of her almost all the way and slammed back in. Ron pulled his cock out of her mouth and she began to pant and moan like a true slut. He stood over her stroking his dick as Jack fucked her harder.

"Oh yes, fuck me...fuck me hard," she cried and I smiled. I knew she'd be begging for it.

"Yeah, take it, you bitch," grunted Jack.

Then he grimaced and began to unload his seed deep into Rose. He cried out and came hard, spending himself inside her. Rose slid her legs around his waist and began to thrash and scream.

"Oh yes! I'm cumming!!!!" she wailed.

Her legs held Jack tightly so he couldn't pull out of her. She wiggled against him as best she could since she was bound pretty tightly. It didn't matter though. She humped him for all it was worth and came very hard. Jack had no choice but to pump her a few more times and let her expend her energy.

At last she slumped and her legs let go of Jack. He pulled out of her and walked around to her face and placed his cock next to her lips.

"Lick the cum off me, bitch," he said.

Rose eagerly obeyed and cleaned all the cum from his wilting cock. Now it was Ron's turn. He straddled her chest and placed his throbbing cock between her tits and squeezed them around it.

"Oh yeah, she's got nice tits. I'm gonna love cumming all over them," he said.

Jack sat next to them and began to push a finger into her drooling cunt.

"I bet I can make her cum again," he said.

Ron laughed. "Go ahead, I dare ya."

Jack wiggled his finger around her gaping hole and she began to moan again.

Ron squeezed her tits tightly and began to slide his cock in and out of her tit-flesh. He pulled the nipples tightly making her cry out. As I watched these two guys assault my slut, I couldn't take it anymore. Slowly I eased myself up onto Mike's lap. He knew what I was after and freed his hard cock from his shorts. My back facing him so I could watch, I eased down on his hardness and let him completely fill me. At once his hands went to my breasts and he began to squeeze them and pinch my nipples. I groaned with the sensation and began to slowly ride him.

Jack had inserted another finger into Rose's pussy and was fucking her slowly while he nibbled her clit. Ron was fucking her harder. His big cock poked out from between her breasts and he made her tongue the cockhead whenever it came close to her mouth.


"Oh yes, fuck me, please," she moaned over and over. "Finger my pussy, I want to cum again."

Jack complied and added one more finger to her cunt and pumped harder.

I was moaning softly to Mike to squeeze my breasts harder as my finger found my clit and I began to rub it furiously. Soon moans were filling the air from all over as we all were banging away towards orgasm.

Ron was first - he had pumped Rose's breasts for all they were worth and then let out a long groan and came in big jets. Rose's face was coated with his jism as he jerked off. This caused her to reach her second orgasm of the day. She screamed out and humped against Jack's fingers and mouth as she came.

It was all too much for me so I was next. I leaned back against Mike and felt my body tense and release into a huge orgasm. My pussy muscles clenched and unclenched around Mike's cock. He never let go of my breasts as I bounced up and down on him and then finally he let go. He gasped and I felt his cum shoot into my throbbing pussy. I shut my eyes and suddenly aware of how quiet it was.

Jack and Ron were pulling on their clothes. Mike was trying to breath normally and our slut was still stretched out on the stone bench. Cum was dripping from her pussy and ass. It also covered her tits, neck and face.

I slowly stood up and waved good-bye to the gas guys and went over to Rose. I untied her and took her blindfold off. She sat up with a groan and rubbed her wrists. I grabbed the hose and turned it on to a fine spray and hung it over the clothesline. Both of us were in dire need of cooling down. We stood underneath the cool water and washed the sins of the day from our bodies.

Rose was very quiet as we did this and I wondered what she was thinking. I found out seconds later as she embraced me and whispered her thanks to me. I hugged her back and told her she was always welcome in my home. It certainly was an afternoon to remember. 



The Gardener



My name is Mary.I was nearly eighteen and had been going out with this lad for over four moths. His name is Dick. His parents were very wealthy and he was nearly 21 and had a fantastic sports car with an open top. We would spend many hours in his car touching each other up and kissing, but we never got down to actual fucking. Not that I didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to risk it.

Shortly after my 18th birthday, Dick announced that his folks were going away for a two week holiday. My heart jumped in anticipation of what might happen, but , for whole week, I was let down and disappointed- thing to each other as we had before but my virginity stayed intact.

On this particular Saturday morning, the start of the second week, I went round to his house. It was a beautiful day and pair of us went for a dip in the pool. Afterward we lay out in the sun and I started to get randy. Dick told me to suck his cock, which I did. I thought that this would be it, but after a matter of minutes he come in my mouth and then go up and went in the house.

On his return he was dressed and told me he was going to the match with some of the lads and asked if I wanted to come along. I declined and told him I would sunbathe until he returned.

Not long after he had left it clouded over and I went back into the house and slipped into my skirt and put a top on. I was pouring myself a drink in the kitchen when this man stuck his head around the patio doors. He asked me if there was any chance of coffee and told me he was the gardener. Before I knew it he had stepped in.

He was quite chatty and before I knew it I had told him that Dick had gone to the soccer match. He sipped his coffee and I could tell he was eyeing me up and down. I took his cup to the sink and he then shocked me by saying something like, “I would let you suck my cock all afternoon in preference to footy match.” I spun on the spot and felt my skin turn scarlet. I hadn’t given any thought to the fact that we might have been seen. I stood confused to the spot as the gardener moved around the breakfast bar toward me.

I would have put him in his early 30s. Then before me, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. 

“Come on love, suck it for me, like you did your boyfriend.”

I moved just a fraction towards him as I looked at his huge hanging cock. It was still soft but it was so much bigger than Dick when he was hard. 

He moved towards me and his large hands seized my shoulders, I was now at eye level with his cock for it. I looked at the large helmet and his cock twitched between my fingers. His hands went around the back my head and I found myself taking his shaft into my mouth for several minutes. He groaned.

“Oh that’s good baby. You’re so good sucker.”

I keep suck that big cock. The taste is so good. The precum is out and I lick them. It’s salty but it’s ok. I like that.

“Come on baby, lets go to the sitting room.”

“ok.”

We go to sitting room. He told me to lay down in the carpet. I watched him as he pulled my cotton skirt and knickers off together and then put his head between my thighs. He licked and played my clit. I never done this with my boyfriend. It’s so good. 

“Oh keep doing that, ah, ah..... it’s so good.”

I watched one of his big hands slide up my stomach until it had delved under my bra and was tweaking at one of my nipples.

In no time I was naked and so he was. Then he was rubbing his cock between my slit, making me jump in anticipation.

“It’s ok baby, relax. It wouldn’t hurt.”

He penetrated me slowly and I was hoping it wouldn’t hurt too much, but then I realized he was up me completely that maybe I had broken my hymen with my hair brush handle when I masturbation.

“Oh, your pussy is so tight.”

“Harder, harder.”

He moved within me slowly pulling it out and then pushing it deep into my very depths. I seemed to just keep coming time after time. I had no control and was completely at his mercy as hi pounded above me.

“Oh give me that big cock, harder please.”

He was now lewd names as his strokes became more powerful. I remember building up to a really strong come and he told me he was going to come himself. I gave no thought to that fact that we were performing unprotected sex and when i paid no heed to his warning he just carried on. I was now coming like never before and he let out a cry before pouring his molten hot seed into my deepest recess. 

A few moments later we uncoupled. His seed had leaked out of me onto the carpet and my only fear was that Dick’s mom would notice. Once I was happy with the stain removed. We both got dressed and had a coffee together. 

“Thank you for your teaching. It was my first time.”

“It’s my pleasure to teach pretty girl like you.”

“Can you fuck me one more time, please I’m so horny right now.”

“Oh you naughty girl.”

“Please don’t tease me like that. I would do anything you said.”

“Ok.”

This time he took me from behind in the kitchen, squeezing my boobs while he bounced his thighs off my arse. This time it lasted longer until he eventually erupted inside of me again. 

We spend another half hour together with him continually looking at the time. He asked me to keep our little get together a secret and I agreed. Then he was gone. 

“Oh God, what I have done? It’s crazies thing what I do in my life.”



The Gardener



This morning Hug Beaumont, the local TV weatherman stood in front of his blue screen and reported the local weather for mid July in Marston Hill, Nebraska, my home town. Hugh was entirely too cheery at 7 a.m. His bald dome reflected the studio’s light and he was wearing a lime green suit and a green tie so dark it was nearly black. He said the local temperature was 80 degrees, the dew temperature was 54 degrees, and barometric pressure stood at 30.12. The wind came out of the east at six miles per hour. Channel seven’s Doppler radar shower clear sky a full 600 miles out in every direction.

Appearing behind Hug a huge yellow smiley face surrounded by slender isosceles triangles of a darker yellow hue made a convivial sun. 

“If you are not cooped up in an office, in a sick bed or allergic to the sun today will be a perfect day to catch some rays. Just apply plenty of sunscreen,” Hug said.

What a wonderful idea, I thought while sipping my coffee. Brian, her husband, would soon finish his jam and toast, finish his cursory reading of the Collier Sentinel, fold it in a precise square and leave for work. Both of the boys were in camp and her daughter was being spoiled by the grandparents in Omaha.

After washing the dishes and making the beds she could do some quality nude sunbathing in the back yard. Most of the neighbors would be slaving away at their jobs. I decided that now would be the perfect opportunity to sun bathe in the nude. I had always wanted to do that but had never dared. There was little chance that anyone would see me. The backyard of our house is bordered by a high redwood fence. The thought of getting caught was exciting in itself. 

She washed the dishes, stuck them in the drainer next to the sink to air dry, wiped down the kitchen table and counters, spruced the house a bit and made the bed in the master bedroom. By nine a.m. she was ready to go in the backyard.

The sun shined brightly, birds were singing, and in the distance I could hear the hum of a lawn mower. 

I was naked after removing my white shorts and yellow tank top. I draped a large orange beach towel with the image of a white pelican on it over the white mesh of the beach chaise. The chair with its trampoline-like suspension system distributed your weight and eliminated pressure points on your body. Equipped with a built-in head rest, it was worth every penny of the $169 dollars we had spent on it last summer.  

I stretched out over the chaise. After liberally applying a coating of sunscreen across my body, I lay on my back and slipped headphones over my ears, turned the Walkman on, Kid Rock came into my ears, and I closed my eyes and let my body relax. The sun streamed down on to my large breasts and heat seemed to radiate from my nipples. The man whom I fucked more then my husband said they resembled little metal trash cans, like the one Grover occupied on Sesame Street. Thinking of my lover made me horny. My horniness and the sun’s heat created a small fire in my pussy. The sun looked down on my luscious body, my sumptuous breasts standing so proudly even against gravity and the moist delta between my legs and it was fucking me. This was such a total turn on.

I opened my eyes momentarily to look around and make sure no peeping Toms were leering at me over the fence. I almost wished there where. Not seeing anyone, I closed my eyes and started running my hands up and down my body from the nub of my clit to my distended nipples. My hands, slick from the sunscreen, passed over my body smoothly and effortlessly. I was so wet. I eased my oily fingers into my hot hole. I moaned as my fingers played with my pussy. Being outside in the open doing this to myself was such a fillip. My digits stroked my clit and moved in and out of my pussy like my lover’s cock. Within two minutes, I came with an earth-shattering climax starting in my clit and rippling out like the waves made when a pebble is dropped in a still pond.

I relaxed to the voice of Kid Rock. Remembering the last time my lover’s cock invaded me and resigning myself to never having Kid Rock’s cock in my pussy, I fell asleep. I came out of my slumber and felt familiar feelings creeping through my body. Figuring that I was merely having a sexy dream, I stroked my nipples and imagined my fingers as feathers. These quills, plucked from the lightest and tiniest avian in the ornithological community, stroked my abdomen and tickled their way down to my pussy. Just short of my pubic ridge these feathers, my fingers actually encountered an obstacle. I sat up with a start, blinking and seeing large black dots in my vision as my eyes adjusted to the bright sun light. Looking down I could see a head of thick, curly black hair buried in my pussy. 

“What the fuck,” I said in voice nearly loud enough to be heard in downtown Collier. I pulled the ear phones off, reached down, grabbed at the black helmet of hair and pulled him off my pussy.

Standing at well over six feet, he was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever encountered. In a small way he reminded me of my Army Recruiter, the man who induced me into joining the United States Army and then spent one whole day eating my pussy as it had never been eaten.

This man had removed his shirt and his hard body perspired in the hot sun. He looked at me with the most intense green eyes. From the look of his slab of shoulder, well defined pecks and leathery tan he spent a good deal of time in the outdoors.

“Sorry but I couldn’t help myself,” he said through teeth the color of snow on an Alpine peak.

“Um, yeah,” I said stupidly. 

“I just couldn’t take it anymore. I have been watching you since you came out of the house. You almost caught me when you looked around but I managed to duck down behind the fence before you saw me. When you started playing with yourself, I started playing with myself.” he said. 

I noticed his unzipped jeans. Through the crack made by the opened teeth of the zipper I saw the helmet of his hard cock trying to work its way from the opening in his pants. 

“When you fell asleep I couldn’t help but wonder if your pussy tasted as good as it looked. When you nodded off I managed to get over your fence without waking you,” he said.  

I was sitting naked on the beach chaise with a naked stranger standing over top of me. Thirty seconds earlier his mouth was dining on my pussy. Talk about bizarre. Truly bizarre. 

“Who are you?” I asked. I tried to pull some of the pelican towel around my nakedness but didn’t accomplish much.
“I work for your neighbors, the O’Briens. I’m a gardener slash landscape architect. He removed a white business card from left pocket on his ass.  I usually do their yard on Tuesdays, but if you are going to be doing this on Wednesdays, I am going to change my routine,” he said with a thousand watt smile just as captivating as Burt Lancaster’s. 

I felt my stomach flutter as he handed me his business card. It showed garden implements, his home and work numbers and his name: Joseph Prueuer.

“I am sorry I scared you, but I am glad I got a chance to eat you though. You taste fantastic and if I may say so your body is fantastic. You aren’t going to yell rape or call the cops are you?” he asked. 

