Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

[Jack Stalker]

Mansion Grounds!​

Lady Natalie Porter was a rich, white privileged, whore and a cock teasing bitch as well. At least that's what Idris Alba thought as he toiled away under the heat of the noon day sun, tending to some rogue bushes and weeds which needed to be trimmed from the edge of the path leading towards the mansions maze. The grounds were extravagant, as was the mansion itself, but the most annoying feature of the estate for a gardener in his position was not one of its awkward to reach areas which needed attention, but rather the attentions of the Lady of the manor herself upon his lesser black flesh. She always seemed to be in the right place at the right time, to get him worked up and hard enough to come in his jeans. He knew that she had likely never been fucked by a black man, her tight little white cunt still narrow enough to give her husbands tiny white cock some pleasure, still fresh and unsullied by a real mans cock. From the first moment he saw her, lounging about, watching him, teasing him with her flashes of thigh through her flimsy dresses, dresses that were worth a months pay to him, he knew he was going to wreck her the first damn chance he got. Punish her white flesh with his massive fucking tool and make her scream beneath the vicious and desperate assault of a man who not only thought about her wretched white whore holes, but who wanted to defile her, desecrate her and make her scream as he impaled her on his cock and gave her what she deserved.

All he had to do was wait. He had heard stories, seen things, been told about white bitches who weren't getting enough attention. They always had fantasies about big black cocks wrecking their tiny little white fuck holes. He figured Lady Porter was the same, but perhaps she didn't have the guts to go through with anything? Maybe instead she was simply thinking that she could tease, torment and torture him all day long with no comebacks? She was going to find out that she was wrong, she might be able to cock tease some weak down trodden and under the thumb white man, but him? He was gong to show her that teasing a real man got you fucked hard and rough, got you ravaged to rags and shown what a real cock could do to a sweet innocent looking cunt that needed a hard hammering.

He'd been thinking about her a while and now that her husband was away, the staff thin on the ground, his impatience was growing and he knew that it wasn't going to take much to trigger him into making her pay, simply for being white and within reach. She needed to be slapped, have some sense and respect fucked into her tiny white cunt and have her rich airs drenched in ht cum while he abused every fucking hole in her body. He could see her now, lounging on the steps leading to the mansion as he tore up the last of the weeds and tossed them into a wheelbarrow. He was wearing only his jeans right now, his shirt discarded and his powerful, lean and muscular torso on full display. He wiped his brow and paused to finish off the bottle of beer he had been drinking, chucking the bottle into the barrow along with everything else as he fixed his eyes on her, raping her from head to toe with a cold unwavering and un submissive gaze that challenged her to approach, to say something as he stopped work and simply drank in the look of her. His cocky arrogant and confident stance dominating the ground he stood on as he thought about all the wicked depraved things he could do with a hot woman like that. Compared to him she was so petite, so small, she would stand no chance if he simply wanted to take her. None.

He wheeled the barrow towards the steps, then stopped, staring at her. He made it quite clear that he was raping her with his eyes, fucking her flesh with his gaze as he looked her over. "There something I can do for you Lady Porter?" he asked, although his growling bass of a voice, together with his powerful stance and the way he towered over her, made it apparent that he wasn't asking her anything, it was more like a challenge, more like a twisted warped confession that very soon he would be doing something to her, not for her. He stood there, knowing that the shapeof hs long fat cock wouldbe visible, even through his jeans, as it pushed down along one thigh. His sweat stained flesh was dripping rivulets of the sinful looking liquid down his abs and obliques, as he waited for a response.

 

[Ferny]

"Finally", Natalie had muttered under her breath after she had closed the doors behind a group of women that had been over for brunch. "Pretentious stupid bimbos", she continued and turned around towards the stairs of the huge mansion she was living in. As part of the old aristocracy it was her duty to host events like these for people she did not care about at all. Though the class of nobility had lost its power, that did not mean it had lost its influence and maintaining good relations with the other families was a vital part of advancing on the social ladder and furthering businesses. Lady Natalie Porter knew that, she had known that all her life, even before she married Duke Earl Porter a few years ago. He was handsome enough and from a good house, which made it a logical match and once he had started to court her, she was willing to let him, knowing that once she would be his wife, her title would actually rise up to Duchess. She did not insist on being called that at all times, yet it was good to know that she owned that title and that it displayed her superiority over other people. Being far from stupid, Natalie always saw through the charade of the aristocrats, but at the same time being part of it made her feel better. She was better! So despite having gained a higher rank in the hirachy, life itself with her husband was mundane. He was a boring man, only interested in his money and how well other people would like him. The Lady of the house Porter was different in that regard, sure she liked the riches, but did not care one ounce if she was being like or not, in her mind everyone was beneath her anyway.