His cock had made definite progress in escaping from the confines of his pants.

“My name is Joe,” he said.

“I’m Samantha,” I said.

Despite this bizarre situation, I was getting excited. How often I had fantasized about just this sort of thing: Being fucked in the outdoors by a tall, dark stranger with a monster of a cock. 

I began to rationalize. My husband and I had not fucked in months. My lover was locked for the next three months inside a submerged submarine somewhere in the western Pacific. 

While these thoughts bounced around inside my mind Joe, the gardener slash landscape architect started running his hand across my inner thigh. 

“Would you like me to finish what I started?” Joe asked. A grin stretched from one ear to the other. “I hate to leave a job unfinished.” 

I laughed nervously and nodded.

“Just lay back and I will take care of everything,” Joe said.

He undraped the towel I still clutched across my breasts. 

There, that’s better. You should stay naked as much as possible. Relax and let me do the driving. Enjoy yourself. I was in Troop 116 of the Boy Scouts and I got a merit badge for eating pussy.” He spread my legs, dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue into my pussy. 

I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the treat of his tongue. He zeroed in on my clit, pasting its surface with the long muscle in his mouth. It seemed more snake then tongue. He managed to sweep across portions of my pussy never visited by such pleasure. Efficiently and effortlessly he made me cum. 

He stood up, untied his black work boots, removed them hastily, unbuckled his jeans, stepped out of them and then removed his pale blue boxer briefs. A large bush of hair as black as coal hung over a cock at least nine inches long and five inches in diameter. 

Leaning over me, his cock brushing my tummy, he sucked my nipples into his moist mouth then his teeth nibbled my ear lobes and sucked on my neck. 

The tiny hairs on my arms tingled and I began to moan. He worked his way down my body, planting light, butterfly kisses across my breasts, my belly, and my thighs. My pussy was so wet.

He lifted my legs and laid them across his shoulders. He slid his warm tongue across my clit and I shivered. This man planted his tongue in my pussy with the same deftness he planted flower seeds, I imagined. This man was a virtuoso. Next he introduced a finger inside me. At the same time he massaged my ass. By turns he fucked me with his tongue and his fingers. I could not remember being this wet. The signal of the nearest of my orgasm was the tingling in the walls of my pussy, in the depths of my abdomen. 

As he pushed his index finger deep into my rectum, I exploded in orgasm.

“Oh my God!” I screeched. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed through me. I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of my asshole. He removed his finger from my rear and licked my pussy with renewed vigor.  My breathing calming down, I sat up and ran my fingers through his rich bank of hair. “Thank you. That was incredible,” I said. 

“The pleasure was all mine,” he said. 

“All the same, I need to return the favor,” I said. 

I stood up, motioned for him to take my place on the chaise. Getting down on my knees next to the chaise, leaning over his standing cock, I took him in my hand, stroked it five times and then swallowed it. I ran my tongue lightly around the tip of his head of his cock. He moaned as I slowly sucked. Holding him with my hand I ran my tongue down his shaft to his balls. I could feel his cock jerk as I sucked his balls into my mouth and tickled the sides of his cock with my fingers. As I sucked, I could feel his breath quicken. It was his turn to moan. 

I renewed my intense suctioning and soon he erupted in my mouth. I swallowed every tasty drop of his semen. 

Now it was time for his cock to fuck my pussy. He entered me with one quick thrust. His cock felt so incredible in my tight, wet pussy. His bare feet pushed against the green grass surrounding the chaise. Thrusting harder and harder, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me toward the rage of his jabbing cock. 

“Fuck me, stud,” I said

“I haven’t even started,” Joe said.

He seemed to have no limits, no need to slow down, to rest, to recuperate. His prick was efficient in its smooth motion and relentless in its follow through.

“Give me that hard cock of yours,” I said. My breathing was rapid and my heart raced. 

I reached up, grabbed his muscled flanks and pulled him toward my pussy. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop. This feels so good,” I said.

I felt his balls smacking my bottom. His cock was so deep, so wonderfully deep. 

He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. Then he sucked my nipples so passionately and so forcefully I imagined he would tap into my milk ducts. As his cock rocked back and forth in me he manhandled my tits.

“What incredible tits you have. What size are they baby?” he asked. 

“42D,” I answered.

“If not today, but some day I will fuck these tits,” he said.

Finally he paused for a moment and his semen flooded my pussy. At nearly the same moment I came. My God did I come. She thought she had been fucked before but that was nothing compared to the fucking this man was capable of.

He rested on me and our hearts slowed. 

He sucked my nipples and while kissing me moved his tongue into my mouth. His calloused fingers stroked my flesh.

Turning me over, he lifted my ass in the ass and commenced to fuck me doggy fashion. He slammed into me and my head bounced off the chaise’s padded head rest. 

This man’s cock was awesome, I though. I reached back and tried to touch his ass. My pussy made squishy sounds as he fucked me.

“Harder,” I said.

Harder he did it.

While his cock moved in and out of my pussy he inserted a finger in my asshole. Such sensations of pleasure intermingled from the actions of his thrusting cock and the probing of his finger.

I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock. 

Simply and in my most declaratively, I said: “Fuck me.”

He moved faster and faster and soon I know his prick would discharge. Suddenly he stiffened, groaned and released his seed, but not before I had the most intense orgasm in the history of orgasms. 

By this time it was early afternoon and my husband would be driving into the garage. 

As he dressed, I nearly begged him to make another visit to the backyard.

“If it is raining we can spend the time in bed. You can plant your seeds in doors just as well as you can outside. You are some kind of gardener Mr. Prueur,” I said. 

He kissed me and went through the gate this time instead of vaulting it. I could not wait until next week.



The Gardener



My wife called me to come outside. When I got out back she was standing there with 2 other women. One around 40, the other looked like she was 15 maybe. I found out later she was actually 20 years old. Both women were short but the younger one was put together so well I felt my eyes staring and my cock twitching!

She had on hip hugger jeans and a mid drift blouse that really showed her nice round breasts pushing out against the material so tight, I could see her nipples. She was short, maybe 5 foot tall and had long brown hair and green eyes. She was the girl who was applying to be our gardener. I knew right away that she was going to be hired! As I approached the group, I heard her telling everyone about the problems she saw in our yard. She was attempting to establish customers and gave us the best price for solving these problems! Out of the 3 or 4 we had talked with, she was going to get the job! 

Kelly was her name and her smile gave me a thrill. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was so compact!! I haven’t seen a woman like Kelly since I got out of the service. Oriental women were like that sometimes! You know, sexy, small and had beautiful faces and great tight bodies! Anyway, Kelly was hired and she started working the next day. Now I was off and was home painting and doing other things around the house. She and I were all alone. I watched her work outside and she was very good. Before she elft foer the day, I told her, I would provide lunch the next day since I had just purchased food for the week.

The next morning she arrived in shorts and a tight tank top. Now I could see how athletic her body really was! While being short her legs were really developed. I guess it was from all that bending and carrying she did as a gardener. Her breasts for a thin small girl were great I’m guessing 32C at the least. She came over to the porch after I had set all the stuff up for lunch. She went into the bathroom and did her business and washed her hands before sitting down at the table. As we ate we talked and she told me she was getting married soon, next month actually, and what she wanted out of life. She was very open and we talked for more than an hour. As she ate she sat there with her legs open and from the tightness of her shorts I could see the actual outline of her young and I knew sweet pussy

Her breasts jiggle when I got her to laugh and for a while I watched every move she made. But especially her pussy! God she was fantastic and as I looked between her legs, my cock was getting harder. She asked me what I was looking at and I think I actually blushed a little. I told her sorry I was staring at your legs. She blushed now and crossed her legs taking away the outline of her pussy! She smiled and told me she had to go back to work. We had lunch everyday for about a week. 

On the Monday of the following week, Kelly came to work in shorts and a blouse that was outside her shorts. It was sunny and very warm that day and around 11AM she tied that blouse up under those tits making it a sort of halter-top. She was getting some sun! The top 2 buttons were undone and I stood at the window watching her plant and bend and stoop as she worked. She waved at me twice when she saw me and I was day dreaming about her stooping over my cock as she slowly sat on it!

At lunchtime we sat and ate and this time I was staring direct at her breasts in that top. Her cleavage was showing along with a good amount of her beasts! She had very, very nice! As she sat in the shade of the porch I guess the cool air and her wet blouse was making her nipples hard because they were pressing against that material making them look like two bullets.

She talked about her problems of the wedding and then saw me looking at her breasts. She asked me again what I was looking at as she looked down at her tits. She blushed when she saw her nipples sticking out so far! But, she didn’t try to hide them from my eyes at all. She smiled and told me she was so hot out there she wished she wearing her bikini! I told her she could do that whenever she felt like it.

The next day she came to work in shorts and a bikini top. At lunch she and I sat and ate and talked as usual. She was watching me as I watched her breasts move in that bikini top. Then she stood up and began to undo her shorts! My cock was standing at attention. She asked me if I cared if she wore her bikini bottoms too? Dumb question!! I smiled and I think I actually licked my lips as I told her that would OK with me.

She smiled and told me: “Oh good! I was almost sure you would care!” 

I told her she could work nude if she wanted but she might get arrested! We both laughed as she dropped her shorts exposing me to her THONG! She didn’t have a bikini she had a thong! She stood there in front of me with that thong on and asked: “Well do you like it?”

I moaned and my cock jumped in my pants! She smiles and I was sure she saw it jump! I told her: “Turn around!”

She slowly turned and said: “I’m not to fat in my ass am I?” 

I moaned and told her every woman should look like her. Every woman should have an ass like hers! She smiled and said: “Well I am big there.”

She turned her ass to me and slapped it. She said: “I was going to get a white one but they get dirty to fast and you can see everything I have went it gets wet! So I got a red one! What do you think?”

Well by now I was hard as I get and my cock was pressing against the material of my shorts like her nipples were pressing against her bikini top. I took a chance and asked her: "Well I can’t see anything you don’t want me to see in that red one. But bend over and let me see if there are any hairs around it.”

She bent over with her ass a foot from my face and asked again: “Are you sure you can’t see anything? You know like hair or anything on my pussy?” 

I moaned and grabbed her ass pulling her closer to me. With her ass now an inch from my face, I sat there! I spread her legs and bent her over further until she was looking at me from between her legs. I took my hand and cupped her pussy between her thighs around that red thong. I ran my hand up between her legs and squeezed her soft fat little pussy!

She moaned and told me: “Oh yea that's what I wanted! Squeeze it harder baby! Squeeze it!”

I moaned as could feel her sweet soft pussy already lubricated! I told her: “Oh god Kelly you are so beautiful baby! I want to taste you!”

As I ran my hands up under her ass and rubbed her cunt she moaned. With my other hand I slid the little bit of material to the side and there facing me was a completely bald 20-year-old puffy wet pussy. And I mean it was slopping wet! I immediately pushed my face into her cunt from behind and began licking her slit! My fingers found her opening and I embedded two of them as far as I could get them inside her little cunt hole.

She moaned as I played with her pussy and licked it! Finally her legs gave out and as I moved her that last inch back towards me, I unzipped my shorts and released my throbbing cock. She smiled at me when she began to sit down on my lap. Her small hand took my super hard cock and a she lifted just high enough to let my fat purple mushroom head press against her hole. She turned, licked her lips and moaned in my face as I felt the head of my cock slid into her wet hot pussy!

She sat back down and took all of me in two quick thrusts! I pushed my hips up into her as she sat. As she sat on my thighs and balls now all of my 8 inches were inside her tight little sexy body! She lay back against me and I used my hands to cup those wonderful tits I always wanted to hold and suck. The wait was well worth it! Her breasts were so firm and round I felt my cock jump against the walls of her pussy with excitement.

She moaned for me to squeeze her nipples. I put my hands inside her bikini top and pulled the material out of the way, exposing all of her firm beautiful breasts! Oh god! She was spectacular! Using my fingers now I began to roll her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers! She immediately began to ride up and down on my hard cock as we worked together fucking! "Oh god!" was all I could say as she pumped her young body up and down my shaft!

"Oh yes!" was all she could say as my 8 inch thick cock filled and fucked her young body!

We were like machines pumping and humping on each other’s sex! She lifted her legs and held her knees! She told me told me to turn her around. I turned her small body at the hips and with my cock still inside her pussy she turned 180 degrees until she was facing me now.

Immediately she began to hump and ride up and down on my cock. Our tongues fought like two wild animals as she kissed me with so fucking much desire! As her body took over and moved faster now, she finally wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned very deep and very loud as she began to climax!

She was so small and so beautiful! The look on her face was of pure passion, pure need, and pure pleasure!! God I love to watch a woman cum! It’s so sexy! I used my two hands to continue to work on her tits. I bent her upper body back a little in order to get my mouth on those fucking red hard nipples! As she fucked away on me, I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could. Now the need in me to cum was much greater and I knew I couldn’t hold much longer! Looking at her sweet beautiful young body reaching the perk of her orgasm, and her firm round tits in my face rubbing up and down on it, I moaned out very loud and began to cum.

I shot load after load of warm cum into her sweet tight cunt. I climaxed like never before. Again and again and again my cock thumped inside her body as it shot load after fucking load inside her cunt! God I was having the best orgasm I have ever had! It rocked my very sole! She was still riding up and down on my cock as fast as her small body could move. 

There was so much cum it ran not dripped out her pussy and all over my thighs and the chair I was sitting on. We made splashing sounds as we continued to fuck like animals! Finally as we held each other our movements began to slow down.

Now we were slowly rocking on each other as we held our bodies tightly against each other. Her head was resting on my chest and I could feel her nipples rubbing against me. As we both began to come back to earth, I lifted her up and with her legs wrapped around me, I carried her into the house as my shrinking cock still inside her body! She was so light maybe 100 pounds if that. I carried her into the bathroom and after turning on the water of the shower; I stepped in with her wrapped around me. I let her put her feet on the floor of the shower and began to slowly wash this fantastic woman’s body.