When she finally reached the stairs she had a change of heart and turned around once more, walking slowly through the lounge and towards the door that lead to the huge garden. The Duke was out of the country for business and Lady Natalie liked it that way, as she did not need to indulge in pointless conversations with him or take part in what he called "our time". He was as boring in the bedroom as his personality was and usually she would only have sex with him once every month if at all. Like in her normal life she was sure that she deserved unconditional servitude from her man in the bedroom, that it was his duty to satisfy her, but his skills were lacking and very soon after the wedding she had become sick of his feeble attempts to excite her. Him being away also meant that the staff was on its bare minimum. The Lady hated too many people around and usually gave most of them days off when her husband wasnt home. As she left the house and stood on the terrace she caught a glimpse of Idris Alba, the gardener. Every time she saw him it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Though she would never admit to it, it was obvious that Lady Porter was a racist. When her husband had hired the black gardener, she had tried to persuade him to fire him and give the job to some one else, but the Duke had one of his rare moments where he displayed a backbone and he had put his feet down. Later in the evening they had fought about it again and he had tried to explain to her that he came with high recommendation. A black man in her household, her father would be ashamed. She kept a close eye on him since, longing for him to give her an excuse to fire his ass. It her mind it was only a matter of time before he would steal something or do something else that would justify to lay him off.

She took another few steps and sat down on the stairs, still in her expensive blue dress she had worn for the brunch. It was revealing but classy at the same time and it took only seconds for Natalie to notice that Idris Alba was eating her alive with his eyes. He did that a lot, staring in silence and she wondered if he was just thick and thought she wouldnt notice, or if he just did not care if she would. She leaned back and held his gaze, shifting her legs a bit to show off a tiny bit more of the smooth pale skin of her thigh. The corners of her mouth lifted barely visible as she enjoyed teasing him. She was sure he would imagine all kinds of fantasies in his little narrow mind, fantasies of how she would please him and admire him. She chuckled over the irony as her mind was filled with nothing but contempt for him. He was a thorn in her eye and she was like a bloodhound, always on his track, always looking for her chance to get rid of him. The way he was staring now, almost like a challenge made her angry. He stood there without a shirt, showing off his muscular body and even though she hated his guts, she had to admit he was in shape. He was just finishing a bottle of beer, something she would never had allowed but she knew it was something her husband had established. There were times where the Duke would share a beer with his gardener as they would both sit on the terrace of the mansion, or at the pool, or even just between some bushes in the maze. Lady Natalie felt sick by this, how could he treat him like a friend. He was staff, nothing more, and in addition to that he was black.

The slender brunette locked her eyes on him and her facial expression changed into one that conveyed nothing but arrogance when Idris Alba approached her with the wheelbarrow in front of him. The way he stared, shamelessly and almost drooling over her. When he had finished talking she paused for a moment, letting her eyes wander over his stature. She noticed the big bulge in his jeans and judging from that he must be hiding a monster down there, but it mattered not. Not for her. Nonetheless she decided to tease him more, showing him what he could never have. While still leaned back she opened her legs a bit for a brief moment, quite clearly giving him a glimpse of her black designer panties. She closed her legs as quick as she had opened them and got up abruptly. "Actually there is Idris.", she sneered at him, making no attempt to hide her haughtiness. It was obvious that his question was not a real question and that he was planning to finish for the day and return to the staff accommodations on the outskirts of the grounds. With her husband gone however she had all the time she wanted to make his life miserable. "My husband and I have decided that we want to improve the visual of the less visited parts of our property. There is a maintenance shed on the northern part of the grounds. It is quite small, painted in grey and utterly overgrown. We want you to cut the bushes and branches around the shed and remove the birch branches that have been nailed to the top of the handrail." She waited calmly for his response, knowing full well that this would mean another 3 to 4 hours of work at least, if not more depending on how difficult it would be to deal with the handrail. When he didnt answer right away she pushed further. "Do you know which shed I mean? Or do I have to show you?" Lady Natalie used a presumptuous voice, as if she thought he was retarded or something like that. Secretly she enjoyed making him feel lesser and to add insult to injury she had the audacity to give him a beautiful smile as if her words had been meant to be encouraging and not degrading.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Idris knew that Lady Porter was fucking with him when he saw her deliberately shift her legs, exposing more of her innocent looking milky white thighs to his merciless gaze. In his home country a white woman showing off in such a manner, acting the role of a cock teasing little slut, would have been held down and fucked to rags for such an action. There men did not put up with the teasing, the toying and the overconfident rudeness that white men put up with here. At home they knew how to deal with women like that, insolence and arrogance was met with hard cock and plenty of it, proving time after time that a good hard fuck was all that was needed to gain control of a woman and put her in her place. Fortunately for him he believed that home was where the heart was, and his heart was here, so strongly in fact that he believed it was his duty to show this rich white bitch that she could not get away with her whorish ways for much longer. Perhaps she thought her dress was classy, but to him it wasn't some work of art worth the months of his wages that she had likely paid for it, to him it was like a red rag to a bull, an invitation to strip the flimsy rag from her flesh and grasp at her, an invitation to punish her for flaunting her flesh behind the flimsy display of her riches, an invite to demolish her flesh and make her scream with pleasure and pain from having his huge black cock stretch her like he knew no white man would ever be able to. Breaking her in would not only be a delight for him, but he expected that he would be doing the Duke who had hired him a favour, possibly laying the ground work for him to move onto another woman after he had destroyed this ones cunt to the point where a white cock would not even be felt sliding between her stretched out cunt lips.

He pulled another beer from the wheel barrow, popping the cap and tossing it casually away, watching it bounce onto the steps by her feet. He briefly wondered what it would be like to fuck her with it, then considered that he would prefer to use his cock, fingers or tongue to violate her flesh first, resorting to the bottle only when he was done, only when he was spent and her filthy white cunt was dripping with his foul seed. Some women liked to think that they had an inner goddess that could be inflamed by the right man or circumstance, but looking at her now, Idris knew that she had an inner whore, one who was looking to get fucked. Hard. He let his eyes drift to her legs, watching with surprise as she opened them slightly to display her panties to his cruel and almost animalistically primal gaze. He was half expecting her to have been wearing nothing, obsessed with a visible panty line as women called it, but her dress allowed her the luxury of panties and was now allowing her the satisfaction of teasing him with a display of them. He made sure that she knew he had seen her depraved exposure, before raising his eyes back to hers and taking a sip from the freshly opened bottle of beer. He watched her stand up, the motion bringing her closer to him. He was sure that she would be able to feel the heat from his flesh at this distance, see the sheen of sweat on his raw muscular torso, feel the heat of his breath as he gave a sigh after swallowing the liquid from his last swig of beer.

He knew the shed she was talking about, he had discovered it and made some headway there the other day. The work was far from complete though, with only the door cleared and plenty of rough to be cleared away. The opportunity knocked and he wasn't going to send it away. The Duke was absent, the staff were thin on the ground and here she was wearing a dress that would have gotten her raped to rags, if she had been brave enough to take two steps into any random street outside of her protected little bubble of rich privileges. "No Lady Porter, I have no idea where you mean." he replied, bending down he picked you the bottle top which had been discarded, letting her feel his breath against one of her legs as her dress fought to slide down to finish covering it. He flipped it into the barrow. "You better show me where it is, like you suggested." he told her, his voice a deep resonating bass as he towered over her fragile and petite frame, he had never wanted to fuck anyone more. Long, hard strokes until she fucking broke. Now he was going to have the opportunity, if she was stupid enough to lead him away into the wilds of the north part of their estate, to wreck her bigoted racist flesh until the only cock she would ever crave would be a black one.