Every inch of her beautiful young body was opened to me and it was spectacular! I explored every inch of her body using my hands, tongue and mouth to continue to please her. We spent quiet awhile in the shower sending thrill after thrill into our bodies! As I knelt on the floor of the shower in front of her this time, I pulled her body gently into my face again. 

She held my head with her hands directing it to her most sensitive spot! I looked up into her beautiful face and as she looked down at me, she told me very softly: “Oh yes baby! Eat me! Eat my pussy baby!” 

I was so turned on by her soft voice that I buried my face into her tan thighs and pushed my tongue into hole as far as I could get it! As she held my head tight against her pussy I took my time and consumed all of her musk, and tasted her cum as she began to climax against my tongue and lips. She moaned deeply and climaxed again, right behind the first one! Arching her back and pushing her pussy into me, she continues to climax as I continued to suck on her very swollen clit. I had taken it into my mouth and was rolling my tongue over it very lightly but very fast! She screamed out with passion! Finally I looked up and took my face out from between her legs!

She pulled my up to her and kissed me deep shoving her tongue into my mouth tasting her own juices! I held her tight and pumped my hard cock against the outside of her body. She was so small my cock was hitting her belly not her pussy! She started to kneel down in front of me when the phone rang. I stopped her and waited to hear who it was. 

The answering machine took the call. It was her man and he told her he was going to be late picking her up. She smiled at me and began to kneel again in the tub. But I stopped her again and told her let’s dry off and get into bed and continue. 

Once we were somewhat dried, I picked her up again and started carried her to the bed. She wrapped her legs around me and took my hard cock and put it back into her pussy. I pushed it all the way in and she moaned again as she did. I carried her to the bedroom and walked to the edge of the bed. As I placed her small body on the bed, she moved into the middle and opened her legs and her arms saying: “Oh come baby! Do me! Put your hard cock in my body and fuck me again!"

I just stood there for a few minutes looking down at the tightest beautiful young woman’s body I have ever seen in my 40 years! She held her arms out for me and I move over her bending my head down to suck those hard nipples sticking up about 2 inches. Her nipples were blood red and as my hand went between her legs she spread her thighs wide allowing me to access all of her sweet pussy again! I head soft moan come from her mouth as my fingers touched her pussy slit! I licked around her breasts for along time sucking and squeezing them. As she held my head with her hand my hand was slowly stroking her pussy up and down. Her wet cunt lips opened like a rose to the sun. I licked up her neck and whispered in her ear: “Now I’ll eat your pussy the right way with you under me. But first I want to see it up close.” 

She was moaning and slowly pushing my head down her body saying: “Oh yes baby! Oh yes suck my pussy! I love it so much!”

I was an inch away from her sweetness just using my fingers to open the folds of her lips and pulling the skin back to see her clit! I worked slowly very slowly for a long time before I felt her back arch and her hips lift her pussy and my face up off the bed She was having an orgasm and I hadn’t even began to eat her seriously! This was going to be a great afternoon.



The Gardener



It was another hot and sticky summer's day, so it was to be minimum dress and outdoors, with lots of cold drinks. Julie was wearing her yellow bikini and Simon his cut-off shorts - although he'd no plans to keep them on any longer than necessary!

They'd had lunch indoors, during which they'd had a couple of glasses each of ice-cold white wine, and they'd just settled down outside again. They were seated in the recliner chairs, the remains of the wine in glasses beside them. Julie had removed her top, but kept her briefs on. Simon, however, had removed his shorts so that he was naked, enjoying the feeling of the sun's rays on his manhood.

"Ding, dong." The front doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," said Julie. "You'd better cover up!"

"Could you get some more wine from the fridge on your way back, darling?" Simon asked. 

Julie put on her top and tied her wrap around her waist, then she went into the house to answer the door.

Standing at the door was Joe, the son of the gardener who came around once a month. Joe was about twenty-five, slightly taller than Simon, and with substantially more hair - long enough that he tied it at the back in a ponytail! He was wearing loose fitting dungarees, a white t-shirt and a pair of worker's boots.

"Afternoon, Mrs. Brown" he said politely. "My Dad can't make it next week; he sends his apologies and says that, if it's ok with you, I can do the work today."

"Sure, I don't see why not. We're in the back sunbathing, but I'm sure you can work around us."

"Great" said Joe, "I'll get my stuff from the van and get started."

Julie smiled, closed the door and, after picking up the bottle of wine from the fridge, returned to the garden and Simon.

"Who was that?" Simon enquired.

"It was Mike's son, Joe. He's come to do next week's work as Mike can't make it." Julie replied, settling back into her chair.

"That should keep you entertained for the afternoon" Simon jibed. Julie had often mentioned how hunky Joe was, and he knew that she had a thing about ponytails on guys.

"Ha, ha" she retorted.

Joe was busy in the front garden, and Simon, never being one to be self-conscious, decided to go naked once again. "Come on hunny, get your top off. I'm sure you won't embarrass Joe," he prompted.

"If you insist" she said with a feigned reluctance and, releasing the simple knots, removed her bikini top.

After a while, Simon reached over for the wine and poured Julie another glass. As he passed the glass to her, a small drip of condensation fell from the glass onto Julie's tummy. She jumped and squealed "you swine!"

"Sorry, darling. It was an accident - honestly!" Simon quickly replied. He leapt out of his chair and quickly licked up the moisture and kissed her tummy warm again. He stayed where he was, kneeling down, and continued kissing Julie's abdomen when, from the other end of the garden, he heard Joe's voice.

"Oops, excuse me!" Joe apologised.

Simon looked round and spotted Joe standing on the lawn. "Hey, don't worry about it, I was just making amends for an accident I'd had. Hope you don't mind our lack of clothing, we happen to like the all-over tan look."

Simon had stood up and Julie could see that his penis, whilst still hanging down, was an impressive size. She couldn't help wondering what Joe would look like in similar circumstances!

"Not a problem, I often do the same. I'm going to start on this part of the garden now, if that's alright," Joe replied.

"Sure" Simon responded, as he got back into his chair.

Julie watched Joe as he started to tidy the borders, "shall I offer him a drink? Maybe a beer?"

"I'm sure a beer would be gratefully received" Simon said.

"Joe, would you like a cold beer?" Julie called.

"You bet!" Joe replied enthusiastically.

Julie got up, not bothering to put her top on, just re-tying the wrap under her arms, knowing full well that it was see-through and her breasts would be clearly visible. She went into the kitchen, got the beer and returned to the garden. She padded over the lawn to where Joe was working and held the beer out to him. "Here you go, enjoy," she said, as he reached out to take it off her. She noted that he couldn't help but glance down before re-establishing eye contact, and she smiled at him, noting that he had blushed slightly. "You must be hot in those dungarees".

"Actually, now you come to mention it, I am. I think I've brought some shorts with me, so I may put them on instead." He said, as much to cover his embarrassment as anything else.

Julie returned to her chair, took off the wrap, and settled down once again.

"You been teasing the staff again?" Simon joked.

"As if!" Julie joked back.

Julie picked up her glass and sipped the wine; casually glancing around the garden and ending were Joe was standing. She saw that he was rummaging inside his backpack, and wondered what he was looking for. It soon became apparent when he pulled out a pair of shorts and laid them down on the grass. She watched him stand up and then realised what he was about to do - he was going to get changed right there! She thought about glancing away, but couldn't resist the temptation to hold her gaze.

She watched as Joe unclipped the braces of his dungarees and flicked them over his shoulders. He then lifted his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. She noted the way the muscles in his back rippled and those in his arms bulged - he obviously worked out! However, it was about to get a whole lot more interesting!

His hands went to the right-hand side of his dungarees as they rested on his hips and, no sooner had he unfastened the two buttons there, than they fell to his ankles exposing a gorgeous, pert bottom! She stared as he sat down with his back to her and proceeded to pull his dungarees over his boots. Once he'd removed them, he got to his feet and stood there, still with his back to her, naked but for his boots. He looked even more hunky than she'd originally thought.

"Wow!" thought Julie, "what a body!" She couldn't help wondering what the 'front' of him was like, and remained transfixed just in case she got a glimpse; she wasn't disappointed! 

He turned to face Julie, but should couldn't look away; she was transfixed on his body - and he knew it! He had a well toned body, no chest hair, a serious six-pack, but not too muscular, and a bushy pubic region that Julie wasn't used to seeing as Simon always kept his trimmed short. His penis was limp but must have been a good six inches, maybe more, and it swayed from side-to-side as he moved.

He stood there, looking at Julie, smiling, quite arrogantly really, and rubbed his hands over his chest, down his hips, and then brought them together and ran them down the length of his shaft. Julie gulped but remained mesmerized as it sprung outwards, starting to point in her direction.

Then, breaking the spell, he reached down and picked up his shorts. He stepped into them and, as he pulled them up and over his cute buttocks and manhandled his penis undercover, she found herself feeling disappointed that he'd covered up.

Julie broke her gaze and looked up, only to find that Joe was looking straight back at her! He smiled at her and Julie couldn't help but smile back at him. He was obviously a very confident young man, she thought to herself. She looked away, settled back into her chair, and closed her eyes - unable to get the image of Joe out of her mind.

The afternoon passed, Julie and Simon finishing off the second bottle of wine, and Joe several more bottles of beer as he busied himself around the garden. The wine was making Julie very relaxed, but also quite giggly and, more to the point, very horny! Since witnessing the impromptu striptease, she hadn't been able to get the images out of her head, and she could feel the dampness between her legs - a sure sign that she'd been well turned on.

It was about four O'clock and still very warm. Simon called across to Joe, "you can call it a day if you like, Joe. You've done more than enough in this heat."

"Thanks Mr Brown, I am pretty hot now."

Without thinking, Julie added, "you can take a shower if you want. And stop with the Mr and Mrs Brown - it's Simon and Julie"

"Ok Julie. A shower would be great." He replied gratefully.

"I'll show you where it is". Julie got up but didn't even bother with the wrap this time, let alone her top. She walked carefully, but slightly unsteady from the wine, towards the house and Joe followed her in. She led the way upstairs, her gorgeous breasts jiggling as she climbed each step, and stopped in the bathroom doorway, "Help yourself to shower gel on the shelf, and take your time - no rush."

"Thanks Julie, this is real kind of you. I don't get this service from many of my customers!" Joe said, smiling.

Joe stepped forward and, as he passed Julie in the doorway, brushed against her left breast with his arm.

"Oops, sorry!" he exclaimed, with a feigned apology.

Julie knew that he'd done it on purpose, but let it go - after all, it had sent a most enjoyable shockwave through her body!

"I'll let you off, just this once!"

"Do you know something, Julie? You've got lovely boobs," he cheekily replied. "Simon's a very lucky man."

Julie blushed and, without replying, left him to it. She went into the bedroom to find Simon sat on the bed.

"So, what do you think of our gardener? Your very own Lady Chatterley's Lover? Better than Shaun Bean?" asked Simon.

"I'd have to say yes," replied Julie with a broad grin on her face.

"Thought you'd say that. I saw you watching him when he got changed. Did he live up to expectations?"

"Oh, far more!"

They smiled at each other and Simon leaned over to pat her bottom and give her a quick, but loving kiss.

"Julie, can I have a towel please?" Joe called from the bathroom.

"Oops! Sure!" she called back.

"You never miss a trick, do you!" Simon said with a big smile.

Julie went to the draw below the bed and pulled out a face cloth. "Do you think this would do?" she joked to Simon.

"Sure, you could probably offer to 'pat' him dry, but I doubt he'd stay dry for long!"

She picked up a full size towel and went to the bathroom door. She knocked and waited, but Joe called out, "could you bring it in please, I don't want to make the floor wet."

Julie braced herself, placed her hand, slightly shaking, on the door handle, and opened the door. She stepped in and saw Joe standing, facing her, in the bath, his body glistening from the water. His penis was no longer limp, but well on its way to an erection, pointing straight at her as she stood there, and was now more like nine inches in length and quite fat. He made no attempt to cover up, just stood there and put out a hand for the towel. Julie took a step closer and offered the towel. He took it and, while looking straight into Julie's eyes, swung it behind his neck and let it dangle there, while placing his hands on his hips. He stood there, smiling until Julie finally made the move to leave.

"See you in a moment", he called after her.

"Yep, you just might" she replied, before realising what she was saying!

Julie went back into the bedroom to Simon, placed a hand on each of his shoulders, and kissed him hard and wantonly.

"My, you're up for it, aren't you my love!" Simon whispered, as he cupped her breasts to find the nipples already hard and erect.

"You can talk" she replied as she reached down to grab his rock-hard penis. She pulled her face away from Simon's and lowered it down to his lap, swallowing his penis deep into her mouth as she did. 

"I want this, now!" she demanded, climbing up onto the bed on all fours, facing the door, and wiggling her bottom in Simon's direction. "Come on big boy, take me from behind!"

Simon didn't hesitate. He grabbed at either side of her briefs and yanked them down, over her knees and off. He could see the pink of her sex lips gaping before him, beckoning him in. He climbed up onto the bed behind her, placed a hand on each hip, and impaled her with his shaft.

"Oh yes, that's what I wanted! Now hold it there and push!" she commanded.

He did as he was told, pushing his penis as deep as he could into Julie's vagina. She moaned as he did, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled by Simon.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Julie found herself looking straight at Joe, standing there with the towel wrapped around his waist, his ample penis imitating a tent pole in the front, looking straight back at her.

"Don't mind me," Joe offered, "I'll just dress and be off." 

Julie quickly responded before Joe could make a move, "Hey, don't go! I'm sure I can find some more for you to do! I don't think it'll be gardening though!"

Joe entered the bedroom without hesitation and walked towards Julie.

Leaning back into Simon's lap, still impaled on his shaft, she reached forward with one hand and pulled the towel from his waist, letting it fall to the ground, revealing his now fully erect penis, right in front of her face. She took hold of it with the same hand and pulled him closer towards her until she could lick its tip. She ran her tongue all around it, and over its opening, feeling him twitch every time she pushed the tip of her tongue slightly into it.