Leaving the barrow behind he pointed towards a golf cart/buggy style vehicle used to traverse the grounds, gesturing to the passenger seat next to the drivers which had a few things piled on it. "Please climb aboard Lady Porter, we can make most of the distance in that, then walk along any paths needed when we get there," he told her. He was completely unfazed by the length of time it would take to complete the task regarding the shed, after all he had a far more worthy task in mind for her flesh. A good hard fucking. He knew there were some chains and padlocks on the passenger seat which would need to be shoved into the rear of the vehicle, along with some other paraphernalia which included a leather belt, a can of oil, a slender looking mag lock flashlight and an old magazine which was folded back to a page which showed a huge hung black man driving his cock into a fragile looking white girl. Interracial Monthly. That was stuffed between the pages of a newspaper which was lying half open. "Just clear off the seat, I'll be there in a moment." he said, moving and parking up the barrow before heading over there with the intention of hopping up into the driving seat, assuming that she was amenable with them driving there. "Just point the way and lead on when we get there Lady Porter. I now that you have an issue with things being left unattended, abandoned and neglected. Poorly maintained and left to grow hungry for attention. Don't you worry, I'll get things back in shape and full working order real fast." he told her, giving her a friendly smile which did not quite quell the animalistic and primal lust which was fiercely glowing in his eyes. He glanced up, noting some grey clouds approaching, threatening to overcast the area. "We had best get a move on." he advised.

 

[Ferny]

She looked at the gardener expectantly and had to force herself not to jerk away once he bent down. It came as a surprise to her and she wasnt quite sure what he was doing until she saw him pick up the bottlecap that was tossed in front of her feet so blatantly only moments ago. His warm breath touched her leg momentarily and again she suppressed the urge to move away. Though too far down for her nose to take part, she was sure it smelled like beer and for that reason a significant portion of anger rose up inside her. How dare he breathing his filth on me? Yet she knew better than to voice or even show her dismay. After all she would never be able to explain to the Duke that he had to fire his favourite staff member because she felt his breath when he picked up some trash in the garden. When he was standing tall again she had to lift her chin in order to look up to him as he was towering over her, making it almost look like she was a child next to him. Undeterred by her actual height of barely 5'2 feet she had always made herself look taller, be it by the support of fancy designer high heels or the sheer height of nobility that she was radiating out of every pore in her body. Nonetheless it did not help with the tall black man who took care of the flora on the grounds of the Porter mansion. He was easily a foot taller than she was, if not more. When he finally answered she nodded slightly, as if she had expected his answer from the get go, as if he was too stupid to remember all the parts and remote areas of the Porter property. His voice surprisingly melted with the warm afternoon temperatures, deep but still a hint of mellowness. Natalie could see how other people, people who are not as clever as she was, might mistake it for kindness and charm.

Up until now the Lady of the house had almost not noticed the little golf buggy that was parked a few meters away. Only after Idris Alba had pointed it out and suggested her to "climb aboard" she had taken a closer look. It must have been one of the old golf buggies that her husband was using. Even at after a first short glance it was obvious that there was a reason why her husband had decommissioned the vehicle and apparently he had given it to Mr. Alba. Truth be told it made sense, after all the grounds were massive and in order to do a good job he had to move equipment around the grounds. Though she would never admit this in front of the Duke and much less so in front of the gardener himself, Natalie had to give him some credit, as the gardens and the maze looked stunning. That was the only thing about Idris Alba she was impressed with, or at least that was as much as she would admit to herself. She glanced at the things on the passenger seat and carefully moved the chains and padlocks to a box that was attached behind the seats on the buggy. Wondering briefly for what he might need those, she concluded that a lot of things must be locked away and in addition to that the grounds had several exits, some obvious and guarded, some small and hidden away, but still every one was locked. The next items were a belt, presumably property of Mr. Alba, a can of oil which she held with only her thumb and her pointer and quickly threw it into the box before wiping her hands on a the side of her dress. That would probably ruin it but what did it matter? It was unlikely she would wear it again anyway as she had been seen in it by other members of her social class and that meant there was no way she would wear it again. A noble life was at times a wasteful life, which might be a concern for other people, but Lady Natalie Porter did not care the slightest bit. After putting away a flashlight she grabbed the side of a newspaper and just when she picked it up a smaller sized magazine dropped to the floor in front of her.

The careful manicured fingers of Natalie dropped the newspaper into the box before staring down to her feet and the magazine in front of it. It had been beaten up pretty badly but the pictures were still clear as a cloudless sky on a mild summers day, just like it was that very day. A black man of massive stature, not unlike Idris Alba was taking up most of the page, yet the eyecatcher was the much smaller white women who got apparently impaled on his huge cock. It was a vulgar and vile depiction of a sexual act and her first reaction was pure disgust. Yet after a moment she caught herself wondering what it must feel like for a woman to have "that" in her and unwillingly her eyes wandered over Idris Albas muscular body and the bulge in his jeans. In a flash of extreme weakness in her mind she imagined the gardeners big black member. Her cheeks grew some of that light reddish colour that she always got whenever she was excited, ashamed or embarrassed. Within a blink of an eye she regained control and picked up the magazine, offering the gardener a deep view down her dress, which if he would look, would tell him that she was not wearing a bra underneath. Quite clearly her small breasts were visible for an instant as the soft pink stood out of the shadowy colour scheme that was offering itself to the tall black man on her upper body.

Once back up she glanced at him again, noticing his eyes locked on her and only then realizing that he might had witnessed another glimpse of what he would never be able to have. In order to not lose control of the situation she smiled at him confidently, trying to convey an aura of authority. She held up the magazine that read "Interracial Monthly" once she had closed it and changed her facial expression to one of disgust again. "Delightful", she remarked tartly and sat down in the passenger seat and threw te magazine into the box before crossing her legs which meant that once more one leg was getting exposed and her colourless skin was once more on display for Idris Alba to take in. Natalie assumed he would do just that but right now she was pondering how to describe the way to the small shed since it has been some time since she had been there. "If you would be so kind and just drive towards the maze for now and after passing it there should be a crossing with the path to the left leading to the guest house, the right to the fountain and the small cabin next to it. However we will go straight forward, passing the greenhouses and then another turn to the left and you should be able to see the shed." She finished her explanation and carefully pronounced each word in an exaggerated way, again in an attempt to make him feel stupid. With regard to his last words though, the petite brunette felt less confident than she was comfortable with. Was he messing with her? Did he try to unsettle her mind? If so he was successful as she was unable to explain his words. It felt awfully like he was mocking her and her relationship with her husband, but in such a subtle way that it was impossible to accuse him of anything. For the first time Natalie wondered if there was more to the tall black man that she had thought, was he playing her for a fool without her realizing it? Impossible, for that to be true he must have been cunning like a fox and in her mind that was just not a possibility that she could fathom. She stared at the sky for a while and had to agree that it looked like a change of weather was imminent, the probability of heavy rain seemed more than likely and she wondered if she had made a mistake in planning to overwhelm him with work on the far side of the grounds. Yet it wasnt all bad, as her mind was working out the details, she concluded she would show him the shed, then take back the buggy herself and make him walk after he is done with the work. If all would add up, he would even get plastered by thick drops of rain on his way back. A beautiful but diabolical smile appeared on her flawless face and she turned her head towards him, looking up to him once more as they passed the maze. "I can not believe you dont know about the shed Idris. I am very disappointed! I thought by now you would know every corner of the grounds, my husband trusted you to take care of all the areas around here!", she blurted out in a tone that was reproachful but obviously not sincere.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Idris caught sight of Lady Porter moving his things, noticing her defacing her dress with a casual wipe of her hand against it. He was surprised that she had such little respect for such an expensive item, then considered that might be a quality that she shared with him, something that they had in common. He was going to have very little respect for her things or her body, until he was sure that he had fucked her enough to have pounded a lust for black cock into her young white flesh. Then he might give her some respect and some respite in between further bouts of raw passionate fucking, as he continued to educate her on the responsibilities of a hot young cunt when it had been claimed by black cock. It's responsibility was to spit girl cum all over his shaft and to weep streams of her filthy fuck juice into his mouth or across his fingers, depending on which he was using to defile and debase her flesh. His thoughts were roughly dragged back to the present as she leaned down to retrieve something she'd dropped. His eyes raping their way across her exposed flesh, taking in the sight of her tits, the nipples protruding from her small perfectly formed breasts as they were exposed to his cold hard stare. Clearly there was no tit tape for her, he wondered if she was aware of her error or whether she was yet again deliberately cock teasing him, thinking that she could get away with it. Perhaps she thought he was some 'boy' who she could taunt with her body and be left with zero consequences to pay because he was a mere employee of her husband. How sad and wrong, he could feel his cock stiffen and swell, the urge to sink into her increasing by the second. If they didn't get to the shed soon, he would have to do her right here, pushed into the gravel, the hard stones scratching on her skin as he pounded her into the rough ragged pathway.