Julie lifted her bottom upwards and Simon took the hint that she wanted him to start moving again. He winked at Joe, as if to say 'it's alright with me', and began slowly easing in and out of her.

Julie revelled in the power that she had over these two men - she never thought she'd end up having a threesome! She ran her tongue all the way down Joe's shaft and over his hairy balls, unlike Simon's smooth ones. She lightly nipped on the underside of his penis with her teeth, making it shudder. She pulled at his foreskin, his thick, bulbous head turning dark purple as it swelled to its maximum size. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked on it, all the time feeling Simon's own rod pounding into her. She sucked Joe deep into her mouth, pursing her lips tightly around him, her hand running up and down him in unison.

Joe reached under Julie and took a breast in each of his large hands. He squeezed them quite roughly, but in this scenario, Julie really didn't care. He played with her nipples, circling them with his fingers and then pulling at them, making them ache for even more attention.

Simon reached round to her clitoris, rubbing it hard as he continued to pump her - this was bliss, she thought to herself. She pulled her mouth off Joe and, at the same time, pulled her bum away from Simon so that his penis came out of her. "Don't worry boys, just changing position; you'll be back in soon enough!" She rolled over onto her back and edged her bottom towards the edge of the bed. 

Simon took the hint, stood on the floor and, taking hold of her legs to lift them up, entered her again. Turning her head towards Joe, she reached out for his penis and pulled it towards her mouth, running the underneath of his shaft over her lips and kissing it along its very full length. She moved her spare hand down to circle Simon's penis and gave him a comforting squeeze. She needn't have worried; Simon was enjoying this as much as she was. Then she placed a couple of fingers on her clitoris and started rubbing it in time with Simon's strokes. She pulled Joe back into her mouth and sucked him hard while pulling his foreskin up and down - it wasn't going to be long before someone finally lost it, she thought.

Joe had returned his attention to Julie's breasts and nipples, and Julie could feel her orgasm approaching, but she was determined that everyone was going to finish together. She increased the speed of her hand on Joe's penis, and increased the motion of her fingers on her clit, which in-turn signalled Simon to increase his rhythm. She could tell that both men were nearly there, by the grunts and moans they were making. 

Joe was the first, his penis spurting a stream of thick, white semen into Julie's mouth and over her breasts. She gulped it down greedily and rubbed it over her soft skin. Within moments, Simon was bucking into her and she could feel his cum splash against her insides. That was enough to take her over the edge and her orgasm exploded, while she still held onto Joe, and Simon remained inside her. 

"Oh, my, god!" she exclaimed, "That was something else!"

"You can say that again!" Simon and Joe said, almost as one.

Simon slowly pulled out of Julie, and she eased up the bed, still holding Joe's still ample penis in her hand. Simon laid down beside her on the left and Joe took the hint and did the same on her right. 

Julie reached out with her other hand and took hold of Simon's still semi-rigid penis, giving it a playful tug. The two blokes looked over towards each other and, without saying a word, leaned in towards Julie's breasts and gently kissed a nipple each. They then lowered their heads onto the pillows and all three of them dozed off, Julie still clutching their shafts.

Julie stirred from her slumber, smiling as she realised that she still had hold of the two items that had been the focus of her attention not an hour ago - albeit somewhat more flaccid than they had been. 

"Let's see what I can do about these," she thought to herself as she gave them each a playful squeeze.

She sat up and turned round onto her knees, facing them both. She leant forward and gave each of the limp, but still ample shafts, a long, lingering kiss in turn. They both came to life and started to swell in response - Julie switching back and forth, giving them equal attention.

The men woke and, on realising why, raised their heads and smiled at Julie as she glanced up towards them, not taking her mouth off Simon's penis or letting go of Joe's. As Julie continued to share her attention, Simon reached down to cup and fondle her breasts, while Joe eased a finger into her soaking slit and proceeded to delve deep within her.

They continued like this for an age, Julie still revelling in the power she had over the two men, but also enjoying the attention she was receiving from them. Both of their shafts were rock-hard again, their foreskins rolled back and the enlarged, purple heads shiny with the pre-cum oozing from their tips and Julie's saliva. Julie's sex lips were swollen and wide open, Joe having added two more fingers to the task, her clitoris hard and standing proud, enjoying all the attention it was getting.

"Right, let's find somewhere to put these," she said as she gave each rod another kiss.

She lifted a knee to allow Simon to slide underneath her, then sat on his thighs - his penis standing upright just in front of her.

"Joe, reach into that draw and get the tube of KY, would you?" She said, pointing at her chest-of-drawers.

Joe obliged and handed it to Julie.

Julie took the tube, then beckoned to Joe to come nearer. "Right you, you're about to go somewhere no man has gone before, so you need to be well prepared!"

She squeezed a handful of the slippery gel into her palm, then reached out to his penis smoothing it on from top to bottom. She finished off by putting some more gel on her fingertips and pressing it into her anus.

"Now, let's get this show on the road!" Julie lifted off Simon, took hold of his penis and guided him inside her vagina. Then she leant forward, pushing her breasts into Simon's chest and giving him a hard, long kiss.

Julie wiggled her bum and said, "Come on then Joe, let's see if you'll fit!"

Joe climbed onto the bed behind Julie then, taking his very slippery shaft in his hands, guided it towards her rear hole. Initially, Julie tensed up, not sure that this was such a good idea now. But then the bravado she'd felt before returned - the wine was a major factor in that - and she relaxed her body. The initial contact between her bottom and his penis was a bit of a shock, as the gel made it feel cold, but then she felt him pushing against her anus and she braced herself for what was to come.




The Gardener



She resisted the urge to tense her muscles again, and instead concentrated on relaxing them. She could feel him start to enter her, very, very slowly, her anus opening to accept him in. The feeling was unlike anything she'd felt before, and she wondered what it was going to be like when it was all the way in. She wasn't going to have to wait long!

There must have been a couple of inches inside her now, and the urge to squeeze had been replaced by an urge for more! It was sliding in much more easily now, so she demanded, "Ok, give me all you've got!"

"Oh my god!" she thought to herself. "This is unreal!" She now had two throbbing penis deep inside her.

She started to ride Simon's, and in doing so, made Joe's slide in and out of her anus. The control that she had was total; both of the men had to do her bidding. She could feel them almost bumping into each other inside her, and could tell from the look on Simon's face and the grunts from Joe, that they were enjoying this as much as she was.

She rode the double-poling, amazed that she was getting so much pleasure from such a base act. However, it was just starting to be a little bit uncomfortable, so she twisted her hips as a signal to Joe and he eased out of her. Then she lifted off Simon's pole, saying to them both in a mock, stern teacher's voice, "stand in front of me you two, and be quick about it!"

She sat on the end of the bed and, reaching out for their cast-iron rods, pulled them towards her, pressing Simon's against her left breast and Joe's against her right. She rubbed each tip against her nipples; their slippery juices making them slide easily. Her hands pumped up and down each shaft in unison, pulling their foreskins and then rolling them back over their knobs. She guided Joe's over to join Simon's, holding them either side of her left breast, only separated by the width of her hard nipple. She purposely touched the two of them together, rubbing their bulging heads against each other, "Oh, the power!" she thought to herself.

She took her lover into her mouth and ran her tongue in a circle around the head, and then up and down the slit. At the same time, she pulled Joe's foreskin back again and ran her thumb over his 'eye'.

Julie had never felt a penis as hard before... and she had two in her hands! She could tell that the guys couldn't last much longer; the sweat was pouring off them and they were breathing fast and heavy.

She pulled Simon from her mouth and proceeded to masturbate both him and Joe to volcanic climaxes, their cum spurting over her breasts, face and mouth. She ran her tongue over her lips and licked it off, as if it were cream, "Mmmmm! Tasty!" 

Julie patted Joe on his bottom, and stood up to kiss Simon hard on his mouth. "Well boys, I'm off for a shower. I'll leave you two to sort yourselves out. Joe, anytime you want to come round for some more 'gardening work', feel free!"



The Gardener and My Wife



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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS WORK CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL, INCLUDING EXPLICIT SEXUALITY. IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

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Hi,

I've been meaning to write you for a little while now. I really owe you one, my friend and don't know how to thank both of you enough. I'm glad our wives, Sonali and Madhu, are good enough friends to be so candid with each other! 

It all worked out perfectly, better than either of us had expected and we're glad we didn't follow the original idea Sonali had of 'borrowing' one of the bulls that you've had service Madhu. This way, finding our own way with our own bull, was much more exciting and rewarding. Once Sonali accepted the idea it all went smoothly. Of course she isn't opposed to the idea of sex outside marriage itself -- you of all people know we had plenty of experience of that! but the concept of doing something so totally prohibited and which would have caused such a god almighty scandal in all our families and friend circles made her hesitate initially but then itself became an added attraction. I mean, let's accept it -- we know there are women who sleep with their servants but it's never one of 'us' is it? I think ultimately Sonali got really turned on by that idea.

Remember the first time we did a swap/swing, you and Madhu, Sonali and I and the other two couples you'd brought along to dinner? That was the first time I'd done it and definitely Sonali's first experience (by no means her last!) I know she got a wild kick out of that whole car-keys-in-a-bowl thing and having to pick one except mine at random to go home with. Don't get me wrong, but that night I was really glad that it wasn't your key she picked and that she didn't go with you. I know she felt the same way because she said so later when she told me that if it had been you, it would have been more difficult because of how close we all are and everything would have got emotional. This way, going with someone she didn't know at all before made it easier because she wasn't worrying about getting caught in some emotional knot. She says she really let herself go with your friend who turned out to be quite satisfyingly good for her. It seems he took her again and again and it felt good being free to act like a total slut with him. Both of us thought your second condition that no one should spend the whole night, but that we must all get together in exactly two hours was just brilliant. It made sure that the whole thing was totally casual and it was such an incredible turn-on seeing that drugged and sated sensual look on her face.

We've done it again a couple of times since. Somehow it feels safer to be able to do it in another city, more anonymous but maybe that's just my imagination. Anyway, we found two or three like-minded couples and we did it with them a few times but then it began to get boring. At least we thought so. We tried to make it really happen by tweaking the setup a bit -- instead of keys we played a card game or rolled dice or something and another time instead of everyone going off we used a hotel where we took four rooms. Another time, we decided that nobody should go anyplace and each couple should use one of the two bedrooms, one more into the den and the last pair could use the living room. That got Sonali going and the next time she came up with another idea of not everyone doing it all, but just one lady and one guy (not her hubby) picking straws and then getting it together right there in front of everyone. That was really exciting (watching them live, I mean) and we went on to make that two guys and a lady or two ladies and a guy and stuff like that.

But Sonali was really very excited by your suggestion of a full-blown cuckold thing and that too with a servant. I wasn't totally sure myself but she was damned keen on it (not very flattering, is it?) and kept insisting. We got down to it for the first time a couple of weeks ago. We have this young guy who comes and works our little garden a couple of times a week and we decided to go with him. He's good looking enough and since he often works bare-chested and only in his trousers Sonali's had lots of opportunities to see that he isn't a fat oily type. Also, by the way, she said it had to be a guy who was very dark and muscular. Actually, the way she put it was that she wasn't going to go from one wimp to another. Me, a wimp? Go figure. Ok, I may not be as big as some of the guys who've been plugging her holes but I don't think I'm _that_ bad! Anyway she said it and it really hit me like a blow that she really wanted this and maybe she really didn't get it good enough for her from me! That made me sit up and I decided we just had to make it happen.

Anyhow, so this guy, the gardener. I had to get him medically checked of course. I pretended we were getting all our staff checked for insurance (true enough) and now in any case they do all the sex-disease tests pretty routinely, definitely the HIV thing. He came through clean and we let another month or two go and did it again and that was clean again so we decided to go with it. By now Sonali was just wetting herself just looking at him and dreaming about it.

We didn't let him know about it at all. We planned it so that I went out of the house and a while later Sonali called him in -- we'd given all the other staff the day off so they were alone. Of course I wasn't anywhere far away because the moment he went into the house I let myself in and started spying on them.

Man, what a cock-tease she was that day! First she called him into the kitchen and gave him some fresh coffee and a snack. And she was dressed like he had never seen her before in this really short denim skirt and on top she had a sleeveless shirt with all the buttons open except one between her tits and the ends of the shirt pulled up and knotted right under her tits. The guy could see one hell of a lot of flesh and from my spy place I saw that he was having trouble keeping his pecker down and his eyes off her body. She didn't make it easier for him either by deliberately dropping some napkins and then bending from the waist to pick them up so that he could see her breasts hanging before his eyes. And she did it again this time with her back to him and when she bent over her entire naked butt and pussy crack showed because of course she'd taken off her panties. I thought the guy was going to burst or something.

Anyway she put him out of his misery soon enough telling him she wanted help getting a suitcase or some such out of the overhead storage cabinet in our bedroom. Up they went and she got on the bed and stood on her toes to open the cabinet which is pretty high up and that made her skirt go right up so he could see her pussy. That did it. He grabbed her and she grabbed him right back and pulled him to her and began kissing him hard. He was a little thrown by that but recovered soon enough and she had him relaxed quite quickly.

I was peeping through the door which we had agreed she wouldn't lock but leave open just a crack. Also, there's her dressing mirror right behind so I could in any case see everything in the reflection. I could tell she was really hot and turned on. He had her blouse open in no time and was pawing and sucking on her big tits and she started moaning loudly. She pulled off the shirt he'd put on just before he came into the house and it was clear that she found his body a big turn on. She sucked his nipples and made him suck on hers and then she told him quite lewdly that she wanted to suck his cock. That made him get really excited and she dropped her skirt and got down on her knees in front of him and opened up his pants and pulled off his undershorts. We'd got real lucky with the guy because he was really nicely hung -- I'd guess he was a good eight inches and I could see that seeing it only made her even hotter. She began blowing him hard, sucking his cock like her life depended on it. He starting groaning and I thought he'd blow before long but he soon got into a kind of rhythm and began enjoying it. He started calling her names ('whore' and 'slut' and bitch and stuff) but she didn't seem to mind. He kept fucking her face for what felt like an eternity and I could see how much she was enjoying doing it.