Instead he forced himself to move towards the buggy and get in. He new she had seen the magazine, he'd almost forgotten about it. He knew because of the flush on her cheeks, a clear sign of embarrassment, outwardly of course. The flush was a sign of her inner whore being fired up, kick started into action he was sure. Women like her, they liked a bit of rough didn't they? She likely had sick and twisted fantasies about being fucked by a black man, by her hired help, that's why she was such a tease. Of course he figured that without the proper motivation she would never engage in such a fantasy, not unless she was 'persuaded' properly. He wondered when she had last felt a mans mouth on her tits, licking at them, biting at her hard nubs, tugging them away from her body then allowing the to drag themselves free. he wondered when the last time was that a real man had gotten his hands on her and give her the brutal merciless fucking that her cock teasing posing demanded. too long, in his mind, far too long. This little bitch not only needed a hard fucking, she deserved it. The way she spoke the word delightful with such disdain and toss the magazine away, only to punctuate her displeasure by showing him another eyeful of thigh, almost drove him over the edge. It would have been so easy to do her right then and there, to pound her in the buggy and just ransack her cunt with his cock until it was filled and overflowing with his hot cum. However he managed to control himself, the best always came to those who waited and another few minutes and she would be so far away from the house that even a 'virgin ass fucking' wouldn't allow her screams to carry their way back to it's pristine halls. Even if they did he doubted that anyone would match the sounds he was going to be drawing forth from her in strangled gasps to anything the staff would expect to come from Lady Porter herself. He expected that it would be far more likely that they would assume it was some lower class woman in the throes of ecstasy, rather than the lady of the house being hard fucked by her black gardener.

As he started up the engine and began to follow her directions with a nod, the clouds gathered and the rain began to fall, faster and faster, thickening into a showery deluge from which the buggy provided little to no shelter at all. The rain beat against his flesh, giving it a wet shine as it bathed him. For her he expected it would likely have plastered her dress to her flesh, long before he was past the maze and clear on his way to the shed itself. He followed her words perfectly, he knew the way there after all, the buggy picking up speed and slashing its way through many a muddy puddle before it had traversed the grounds and skirted its way around some trees and the greenhouses to the derelict looking shack. Pulling up to a halt he hopped off the buggy, his boots slapping into the mud as the heavens opened. The rain beat down in a relentless barrage, causing him to wipe his face before moving around to her side of the vehicle. Without waiting for a response or comment, he grabbed hold of her, one arm under her legs, the other around her waist, as he lifted her out of the vehicle. Regardless of any protests or struggles he carried her a few short steps through the mud to the door, where he placed her down on the ground before it. His powerful frame dominating her fragile body, disallowing any possibility to resist. Kicking the door open with a foot he gestured to the inside of the dark looking hovel, while moving to obviously, but casually, slide the key to the buggy into his jeans pocket as he looked at her while the rain cascaded down in a fierce torrent. "You better get inside until it stops Lady Porter. No need to thank me." he growled over the pattering of the rain and the rumble of distant thunder. "That's a hard rain, if you stay out here you're liable to get soaked... and there's no going back in that buggy, not with the rain like this..." he hissed through a twisted grin.

He glanced back at the buggy, then at her. A confident and arrogant smirk appeared on his face as he drank in the look of her, openly raping her from head to toe with his eyes now that they were so far from the house, effectively alone. Stepping back he picked up his belt, wrapping it around one hand, then snatched up the chains and padlock. "...of course you are likely to stay soaking even inside, unless you get out of those wet things. That serves a double purpose. I get to see you naked, plus you will have something that hasn't been torn to rags to wear back to the house, after all you wouldn't want to advertise that you had spent the afternoon fucking the help, would you? Or more appropriately, being fucked by the help." he growled in an amused tone, letting the words sink in.

"I've allowed you to cock tease me for way too long, you privileged little bitch. You think your white flesh makes you better than me, when I know the truth? You envy it, you crave it, you dream about what it would be like for a black man to give you a real fucking, to drive a black cock into your tiny tight little white cunt and fill your guts with his meat. I bet you fucking lay awake dreaming about what it would be like to have all that black cock stretching out your insides, stretching and tenting your guts and the filling your mouth until you fucking choke." he hissed. He eyed her up, the rain still streaming down on both of them as he stood there, her way back leading into the darkness, any way forward blocked by birches, bushes and his massive bulk. "Now, you little bitch, strip! Take off that cock teasing rag you've been wearing all fucking day. It's shown me a lot of your tiny tits and your hot legs and thighs, but now I want to see all of it. I want to see you naked, I want to see every fucking inch of you and I want to see it now." he continued, "Then I'm going to fuck you, drill open your tiny little white holes and make them mine, just the way I know deep down inside you want me to." he was so hard now that the tip of his massive engorged rod was almost visible at the waist and of his jeans, throbbing pulsing and bulging as it deformed the denim in its hunger to be released. His eyes were fixed on hers, his exposed chest and the leather hanging from his fist giving him an almost tribal appearance as he watched her. "Do as you are fucking told you cock teasing white slut." he chuckled. "Play nice and you get to have an orgasm, otherwise I'm going to use you a few tines before I allow you to come." he challenged her with his wild words, there was no doubt that he had been pushed over the edge and there was no reasoning with him. His powerful body wanted her innocent looking white flesh and he was clearly going to have it. "You must be soaking by now, and not only from the rain. I saw you look at that magazine, I know you were wishing it was you in that picture, that’s what all white women want. They all want a big black cock to take away all their troubles. Well, now you have one as well Lady Porter. Do as your told and you'll enjoy every fucking inch of it." he growled.

 

[Ferny]

With a spark of dismay Lady Natalie Porter felt the first few drops of rain on her skin while Idris Alba was steering the golf buggy through the grounds. Only seconds later it seemed like the heavens had opened up and thick streams were gushing out of the sky, effectively drenching her within a minute. She looked down to her arms and legs, getting a good look of the milky white skin glistening underneath the water. "What a shame", she muttered barely audible as she had hoped she would be back in the mansion before the rainfall. Nonetheless she would enjoy a hot shower soon enough while the disliked member of the staff would have to work in this weather on the outside. That thought enlightened her thoughts and again she had to smile. By the time they arrived at the old shed her dress was sticking tight to her body and every inch of her was soaking wet. Even her brown hair stuck to the side of her head in thick strands which she pushed out of her face once the golf buggy stopped. Suddenly Mr. Alba was by her side, grabbing her quick as a snake. His buff arm sliding underneath her legs, his warm wet skin rubbing over the back of her slender thighs. The other hand lifted her easily out of the passenger seat as if she was weighing nothing. "What the...", was all she was able to say before the black gardener had turned around and marched towards the door of the shed. His strong arms underneath her and his posture made it clear that this was happening despite whatever she might have to say. When he put her down to her feet they stood there for a moment in silence. The noble Lady looking up to the mere staff member, imposingly looking down at her.

His words seemed again like mockery. She was already soaking wet, which he clearly could see as the wafting of her expensive designer dress had evidently stopped as it was glued to her tiny frame, exposing each shape of her body for him to see. Something he shamelessly did and for a moment Natalie thought he would actually jump her. This moment of tension brought back the magazine to her mind and the picture of the massive black man, who was goring the white woman with his massive cock that seemed to be the length of a baton. Against her better judgement she let her mind wander off again and contemplate about how well Idris Alba might be equipped. Before she could glance once more down towards his groin however she was taken out of her daydreams by him stating that there would be no way back in that buggy for now. This was not how she had planned the whole thing, but she sure as hell was not keen to walk back the distance in that heavy rain. Suspiciously though, Mr. Alba seemed to enjoy the fact that she was stuck here with him and she could not help but ask if he had figured out her plan and was happily spoiling it with the assistance of the heavens. He walked back a few steps to the buggy and picked up some things from the box and on his way back towards her she had a new impression of his persona. Watching him closely as he took step after step he looked less like the dumb black fool who was cutting her bushes and mowing her lawn, now he looked more like a force to be reckoned with, almost predatory in the way he was closing the distance. For the first time Lady Natalie Porter felt like she was not superior to him. Strangley the few circumstances, the shed, the rain, the buggy, all that was enough to interfere with the status quo, enough to turn the tables.