A bit later he pushed her head back and she smiled at him and got on her back and spread her legs and invited him to do what he wanted with her and to fuck her any way he liked so long as he fucked her _hard_. He asked her what the matter was with me and she came right back sneering saying that I was a wimp and that I couldn't satisfy her with my silly little cock (untrue! untrue! smaller than his maybe but other women haven't complained! Or have they just been nice?)

So the guy gets on the bed with her and I see them kissing again and she asks him to eat her pussy but to do it real slow and easy. He starts doing it, going right down on her and I could see again that she was in seventh heaven with his tongue in her crack. I think she may even have cum -- you know how much she thoroughly enjoys being pussy-licked. Then they went into a long sixty-nine with her on top and then they rolled over again and he started fucking her on her back. 

The first time he went into her he did it hard, just rammed his cock right up her cunt and I thought the neighbours would come running with that cry of hers. But the guy just laughed and did it again and said, "You wanted to be fucked _hard_ right? Let's see how hard you can take it, bitch!"

He hit a rhythm with her, hard and fast, banging his cock deep into her cunt and her shrieks and moans were like nothing I'd heard before. Her breasts bounced with his thrusting and she pulled her legs tight around under his butt till he yanked them wide open and up so he could fuck her harder kneeling on the bed. He just went on and on, fucking her really hard.

Then he stopped and grabbed her and just swung her over so that she was on top of him and bent over him and starting pumping his hips like a demon under her. I could hear his thighs whacking her buttocks with a loud slap-slap-slap sound and her cries. Her breasts were bouncing over his face and he started sucking them hard and fingering her asshole. He slowed down for a bit then started right up again and I could see everything, her cunt going up and down on his pole, the look of lust on her face, the way she was kissing him and pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Again he stopped and now he got her off him and on all fours and quickly got behind her and began fucking her doggie style, holding her hips and slamming his hips back and forth at her buttocks with the same squelching slapping sound. She was moaning thickly and softly now and her tits were jiggling and bouncing but she wasn't asking him to stop. All she kept saying was stuff like _fuck me, yes, give it to me, god that feels so good, come on, shove your big cock right up into my cunt, fuck me_! His replies were equally explicit and obscene gutter-talk.

When he moved his legs across her hips, I figured that was a good cue so I slammed open the door and walked in and came to a halt as if I had taken them by surprise. The guy froze and I pretended to freeze too and then she went into her little act which we'd rehearsed: telling him not to stop, to ignore me, that I was a wimp and couldn't satisfy her, to show me how a real man fucks a woman and assuring him that I was incapable of doing anything to either of them. 

For a second I thought the guy wasn't going to bite but then he did and I felt such a huge swell of pride and excitement because he began taunting me, calling me names and asking me to watch how my wife was acting like a whore and to see how much she wanted to be fucked by a real man. Sonali looked at me and ordered me to drop my pants and to go sit in the chair and to watch. I did it and that got rid of any doubts the guy might have had. My presence seemed to goad him and he started taking her brutally and I thought he was hurting her but he obviously knew what he was doing and what she wanted because there was no mistaking her look or her voice or her words.

That's when she begged him to fuck her in the ass. Now that's something I've never done with her (always wanted to but she never let me) so I really jumped out of my skin. I couldn't believe this! The guy was beside himself with glee and she pointed him to a jar of Vaseline with which he anointed his dick and then for the first time I saw a guy buggering my wife right in front of my eyes. It was the most incredible sight to see that big beautiful dark cock just going slowly into her tight ass and to see that incredible look of excitement on her face. He went in nice and slow and easy and I could see he was getting pretty near the end -- her ass must have been one tight fit for him! He went in all the way, fucked her heavily and slowly (not hard) in the ass for several minutes and I could see she was thoroughly enjoying it. She began to cum, too, and begged him to let her take his cum in her mouth and he did that getting out of her ass and getting on his feet on the bed (our bed, damn it, _my_ bed) and pushing his cock into her face again and fucking her face till he came. It was a wildly heavy load and she drank his cum, took it in her mouth and smiled happily as it poured down over her body.

Now she looked at me and called me forward. 

"Now you," she said, "do your job and clean me up. Lick up your servant's cum from my body." 

I obeyed at once and the gardener sat up in bed and I could see him grinning and laughing and massaging his cock. Somehow I got the feeling he'd be fucking her again real soon. The taste of his cum wasn't unpleasant at all as I had thought it might be. In fact, coming off her body it tasted erotic and sexy.

When I was done, Sonali ordered me to go down and brew up some fresh coffee and toast because they were hungry and bring it up on a tray but not to dress. When I came back they were cuddling in bed, giggling and she was showing him her small collection of dildoes and vibrators and fondling his cock. They finished their coffee and food and ordered me to clear up and come back and wait on them while they took a nap in each other's arms.

About an hour later they began to wake up. He came awake first and grinned and winked at me and told me my wife was a helluva fuck. She woke up too and giggled and they began kissing and fondling each other and I could see his cock was getting hard again. I thought she would blow him again. What I didn't expect is that he'd order _me_ to come around and give _him_ head. When he said that Sonali moaned in excitement and said, "Oh god yes! I want to see the wimp do that!" 

So there I was, kneeling next to my servant and taking his cock -- fresh from my beloved wife's mouth, cunt and ass -- in my mouth and sucking it. He got stiff again in a bit though it took a while and he didn't let me go till he was ready and meanwhile ordered Sonali to play with herself to show him she really wanted him. She went one better and got a vibrator and began using it. That got him excited quickly, watching her thrashing on the bed with her legs apart and her hands between her legs and the thing humming away happily.

When he was ready he ordered me to stop and pulled the vibrator away from her and they went into the shower together, leaving the curtain open and made me sit on the john and watch them again. First they showered, lathering each other, then got it on again. She sucked him for a bit and then he began fucking her from behind, bent over and holding the shower rod, taking her hard again just like she wanted. They stopped and stumbled out and did it on the bedroom floor, dripping wet, and then carried on downstairs. He made her get on her back on the dining table and made me sit right next to her, so close I could smell her body and his smell on her skin and he fucked her like that, standing between her spread legs, laughing at me and thrusting his big cock in and out of her cunt. I could see she was really enjoying it, her body jerking and writhing and she was crying out in pleasure, begging him to fuck her like a slut. I could see everything, most of all the look of sheer bliss on her face and the way his cock shone as it went deep into her cunt. Just to rub it in he fondled her breasts and face and made me watch her sucking his finger tips. Then he bent over her and kissed her hard and I could see her responding like a lover, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She begged him to fuck her from behind again ("like a bitch," she said) so he got on top of the table and began doing it just like she wanted, holding her hips and slapping his thighs loudly at her buttocks. She begged for it, her tits bouncing and her face shining with pleasure. Their bodies were just inches from my hands. This time he came in her pussy and again she and he made me clean her up.

Well, I've gone on and on haven't I? It's taken me a while to write all this, but it's all true and all thanks to you. The guy's been fucking Sonali regularly now and she says she just can't get enough of the excitement of this cuckold business. They decide when I can get some action from her -- it's not often, only twice in the last three or four weeks -- and he decides what I can and can't do, whether I can fuck her or only have her blow me or what. 

I really enjoy the sessions more than I thought I would. Even at work I am thinking of them because I know they'll be doing it as much behind my back as they do with me around. Strange thing is that I've come to enjoy it. I really like being dominated and sucking his cock is actually quite a turn on. I almost always jerk off and cum watching them. Just knowing that her pussy is full of the dark servant's creamy cum makes me hard. It's the sexiest thing. 

Outside of the sex, Sonali and I are actually feeling better about each other and ourselves. We're more relaxed with each other now, there seems to be less tension on any issue. Somehow this seems to have ironed out a lot of kinks. As I said, I owe you a big one.

Thanks, bud. Love to Madhu. Missing the old times with her.

Rajiv

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Comments are, of course, welcome.

This story is copyright Mix O'Scopist, 2001-2005. Please do not republish, repost, transmit or distribute without permission.



The Gardener and the LIfeguard



This story is purely a work of fiction.



It was the summer before starting my freshman year of college. I had gotten a job for the summer working for a landscaping company which was pretty good. I got to spend all day outside although the days would get pretty long sometimes. But, it was like working out all day and I got a tan as well. I figured this would be pretty good when I went away in another month as I was pretty muscular and toned, blonde and blue eyed, being 5 ' 10" and about 185. I figured since I was 18, that this would be the year that I would finally get laid, and college seemed to be the best place to do that and I figured looking like a surfer would be a big help.

My sister, who was a year older, was home for the summer as well, having gotten a job as a lifeguard on the beach. We lived in a small town on the water that would get pretty crazy during the summer as the tourists would show up about Memorial Day. My parents did pretty well for themselves so we got to reap the benefits of living right on the ocean. My sister could pretty much walk to work every day. She was an excellent swimmer and in great shape, 5' 7" with a body that would just not quit. She had short blonde hair, blue eyes, great legs and ass, and a pair of boobs that just seemed to stand right up by themselves. She looked great in that one piece red lifeguard suit, and drew lots of attention from the tourists, and there were many nights where I would jerk off thinking about her. 

Growing up, we had gotten along pretty well and were actually a lot closer than our friends who had siblings. I was more on the quiet side and she was the outgoing type. Deb was the head cheerleader, prom queen, etc. In other words, we were kind of polar opposites. She had a boyfriend that she had gone out with for a couple of years but she had broken up with him a couple of weeks ago and pretty much had withdrawn a bit staying to herself. I felt kind of bad for her and I kept hearing my Mom talk to her about going out with one of the endless parade of guys on the beach but she was pretty well not interested in anyone.

Anyway, my parents had decided to go on a cruise for a couple of weeks and were leaving us to fend for ourselves. Of course, I was not really happy when they said that Deb was going to be in charge but I figured that it would be ok as for the most part we kept to ourselves. On the first night that our parents were gone, I came home after a long day of working outside and it was hot as hell. I was looking forward to doing nothing but taking a shower and lounging in the air conditioned house and maybe watching a movie or playing some video games. My friends wanted to go out but I was not in the mood. It was about 7:00 and I walked in figuring that Deb would already be home and monopolizing the TV.

I walked in and sure enough, the TV was on and she was kicked back on the couch, her feet up watching some stupid Lifetime Channel thing. Wow, she is really tan I thought. She was wearing a white tank with no bra, and some black running shorts. Her nipples were just standing right out and it was hard not to stare at them as I came in.

"Hey Deb."

"Hey Sean."

I kept walking toward my room and I noticed that she had kind of a funny look on her face and I noticed that there was a half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. Hmm she must be thinking about her boyfriend again. I went to my room, shed my work clothes and took a shower. I put on a t shirt and a pair of bike shorts style underwear, went to the kitchen and got a beer and then came back out and sat down.

"Hey you're not old enough to drink that," she said.

"Well you aren't old enough for that wine either, so I guess we are even."

"What the hell are you wearing? Why can't you put on some decent shorts?"

"Oh give me a break, why don't you put on a bra?"

With that she turned red and threw a pillow at me which I caught and set down. I looked back at her and caught her taking a quick look at my crotch.

"What are you watching?" I asked

"I don't know just kind of vegging out; it was hot as hell today."

"Yeah, tell me about it. At least you are near the water and get a breeze. I was sweating my ass off today."

"Well not all of it, you still have some left." She laughed.

"Geez Deb you are so clever. "

I sat back and was drinking the beer and then got myself another one as she continued to pound back the wine, drinking out of the bottle. I could not resist tweaking her.

"Did you grow up in a truck stop? Why don't you use a glass?"

"Shut up Sean, leave me alone."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Just leave me alone, I am sitting here and want to get drunk and watch TV. Get out of here, I was here first."

She reached over and gave me a shove. I shoved her back and probably due to the wine, fell off the couch and on to the floor, which immediately caused me to start laughing.

She looked up at me while on all fours and I could tell she was really pissed.

"That's it; I have had enough of your crap asshole."

She got up and jumped on top of me and we started wrestling around and we both fell off the couch rolling around. This was our normal form of problem resolution growing up and she was pretty strong. We rolled around, and at one point my hands grabbed her boobs while I was trying to get a good hold of her. Wow these things are firm as hell. She smacked my hand and I noticed that I was starting to get aroused. Holy crap, this is my sister, this is totally wrong.

We were both now on the floor, and laying next to each other grappling for control. She was trying to roll over on top of me but could not move me, so she resorted to a dirty trick by grabbing my balls and holding on. 

"Damn that hurts, you shithead." 

"Stop it or I will squeeze harder." She said.

I started to let up so that she would let go, but instead, she kept her hand there, and she could feel my cock getting hard as she did so. I looked her in the eye and she had a really funny look on her face. My hands were on her shoulders as I was looking at her.

"Wow, you pervert, my little brother is not so little right now."

Embarrassed, I tried to move her hand away, but she brushed it aside and went back to holding my crotch, this time, rubbing along the outline of my cock.

"Deb, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I am doing, hmm?" she said, a trace of lust in her voice. By this point, I was really starting to get horny and I realized just how hot she really was. Since she was rubbing my cock, I figured what the hell, and I slid my hand underneath her t-shirt and went straight for one of her tits.

"Hey what are you doing? She said, but she did not make any motion to move me away.

"If you can touch me, then I can touch you, only fair. Besides, it feels good."

"Shh just be quiet. Let's go up on the couch."

We both got up and without a word sat down next to each other on the couch. We looked at each other for a second and then she moved into me and looking in my eyes, she reached down and started feeling my balls and cock, running her hand along the outline and gently squeezing my balls. I could feel some wetness as my cock began leaking pre-cum.

Not sure what to do next, I reached over and started playing with her nipples, my hand under her shirt. Feeling kind of bold, I started to lift her shirt off and she lifted her arms and allowed me to do it. She reciprocated the gesture, 

"Wow, Deb you have the best set of tits I have ever seen."

Laughing, she said "thanks, but how many have you seen?"

"Well counting magazines?"

"That is what I thought. My little brother hasn't really gotten any has he?"

I had never heard her talk like this before but figured she was flying from the wine. We continued to sit there, her rubbing my cock through my shorts, and me massaging her tits, both of us looking at each other. At times she would just close her eyes and put her head back a little and rub me even harder. We were inches from each other's face and she leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips and I could feel my cock twitch. I had kissed other girls and made out before but this turned me on more than anything. I kissed her back and our lips parted and we our tongues began to dance.

Her nipples were extremely erect and standing straight out and I pulled away from her lips to suck one into my mouth. It was like licking a pencil eraser they were so firm, yet soft. As I did so she softly moaned and began reaching her hand underneath my shorts.

"Holy shit!" she screamed.

"What's wrong?" I said.

"You are fucking huge!" and with that she pulled it out of my shorts. "How big are you? I can both my hands on it and there is still room."

"Um, I, I , don't know" I stammered.

"I have had a big dick like this five feet away from me and I did not even know. I'll be right back"

She came back a minute later with a tape measure and her phone.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"First I am going to measure this thing. Stroke it a bit to get it up all the way."

"Since you want the picture, why don't you help me?"

Without a word, she sat down and licking her hand, wrapped it around my cock and started stroking its length. When she felt that it was completely hard, she took the tape measure and measured it.

"Damn, ten fucking inches??? You have got to be kidding me!"

"Nice!" I said.

"I had seen your bulge before but I never imagined you were this big. This is definitely the biggest dick I have ever seen. Now I am going to take a picture of it."

"I don't want a nude picture of me anywhere."

"Don't be a loser. Besides your face won't be in it, just your cock."

Before I could say anything she snapped a picture of it and then showed it to me.

"Hey that looks pretty cool."

"I told you! Maybe it will help you get some dates" she said as she leaned in to kiss me, tossing the phone aside.

"Wait a minute; let me take a picture of your tits."

"MMM I like that you are such a perv."

"This from the girl who just took a picture of her little brother's dick." I laughed.

She leaned back and I focused in on her tits and snapped the picture. I showed it to her and she laughed and kissed me as I set the phone down on the table.

"Now, where were we?" I said

She pulled her shorts all the way off. Hmm she is perfectly shaved down there. "Take yours off too, Sean."

Needing no further encouragement, I did and sat down next to her.

Immediately, we resumed making out, her hand stroking up and down on my cock as I let my hand move to her pussy. I slipped one finger in and out of her and she moved with it, fucking my finger. She was incredibly wet as I did so and she asked me to slip a second finger in which I did making a slight sloshing sound.

My dick felt as hard as it had ever been in my life as she pumped it up and down my shaft. It felt good to finally have someone other than me playing with it.

"I want you to suck on it for me."

"You do?" she said seductively. "Has anyone ever sucked it for you before?"

"No."

"Mmm how twisted is this? My baby brother wants his sister to suck his cock." The dirty talk was really turning me on, but it was wild to hear my own sister talk like that.

"Lay back," she commanded as I leaned my head back on the arm of the couch, she spread my legs and got in between them looking me in the eye as she kept one hand firmly on my cock. Slowly she began licking, starting at the base, flicking her tongue over my balls as she slowly moved up the length of it. Gently, she kneaded my balls as she flicked her tongue on the head, her other hand moving up and down its length.

"Damn, there is no way I can deep throat this thing for you little brother." With that, she put it in her mouth and began going up and down. I loved how her cheeks would expand and contract as she went up and down on it, and the feeling was unbelievable to me.

"Oh that feels so good, Deb."

The TV was drowned out by the loud slurping noises being made as my sister engulfed my erection with her mouth. I was so turned on and so hard, I knew I was going to cum soon.

"Deb, be careful, I am going to cum soon I am so turned on..."

She stopped sucking and looking at me, one hand on my cock, she said "It's ok, I figured this is your first time so you are going to cum quick. Go ahead and do it and get it over with so we can get on to better things."

She went down and before long I could feel my balls beginning to tighten up and my cock convulsing. The first shot went down her throat as she was on the down stroke and she immediately pulled it out and held it in front of her face as she stroked it with both hands. My cum shot out of my cock as if it were fired out of a cannon.

"Oh my goodness." She said. "This is like something out of a porn movie. Keep shooting, I love it."

Cum was gushing out everywhere, and a couple of strands hit her on her tits as she kept stroking and milking me, my cum running down and on to the couch. After what seemed like a minute, the fluid stopped flowing and she wiped her hand off on my stomach. 

"Wow, 18 years of build up. That was awesome, baby brother."

I felt a little dizzy but looking down at my sister with her hand on my semi-erect cock was pretty erotic.

"Holy shit, thanks, Deb. That was incredible."

"Ha ha, I really did not have to do much. You were pretty well ready to go like a rocket."

She moved up and lay on top of me as we kissed. As we did so, she spread her legs a bit and was dry humping my leg. I could feel that she was extremely wet and her thighs were streaked with her own juices.

"I guess I should return the favor." I said

"Yes you should." She said as she smiled at me.

I kissed her and pushed her back the other way to lay her head on the other arm of the couch, as I moved forward and starting licking her thighs as I reached up to pinch her nipples. 

"Yes, yes lick me." She moaned softly as my tongue found her wet slick pussy. Her thighs were soaked as she was dripping, and I found her clit which was swollen and sensitive. I let my tongue dart in and out of her lips as she gripped my head and forced me on to her.

"Oh yes that's it baby, lick that pussy for me." She cried.

I started inserting two fingers into her as I licked her and gently nibbled on her clit. I continued to lick and finger fuck her as she pressed my head into her pussy moaning and screaming.

"Yes, that's it that's it, do it here I cummmmmm" she screamed as her whole body spasmed and she shook violently. Her breaths were very short and fast as she tried to get her breath, and I thought I was going to suffocate as she was holding my face down on her pussy. Finally, she started to breath normally again and she let go of the death grip on my head.

"Holy shit, Sean, that was fucking awesome, she said as I moved up to kiss her. 

"I'm glad you liked it."

"Mmm I did, but now it's Big Daddy time." She reached down and grabbed my cock which had become hard again, and she started rubbing it along her pussy and clit. I rocked back and forth as she did and the sensation was amazing. 

"I am so fucking wet but let me take my time, you are so big, you can rip me in half." With that, she guided my swollen head into her pussy and she held onto my arms as she worked it in a little bit at a time. The scene was unreal as I looked down at my cock about three quarters inside her pussy and realized that I was fucking my own sister! I could not believe how wet and warm her pussy felt, and it felt a hell of a lot better than my hand.

"Damn, I feel like you are going to split me in two with that big fucking dick. Ungh but it feels so good," she grunted as I slowly fucked her. I kept trying to get in deeper and she kept pushing back to keep me from doing so.

"Sean, I know you want to get in but you are so big I need to control it baby. Tell you what, get up for a second I have an idea. I stood up and then she stood up next to me and kissed me.

"Ok, sit down on the couch and let me straddle you cowboy," She giggled.

I sat down on the couch facing the TV and she stood in front of me. She got up on the couch standing in front of me and then bent her knees and sat back on her legs. She spread them a little wider and then grabbed my cock and worked it in.

"Ah this is much better."

"Yeah it is I have a great view of the best set of tits in town."

"Hey remember that is your sister you are talking about."

"Yeah, the sister I am going to fuck the shit out of," I said as I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth.

"Oh yeah, my stud brother is going to fuck me good."

I held her ass as she rode me up and down, leaning in to suck on her breasts as they swayed back and forth. Damn, she has a great body. As she moved up and down she nibbled on my ear which only made me want her more. The longer we fucked the deeper I got and I noticed that I was pretty much buried deep within her.

"Holy shit I have never had a guy get this deep before. I never thought I would ever get a cock this big."

She picked up the pace as she impaled herself on my cock her body going up and down and her tits swirling around in front of me. I moved my hands to hold on to her breasts and licked from one nipple to another. I was starting to feel that familiar feeling and decided to prolong things a bit. I had Deb get up and told her that I wanted to fuck her from behind.

"Mmm, doggie style. I like it. Do it little brother."

She got on her knees draping her arms over the top of the couch. I stood behind her and holding my cock, I slid it easily into her drenched pussy. Grabbing her hips, I shoved myself all the way in.

"Oh yes that feels so fucking good. Fuck me hard you stud," she said. I pumped her hard, our bodies slapping together in rhythm, the soft clap clap clap sound as I drove myself into her.

"I'm going to fill you up with my hot cum."

"Do it, do it! Fill up my little pussy with that big dick."

Thrusting harder now, I picked up the pace until I started to cum. Wave after wave of my hot seed shot deep within her as I grunted, cumming in a woman for the first time. As I did so, she screamed with delight, and fingered herself to another orgasm as I shot my load. When I finished, I stayed inside her and leaned forward to kiss her.

"Mmm that was nice, Sean. I love how you feel inside me. This is so naughty."

"I know it is, but what now?"

"Let's go and sleep in Mom and Dad's bed and we'll see what's next," she said. And with that, we went off to continue our new relationship.



The Gardener and the Teenage Tease



"You're not supposed to be in here," said Karen as she sauntered into the billiard room.

Mark took his shot, sinking the 6 ball in the corner pocket, and then straightened and looked at her. "Oh really. Why not?" 

"Daddy wouldn't like it. You're just a gardener, you're not supposed to be in the house."

He regarded her coolly. She was dressed in a white spaghetti-strap top and a short black skirt. She wore no bra, and her firm high breasts were prominent and her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. It was the middle of the day, but she was wearing high heels. 

"Well, it's a good thing he's not here then. Daddy wouldn't like the way you're dressed, either," said Mark, smiling at her disdainfully.

"Listen to you talk," she said, moving closer to him. "You're dressed for the garden and you're in your boss's house playing pool." He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a blue sleeveless t-shirt.

"I left my boots outside. And he's not my boss. I'm self-employed, you know? I'm my own boss."

"You act like you're a big shot," she said. "You're just a gardener."

"I just got out of the army and I like working outside," he said. He bent down and lined up another shot and sank it. 

"Well why don't you go outside then?" she said saucily.

"I'm taking a break," he said.

"That doesn't mean you can come in the house when Daddy's not here," she said. She was standing about five feet from him now, her arms held behind her back, breasts pointing towards him.

"Why, were you looking for me outside? Going to do some more sunbathing? You want to show off your body to me some more?"

"Hmmmf," she said. "You shouldn't look at me when I'm sunbathing like that. It's my house, I can sunbathe where I want to." The previous week, she had been sunbathing topless by the pool when Mark arrived. She'd languidly covered her breasts with her hands as he trimmed the flower beds next to the pool.

"It's not your house, is it? It's your daddy's house. Funny how you always come out to sunbathe when I'm here," Mark pointed out.

She toyed with a lock of hair with one finger. "I like to work on my tan, that's all. Don't talk to me like that."

"Talk to you like what?"

"Talk to me like I'm ... " she let the sentence trail off.

"Like you're a little tease?"

"I am not!" she said, moving a little closer to him. "Now, I mean it, you have to get out of here."

"It's okay, little tease, if you want to show off your body to me, you can do it here in the air-conditioning. It's pretty hot out there today." He straightened up and turned towards her, smiling, and moved a little closer to her.

They were less than three feet apart now.

She turned slightly away from him, crossing her arms under her breasts, looking down. "I'm not a little tease, don't talk to me like that. I mean it."

"Or what? Or you'll tell daddy?"

"Yes!" she pouted, still looking down. She turned sideways to him, rocking her body back and forth a little. 

"You'll tell daddy that you were in here teasing me and showing off your body, and I was mean to you?"

"Yes! I mean ... no! I'm not teasing you, why are you saying that?" she said, still pouting and looking down.

"Are you kidding me? Look at that top you're wearing. You might as well just take it off, because I can see your tits clearly. Look at how hard your nipples are."

"Don't talk to me like that!" she said again, turning towards him. "I just thought I looked nice in this top, I'm not trying to tease you."

"Oh, you look nice all right. Why are your nipples so hard?"

"Maybe you're just a pervert who likes to look at young girls, did you ever think of that, hmm?" she said, looking at him. "How old are you, anyway?"

"Twenty-nine."

"I'm only eighteen."

"That's legal anywhere in the United States. Some places, you're already legal for several years. Anyway exhibitionism is illegal, too, did you ever think of that? Little rich teases who show themselves off for everybody to see."

"Shut up!" she whined. She looked into his dark eyes, smiling, then looked away again. "I'm not trying to tease you."

"You didn't answer me, why are your nipples so hard?"

"You're very crude!"

"It's not an answer. I guess it's the air-conditioning, hmmm?" he reached over and put his arm around her waist. "Want me to put my arm around you and warm you up, hmmm?"

She didn't move, and raised her eyes to look at him again. "Stop talking to me like that, about nipples and stuff. It's not polite. You're just a gardener." 

"Yeah? And you're just a rich little brat and a tease."

"I am not!" she said, her lips still pursed, pouting, looking up at him from under a lock of stray hair. "I'm not a little tease. All the girls wear tops like this. It's not teasing." 

She turned towards him and laid her hand on the arm that was encircling her waist. Their breathing quickened.

"And what about showing me your tits last week, hmm?"

"I didn't," she said firmly. "I just wanted to have an even tan. See?" she pulled one of the straps of her top down to show him that there was no tan line, and then she pulled it back into place.

"I've seen you. You really like to oil yourself up when I'm around, too." He moved closer, tightening the grip around her waist, and she didn't resist.

"I have to protect my skin," she said, moving a little closer. One of her breasts brushed against his chest, and then she moved back a little. "My skin is very sensitive, that doesn't make me a tease."

"And last week, you started feeling your own tits when I was there."

"I didn't!" she said, putting a hand on his chest and pushing backwards, as he tightened his grip around her waist and then added the other arm. "I was just covering them, I didn't want you to see my ..."

"Your tits?"

"My breasts!"

"Then why did you come in here dressed like this today? With your nipples showing through? Don't you want me to see them?" he asked sweetly, pulling her closer at the waist. She put her hands on his chest and pushed backwards, feeling his big hard pectoral muscles. 

"No," she whined. "I'll go put on a bra now," she said. "I'm not a tease."

He pulled the strap off her shoulder, and then tried to pull it down over her breast; she grabbed it and slipped it back into place. He grabbed the other strap and gently tugged it down, and she pulled it back into place also, shifting closer to him.

"Okay, what color bra do you want to wear for me? Black and lacy? Or your blue one is nice. Although I also like that purple one."

"You're been watching me undress?" she asked. "I should tell daddy."

"You left your window open so I could watch you undress, didn't you?"

"I just forget to close the blinds!" she said. He was pulling her closer so that their pelvises were touching now, and she put her hands on his trim hard waist. "I closed the window when I remembered," she said, looking in his eyes.

"Yeah, you stripped down to your little bra and panties and then you closed the window," he said. "Just teasing the gardener, that's all. Little rich slut."

"I'm not!" she said, squirming in his grip and grinding her pelvis against his.

"No? Just a tease?"

"Nooooo," she whined.

"Look at how hard your nipples are. You want to show them to me, hmmm? Show me that you don't have any tan lines."

"No," she said again, pushing harder. "Let me go! I'll tell daddy."

"Tell daddy what? Tell daddy that you were showing off your body for the gardener, and he grabbed you?"

"Yes!" she said.

"I'd like to hear that. 'Daddy, I'm such a little tease that the gardener finally grabbed me!' You know he doesn't like you wearing those slutty clothes. I've heard him scolding you."

She made a pouty noise, and she looked away. "I'm not a slut," she said. "I've never even been with a boy!"

"No? Have you had anybody suck your nipples before?"

"Stop talking like that!" she said again, pushing harder against his chest as he raised her and sat her ass on the pool table. "Stop talking like that and let me go! I'm not a tease or a slut!"

"If you're not a tease, you need to show me your tits then." 

"Why?" she whined. "I'm not a slut, I told you. Only sluts do things like that."

"You showed me your tits last week. Does that mean you're a slut? Or are you just a tease, who shows a guy her tits once but not again? And won't let him kiss her nipples?" 

He was trying to move between her legs, but she kept squeezing them closed and squirming; he still held her around the waist as she sat on the edge of the pool table, and his face was close to hers now. 

She licked her lips and said, "Listen, let me go. This isn't right. My Daddy will be very angry with both of us."

"You think so?" he said. "Show me your nipple and I'll let you go."

"No!"

"Show me your nipples or I'll tell daddy that you were sunbathing naked."

He tried to pull the strap off her shoulders again and she pulled his hands away.

"Nooooo," she whined. "You can't do this," she said, and kissed him briefly on the lips, an electric hot moment that made him gasp, and then pushed him away. "And you said you can see them already, can't you?" She leaned back on her arms so that her breasts were better displayed.

"I want to suck your nipples," he said and began kissing her throat and cleavage. She exposed her neck to him, submissively, but tried to push him backwards again. "You can't! Daddy could home any minute."

"But you want me to suck them, right?"

She made a whining noise in her throat. "I just wanted you to look at me," she said as he kissed her neck. "Do you really think I'm a little tease?" she asked in an innocent voice. "I just want to look pretty. Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah, you're pretty," he said, straightening up to look into her big green eyes, and she kissed him again, and this time their tongues slid together. "And I'd fuck you, if that's what you're asking."

She made a pouty whimpering noise. "Stop being crude!" she said, and he tried to put his hand on her breast and she pulled it away quickly. "You like my body, don't you?" She leaned back on her arms again and looked down at herself.

"Yeah, I like it."

"Don't you think I have nice breasts?" 

"Nice tits?"

"Nice breasts," she corrected. "Don't be crude." She finally relented and stopped pushing his hands away and he felt her sigh and her back arch against his hand as his rough hand engulfed her soft breast.

"Yes. Very nice." He was feeling them through her shirt with both hands now and she arched her back and moaned.

"So it's not a bad thing to show my body to you, is it? It doesn't mean I'm a tease? Or a slut?" She let her legs be parted and he moved his body between them.

"I'm not sure yet," he said. He was grinding his crotch against hers now as she sat on the table, legs wrapped around him, rubbing his ass with the back of one thigh, her short skirt hiked up to reveal lacy white panties.

She made another pouty noise. "I don't want you to think that I'm a tease or a slut," she said, and reached up and hooked her thumbs into the straps of her top. "I'll show you my nipples."

He leaned back and smiled cockily at her. 

"Okay, you can show me your nipples," he said. She pulled the left strap down, and then the right, both of her breasts bared but cupped at the base by the thin fabric of her top. "See? There they are. Little pink nipples." She touched them with her thumbs. "They're hard, you're right. Do you think it's the air-conditioning?"

"I don't know, probably not. It's pretty hot in here," he said.

"It's starting to warm up, it's true," she said. She lay completely on her back on the pool table, her crotch still against his as he stood over her, dry humping her, feeling the warmth beneath her panties even through his shorts, her legs still wrapped around him.

"Do you want to suck them?" she asked. She pinched her nippes between her thumbs and forefingers.

"Do you want me to suck them?" he smiled down at her. "It's not right. Daddy wouldn't like it. I'm just a gardener."

"I've never had anybody suck them before," she said, a little breathless. "A boy at school touched them once, but I've never had anybody suck them."

He bent down so that his warm breath was on her chest as he spoke."Did you have on a bra, when he touched them?"

"Yes, and I kept it on." 

"That's good," he said. "You're no little slut, are you?"

"I don't think so," she said, and ran her fingers through his dark hair as he kissed her between the breasts. She moaned and shivered. "Ohhh, that feels nice."

"You didn't answer me. Do you want me to suck your nipples, even though your daddy wouldn't like it?"

"Mmm, yes, I do. I want to feel your hot mouth on my nipples, I think that would feel awesome ... but then you have to leave, okay? Just suck my nipples and then you have to stop and go out of here." 

"A lowly gardener sucking your nipples, that's kind of slutty isn't it?"

"Ohh, just a little," she murmured. 

"So you're only a little bit of a slut?"

"Yes," she pouted.

He took one of her nipples in his mouth and she cried out, moaning at the sudden warm electric sensation darting through her as his tongue danced over it. "Oh, I love it," she moaned. He pulled her top down over her breasts, the straps pulled down her arms, as if they were holding her arms in place.

He moved to the other breast, sucking more roughly now, using his teeth, eliciting a yelp of pleasure from her.

"Don't bite it!" she whined. "Just suck it ... use your tongue..."

He was grinding his tongue into her nipple while squeezing her breasts with both hands; she had her back arched and both hands were rubbing through his short hair, clutching his head to her. "Stop," she finally moaned. "You have to stop. Daddy will be back soon."

He responded only by lifting her momentarily to completely remove the small white top she wore, and then attacked her breasts with his mouth again.

"Ooohhhhh," she moaned. "Please, stop, you have to stop, Daddy will kill us if he see us!"

He bit the other nipple and she cried out. She tried to push him away, and he grabbed her wrists and held her down on the pool table, and then bit her other nipple, eliciting another cry.

"Don't bite me!" she whined again. "Please, you have to stop."

"Shut up," he said, his mouth muffled by her warm firm breast.

"Please, please" she said. "Please, we can't!"

"I can feel how wet your pussy is," he said. Their crotches were still grinding together, separated only by the thin fabric of her panties and the thick khaki of his shorts.

"I can feel your big hard cock," she moaned. "I love it when you suck my nipples, but please, please stop!" She tried to push him away again but he grabbed both her wrists easily with one hand.

He moved his head down and began kissing her stomach, and forced her legs apart and thrust his face against her crotch and panties, eliciting another cry of pleasure. He rubbed his face and mouth against the moist lace and she moaned again.

"Stopppppppp," she whined. She continued struggling and trying to close her legs, but he used his shoulders to keep her legs spread wide.

Still holding her wrists with one hand, he moved the other hand down between her legs, and pushed her panties to the side and wriggled one finger into her extremely wet and receptive pussy. 

"Ohhh, it's so wet. So smooth and tight, it's like wet silk in there," he said. 

"OHHHHH!" she screamed, "oh god, oh please, oh please, oh please, your finger is in my pussy, you can't do this, I told you you could just suck my nipples," she whined, her hips thrusting against his hand.

"Does it feel good? You're so wet," he said. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, licking her lips and thrusting her hips as he forced his finger deep into her. "Ohhhhhhh, please, please." 

"Please what?" he asked.

"Pleeeeeease stoooop, Daddy won't like it," she moaned.

"Yeah, you're right, Daddy won't like it at all." He bent his head down and dug his tongue between her labia and began sucking her clit, as he thrust a second finger into her tight pussy. 

"OOOHHHH!" she cried out again. "Ohhh god it feels so good!" She began pushing her hips against his finger and face more forcefully. He released her wrists and used his other hand to reach up and squeeze her breasts as he kissed her clit and fingered her; he encountered her hands there also, pulling on her own nipples. 

"Ohhh, god, I'm going to have an orgasm," she said. "We can't do this. Not here! Please, please, please, don't do this .. oh god, it feels so good. Oh please you have to stop!" 

He dug in harder with the two fingers, sucking her clit hungrily between his lips, and she bucked and arched her back and cried out as she came.

"Ohh, god, please," she said, when she stopped gasping. "Please stop, please you have to go now!"

"I thought I told you to shut up," he said, straightening up and grabbing her by the hair. He kissed her long and hard, his lips still slick with her pussy juices. "You like the way your pussy tastes, you little rich tease?"

She whimpered again. "I'm not a tease!" she said.

"I know you're not. You're not going to tease me anymore. You're going to do everything I want you to do."

"Ohhhh, god," she said, as he pulled her panties off. She helped him remove them. "No, we can't do this!"

He unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock, long and thick. "Play with my cock now. Come on, play with it."

She made another whining noise as he took her hand and wrapped it around his thick pulsing penis. She began pulling it slowly up and down, looking at it with wide eyes and wet lips, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of it.

"Ohhh, you've done this before," he said. "You like that nice cock, don't you? You like to play with a nice big cock, hmmm?"

"Ohhh, please," she said softly. "Please . . ."

"Please what?" he asked sweetly. "Please what, hmmm?" He reached down and pinched one of her nipples hard, making her again cry out.

"Please give it to me," she said softly.

"You want me to fuck you, hmmm?"

"Yes," she said, a plaintive whine, looking up at him. 

"You don't care about your father now?" he asked, squeezing her breasts with his rough hand as she stroked his big cock with her small soft hands. 

"Noo, please, fuck me, quickly, before he comes back."

"All right, I'll fuck you," he said.

She still lay on the pool table and he moved between her legs again and began rubbing the purple head of his cock against her slick pussy lips. 

"Ohhhhhhh," she said. "It's so big, it's too big ..." she said.

"You can take it, little tease," he said, and slid the head of his cock inside of her.

She gasped and made a low growling sound like a hungry animal. Her hands clutched at his hips.

"More," she said.

"Oh, the little rich bitch wants more?"

"Yes, please," she gasped. "I want it inside of me."

"What do you want inside of you?"

"Your cock!"

"Are you sure? Don't you think that makes you a little slut? Won't daddy think you're a little slut?"

"No, no," she said, "I don't care, I don't care, give it to me," she panted.

He thrust his cock all the way into her, all the way to the root, and she cried out in pleasure.

"You're not a little tease anymore, are you?" he asked. "Now you're a little slut."

"YES!" she cried out, breathless with pleasure, pushing herself against him.

"Say it," he said.

"I'm a little slut!" she screamed. "Please, fuck me!"

He pulled his cock out and then thrust it into her again, and she screamed her pleasure and rocked her hips against him. "Oh, god, give it to me, I love it, please give me your cock, please fuck me!"

He thrust violently into her, holding her hips and pulling her against his hard piercing cock. She raised her head to watch him fucking her, pulling on her own nipples as he slammed his cock into her, hard and rhythmically. She gurgled and moaned.




The Gardener and the Teenage Tease



As she felt the heat and pressure of another orgasm approaching, he pulled out of her, and as all the beautiful pressure faded away, she screamed, "Oh god no! Please don't stop! Don't stop fucking me!"

He bent down and kissed her again, and grabbed her by the hair. "Come on, little slut, I want you to suck my cock now. I want to come in that little mouth of yours," he said.

"Ohh, yes, I want to suck your cock," she said. He pulled her sideways on the pool table so that he had access to her mouth; she opened her mouth obediently and extended her tongue, like a baby bird waiting to be fed.

He reached down between her legs and inserted two fingers into her; she was so wet that they slipped in easily, but she moaned in pleasure and reached for his pulsing cock, trying to pull it into her mouth.

"Don't do it till I tell you," he said, and slapped her cheek with his cock.

She moaned hungrily, and reached down to rub her own clit as he fingered her.

"Are you a good little slut? Are you ready to suck it?" he asked, and slapped her cheek lightly again with it.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Are you gonna suck it good? Hmm?"

"Yes, I promise," she said.

"Not going to be a little tease?" He punctuated this sentence by slapping her face again with his cock, and she shuddered.

"No I'm not," she moaned. "I promise, I'll suck it good, please let me suck it."

"Okay, go ahead and suck it," he said.

She hungrily took his cock into her mouth, moaning her pleasure around it, caressing the head with her tongue before she took it between her swollen full red lips.

He threw his head back and moaned in pleasure as she eased his cock into her throat. "Ohh, you like to suck that cock, don't you?"

"Mmmmmm," she moaned her affirmation around it.

"You don't care if your daddy sees you now, do you?"

"Hmm-mmm" she moaned again, this time negative, her mouth and throat full.

"Such a bad girl, what would daddy think? Little slut sucking the gardener's cock," he teased her, reaching down to pinch a nipple as she sucked.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned in protest.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva and pre-cum trailing from the head to her mouth.

"No, please!" she said. "Let me suck your cock, cum in my mouth."

"In your mouth? Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said, reaching for it with her tongue as he held it just out of reach, tantalizingly close. "I want it in my mouth, I want your cock in my mouth, I want your cum in my mouth."

"Not on your tits?"

She made a pouty noise of protest. "I want it everywhere but right now I want it in my mouth." 

"Good girl. Suck it good or I won't fuck you anymore."

"I'm sorry I'm such a bad little tease. Please let me suck it." He rubbed the tip gently across her forehead and nose and briefly towards her lips. 

Panting, she lifted her head to try to suck it and he slapped her across the bridge of the nose with it. 

She whimpered and writhed on the table, still rubbing her own clit and playing with one of her nipples as he teased her with his cock. Her mouth was open wide and a stream of saliva was falling from it.

"Okay, suck it good and make me cum," he commanded.

She again swallowed his cock, ravenously. He thrust between her hungry swollen lips, growing more frenzied, moaning and grunting in pleasure as she toyed with her clit, as her body began to approach orgasm again, the waves of pleasure rolling off her clit and the pressure and taste of his cock as he fucked her face. 

Finally the wet hot pressure was too much and his whole body began to shudder; the vibrations caused Karen to moan more fervently in anticipation and finally he exploded in her mouth, a hot salty mouthful and she came for a second time, moaning in pleasure around the mouthful of cum as he pulled his cock out, streams of semen escaping and running down her chin.

When they two of them caught their breath, he pulled a blue bandanna from his back pocket and helped her clean the hot white stuff off her chin.

She sat up and put her arms around him, sighing in pleasure. "You don't think I'm a slut, do you?" she asked meekly.

"Not yet," he said. 

"What do you mean?" she murmured into his chest. 

"You're not a slut because I haven't fucked your ass yet," he whispered in her ear.

She whimpered. "Oh, no, my ass?" she said weakly.

But he was moving her hand down to his cock, which was still semi-hard and slick with her saliva and pussy juice. "Come on, play with my cock. It's nice and wet now, so it'll go into your ass more easily."

"Nooo," she pleaded, stroking his cock smoothly, looking down at it and licking her lips. "Ohhhh, are you sure? What if Daddy comes in?"

"Well, he'll just have to wait for me ," he said. He was feeling her breasts as she stroked his cock and they kissed deeply, sucking on each other's tongues as his cock sprang slowly back to its fully hard state.

"Ohhhh," she whimpered as he turned her around and bent her over the table, face down, her bare breasts on the smooth green baize of the pool table.

She felt his finger dip into her pussy, briefly and she let out a moan.

"Just to make it wet ," he said, and she felt the finger tickle her asshole. Her sphincter clenched and a shiver of pleasure went through her.

"Ohhh, god," she moaned. "Oh god are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course, little tease," he said. "You want it don't you?"

She moaned. "Yes, I want it."

"You don't care if Daddy sees? Hmmmmm?" As he spoke he thrust his finger slowly and incrementally into her asshole.

She began to pant and bit into her own forearm and moaned a negative response. "Nooo," she said.

"No what? You want me to stop? Hmmm?" The finger pushed farther in, making her shudder, and then withdrew.

"No! Don't stop!" she gasped.

"Good girl," he said, and forced his finger rhythmically back inside of her, and she moaned and gasped in pleasure.

Then she felt something larger – his cock – begin to push at her asshole.

"Ohhhh god," she moaned. "Oh, please, it's too big, don't hurt me ..." 

"Oh, you want me to stop? Hmm?" He withdrew his cock, still rubbing it tantalizingly against her anus.

"No! Don't stop!" she begged.

"Oh you want me to fuck you? Huh?"

"Oh yes, please, please."

"Please what?" The cock was pushing against the tight ring of her asshole again. She felt it spread and relax in anticipation.

"Please, fuck me," she whimpered.

"Fuck you where?"

She whined, "Ohhhhh, you know where!"

"Say it."

"In the ass! Fuck my ass, please fuck it."

He began to push his cock hard into her asshole, and she cried out in pleasure, thrusting back against it.

"You like that, hmmm?" he said, bending down to whisper in her ear, reaching under her to pinch one of her nipple and entwining the other hand in her hair. "Little slut likes it in the ass, hmmmm?"

Her response was simply to moan, helpless with lust.

He began to thrust harder, and she cried out again, answering, "Yes, oh god, yes, I love it, I love it when you fuck me in the ass!"

He thrust harder, finding his stride now, pumping hard smooth strokes into her butt while pulling her hair and pinching her nipple hard, and she started to moan helplessly, incoherently, deep animal grunts, pure sensation and heat and pressure, building and building and building ...

Finally she came, clawing at the pool table, her entire body trembling, sphincter spasming as he pushed in and out of her, and he threw his head back and yelled, "Oh fuck," as he pulled his cock out and sprayed hot white ropes of cum all over her back. 

She collapsed on the pool table, breathless, a few tears spilling from her eyes. 

He bent down, chest on her back, and spoke into her ear. "Do you feel like a slut?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked.

"Yessssss," she whispered, smiling. 



The Gardener at the Gym



As the head of his fat five inch thickly veined cocky touched my oiled rosebud my heart leapt. I had a fluttering feeling in my chest as I anticipated the ecstasy to come as I lowered myself onto his throbbing manhood. I looked down at my man. At fifty-three, greying and bald, he nonetheless cut a fine figure in a tight-fitting white G-string, he'd told me his wife bought it for him. The muscles on his chest were impressive, he worked out at the gym I went to. I'd caught his eye on a couple of occasions and contrived to lure him in. Even though older than he, and slimmer, I nonetheless knew he'd taken an interest in me when he kept looking at me as I bent over. I caught him doing so in the mirror behind the bench I'd workout on. He liked my tanned tight ass. I am very proud of it and hone it in the gym regularly to attract men like Ron. His abs were tight and his legs rock-hard and bulging. Naked now, save for a pink lacy Basque and pink stocking hold-ups with pretty lace tops, I looked down at him as his eyes pierced my vulnerability. My pink G-string, removed by Ron earlier, lay wrapped around my pink stocking clad ankle.

Earlier that day Ron had approached me in the showers at the gym. His cock had been tumescent when he approached me. I couldn't keep my eyes from staring at it, I kept looking away, but my eyes kept flicking back to it. Then he caught my eye and I reddened visibly, my face flushed hot with need. This turn him on, and I saw his cock begin to grow. I turned coyly and used my hands to hide my growing erection. He approached me from behind. I felt his cock on my ass cheek and gasped as his hand slid around my waist, moved under my hands and grasped my hardening member. 

Ooooh! I exclaimed in my baby doll girly voice and collapsed back into him effeminately. I felt so attractive at that moment. I had reached around and felt his cock as he poked it at my hole.

"You place or mine?" He asked.

"Anywhere, any time," I' replied like a slutty bitch. I felt so sexy in his presence. We both wore our wedding rings to fuck in. I noticed his ring as his hand circled my cock.

We'd quickly dressed and went back to his apartment, which was only five minutes from the gym. He had a selection of girly clothing in his bedroom and had ordered me to wear a pink Basque, pink stockings with hold-ups a Basque and a G-string.

After I'd dressed he ordered me to lie on his bed. His bedroom was completely masculine, lots of hard wood, dark walls and a massive bed with black silk sheets and a tiger skin effect throw over on which I had lain. This was his secret fuck spot, which his wife had never visited. I felt vulnerable and submissive. I enjoyed the feeling of the throw over rubbing the bare skin above the stockings I wore for his pleasure.

He stripped off at the foot of the bed to stand dressed only in a G-string. His rock hard cock strained the material. I saw a damp patch at the head and my own erection throbbed. How I wanted to please him at that moment and submit. He had a look of pure lust on his face and sneered slightly as he gazed down at my toned hairless body. He had enjoyed fondling my closely trimmed package as I dressed for him.

He slid onto the bed and lay beside me, he reached over me to his bedside cabinet and withdrew a bottle of massage oil and oiled his hands. He put one hand inside my panties and poured a good quantity on my abs. He rubbed the oil into my cock and around to my asshole, his finger glided over my hole. I moaned with pleasure as his finger gently entered me. He pushed it in slowly. I tingled with pleasure and my face reddened, my nipples hardened and my cock stiffened. He pulled my panties down and took my cock in his mouth and sucked and licked me. He kissed my balls as he finger fucked me. I grabbed his head and spread my legs for him as his tongue flickered around my perineum and forced its way into my asshole. He looked up from sucking and licking me. He stared into my eyes, saying nothing, he gave me a superior looking sneer slid up my body all the while staring intently into my eyes. His cock hovered at the entrance to my hole. He pushed gently and I held my legs wide apart as he pushed his cock into me. My heart leapt as he ploughed my furrow. I nearly came there and then. He pushed all the way in held it there and kissed me fully on the lips while he leaned on his elbows. His hands cupped my head. He began to thrust slowly and I grabbed his ass tight. He lay on top of me kissing me and tonguing my mouth. I was in heaven at that moment.

He lifted up, kept hold of me and flipped onto his back, with me on top. His cock came out slowly and it felt amazing. He wanted me to sit on his cock.

"Ride me baby doll," he said huskily and rubbed my silky pink stockings before he caressed my balls.

I quivered as I imagined him bossing people about at work. I flicked my head to one side, like a girl, and bit my lower lip as I leaned forward into his face. I positioned my tanned and oiled butt near his member, I felt it slide under me as I rubbed myself on his cock a few times, like a bitch in heat. My own cock stood proud. I enjoyed wearing hold ups, silky and pink, with lacy tops, like my wife's. Indeed they were identical to my wife's. I enjoyed wearing lipstick and perfume as well, like my wife's. I liked it that men of all ages seemed to like me. I cut a menacing presence, and most men initially found me annoying or threatening. But once they got over that and realised I was a girl in man's clothes they wanted me to suck their cocks. Of course I like young and older ladies as well, fat, thin, short or tall. It matters not to me. As long as they are randy, wanted my cock or me to suck, lick and caress them, then gender made no difference to me. I just liked getting people, who attracted me, to orgasm. I liked them being with me. I needed them to be pleased and pleasured by me because of what I did to them, or for them. It turns me on to please and to serve. Either with my face in a woman's pussy or my ass in the air waiting for a man to fuck me, I don't care.

Ron looked hungrily up at me as I rubbed my asshole up and down his hard heavily veined cock. He grabbed my hip with one hand while the other slid up and down the inside of my oil covered thighs and over my lacy hold ups. He flicked my cock gently with his fingers as he caressed me. 

God I was hot for him.

I loved it, especially when he rubbed my sexy stockings and caressed my sexy butt. He guided my actions with his strong hands, firmly holding me in place by the hips as I pleasured him. 

He moaned manfully under me as I reached round behind and grasped his cock head gently and guided it towards my pussy. I leant over him as I did so, and kissed my man. He is mine now, I thought. I teased him and licked his shoulder, gently biting it. I whispered in his ear.

"Do you want to fuck your baby doll?" I asked, panting like a girl.

"You're so hard and big, it might hurt my pussy, be gentle when you fuck me," I said submissively.

"Okay baby doll, I won't be too rough," he said in a gravelly and lust filled voice.

I nearly squirted my love spray all over his hairy chest when he called me baby doll. I loved him. At that moment I only wanted to please him.

"Sit on my cock now," he ordered as I rubbed my pussy up and down his shaft.

I sat up above him as he held my hips and pushed me slightly. I helped his cock into my hole. 

"Oooo!" I moaned as that beautiful love pain scorched up my ass as his cockhead began to enter and own me. His purple mushroom spread my hole but slid in easily as he'd oiled me up so well when he stripped me off before he fucked me on top. I sat back, above him, on my knees before him, and felt him enter me fully. In this position I felt fully submissive and exposed. His cock head squashed my man clit as it went up my ass. The feeling was amazing, the waves of pleasure made me feel like a woman. I wanted to submit to him and to please him as he pained me. 

"Ahhhh!" I wailed like a woman as I impaled myself above him. I rocked back and forth slowly, my hands on his shoulders as I leaned in and gently let his cock fully fuck me. I French kissed him and flicked my tongue inside his mouth

"Oooh!" I kept moaning.

"You're such a man, I love your cock, it's amazing," I grovelled. I loved manipulating my men like this. Flattering them and making them feel like kings. They loved it, and my teasing, and my ass.

Ron pulled me forward and pulled down my bodice, he sucked my tiny man-titties and tongued my nipples as his hands caressed my ass. My ass that was his; His hard cock shot waves of pleasure pain up to my head and made me shake myself sexily as I rode his lovely cock. Then he spanked my yielding ass.

"Ooooh!" I wailed in pure randy love lust.

"God you're sexy," he cried as he laid back and looked up at me. I leaned back and fully impaled myself on his man-pole, pleasuring him. My cock was swelling. He touched me, he grasped my knob gently and massaged my cock softly as I rode him and moaned. Faster and faster I rode him. Gloving his beautiful cock in my oiled ass as his oily, strong veiny hand massaged my cock. 

"I think I'm coming, God you're amazing," I cried, smiling inside as my words encouraged him to greater hardness and his fingers dug into my ass as he pumped me up and down his cock. I could feeling him tensing as I rode him. I got ready to squirt as my gyrations above his sexy hard body grew more frantic. I put on a good show for my latest man, my hands clutched each side of my head, my eyes closed as I lowered my hands and rubbed my titties through my sexy pink Basque. I submitted to my man's control and his erotic dominating manliness.

"Touch my cock, and smack my ass," I begged, as I rode him frantically to orgasm. 

"I'm coming," he said and began bucking beneath me. He bucked into me so much I worried his cock would fall out. But it didn't. He grabbed me, controlled me, and pushed me down on his cock as I rode him. I felt his cock inside me massaging my man clit and a pleasure feeling pulsated upwards like a volcano erupting my cock squirted over his chest as I wailed my submissive womanly ecstasy. I felt his hot come squirt deep inside my butt. He kept pumping me and his come juice mingled with my man scent as we slowly emptied our balls. I flopped forward on top of him and his arms held me tight into his chest as we panted.

"I haven't felt that sexy in years," I lied.

I saw his look of satisfaction and knew he was mine. I flopped off him and lay with my head on his shoulder, submitting to my new man. My Ron, my lover from the gym and my latest sex toy.