Once he spoke again it became obvious that his lust, which had only manifested iteself in stares and looks over the past few months had passed the point of reservation. The hunger for her fragile white body was no longer encased in his mind, it had broken free of its chains and he was unleashing it on her without any form of hesitance. Fear started to rise up inside her and she could feel her heart starting to beat faster, so much so that it was a surprise to her that it was not visibly lifting her chest up and down. His words were not mere fantasies, not a proposal or wishful thinking, they were the law for now. No one had ever spoken to her like that and the sheer suggestion that she would let someone like him, someone of his social status even touch one inch of her body would have been preposterous under normal circumstances. Alas, these were not normal circumstances and the dynamic between the Lady of the house and the gardener had changed. If anyone at any time would have dared to call her a bitch, she would have made sure that for the rest of his life he would have had nothing to be happy about ever again. Yet, while she was still standing in front of the old maintenance shed, with thick rain drops attacking her from above like fighter jets, she listened to his insults, her heart still beating abnormally fast. Was he right? Was she dreaming of a big black cock that would fuck her senseless? She allowed herself to ponder over that question for an instant but was unable to admit it to herself. He was wrong! She had enjoyed teasing him, but only because it manifested the fact that she was better than him, that she was so far out of his reach that he could only stare at her and probably jerk off later to the pictures in his mind and that would be as close as he would ever come to having her. Despite that, she was looking at him with a tense look in her eyes, hanging on his lips for every word he said and with each mentioning of her being a bitch or her tits she could feel the excitement grow inside her body. He wanted her to strip naked in front of him now. He demanded it and Natalie had her answer ready and the tip of her tongue. Thus far though the words "Are you out of your mind you filthy disgusting piece of shit?" had not left her mouth even though it had opened for them to come out. It felt like they were stuck, no matter how much her brain signaled her to say these words, they would not leave the space between her luscious lips.

Instead her eyes peaked down to his groin and his jeans seemed to be about to burst, the big bulge from earlier had grown and if the outline that was almost jumping to her face was any indication he was massively huge. Beyond anything that Natalie could imagine her body was able to deal with. It was impossible. Still not sure how he had managed to turn the power structure around she was unable to resist to his vulgar demands and while still locking her eyes to his groin her hands started to move upwards towards the strap around her neck that was holding up the dress. Almost as if in trance she pulled it over her had and peeling down the blue piece of fabric towards her legs, revealing an unobstructed view to her small breasts and the pink nipples that were rockhard after standing in the chilly rain for more than just a few seconds now. The drips of water were following the dress down her body, acting almost as a challenge for Mr. Alba to admire the look of her wet smooth skin as she was stepping out of the dress. Unconsciously Natalie was biting her lower lip while her eyes searched for his again, trying to conceive the look in his eyes as he scrutinize her tiny body. The rational part of her head was screaming at her to stop this utterly misguided behaviour on her part and on his too. Yet the excitement, the curiosity and the inexplicable need to do as he said was much more powerful and this became more evident when after a few seconds had passed by and Lady Natalie grabbed the sides of her black panties, shoving them down in one swift movement and revealing also the most delicate part of her body. Allowing the tall black man to take in every last portion of her body, uncovering the soft skin between her legs, with not one hair to be found. The strange feeling inside her had expanded with each piece of clothing that she had rid herself of and still too stubborn to admit it, the rain was not responsible for the wetness between her lower lips. Again she was biting her lower lip now almost expectantly as her eyes were back on his.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Idris tuned out for a moment, it was like he was in some surreal dream as he bore a heated stare into Lady Porters eyes, before lowering his penetrating gaze to rape her body with his eyes. Her soaking dress clung to her flesh and her flushed cheeks painted her skin a shade of scarlet that he associated with a whore in heat. His impatience had pushed him over the edge, his need to savour her depths combined with her cock teasing him to the limit and beyond. The opportunity to bring her out here was something he had never foreseen and the drive had stiffened and swollen his cock to a point where it was impossible for him to back down or back away from having her. There was no doubt in his mind that the youthful looking white whore before him was ready to be defiled, ready for her inner whore to cut loose and welcome the attention of a man who would wreck her and stretch her, to such a foul degree that her poor husband would need to be dealt with without the use of her stretched out cunt for weeks to come. His own fierce lust burned in his eyes, shining out like a beacon for any to see, he had been flashed one too many times and now all he wanted to was to feel the heat of her flesh against his and to see how much black cock she could take before she was reduced to a mewling and whimpering slut who could never again be satisfied by white cock.

He was certain that steam was rising from him as the rain beat against it, but he could not even feel the water, his muscular body tense and tight as he fucked her with his eyes, the sodden and wretchedly inadequate piece of material which was masquerading as her dress barely covering huge expanses of flesh as it was left clinging to her curves. Her ragged hair plastered across her cheeks, her neck and her shoulders by the rain which had appeared like a trusted ally and pushed the situation towards a resolution which favoured and fed his wanton and craven lust for her. Who could say what debauchery, depravity and outright sin would have captured and controlled his actions of the rain had not come, he might have even waited to corner her in the house, perhaps only a few feet away from her husband. A strong hand muffling her lips while he ravaged her up against a wall of bent over the grand piano. Instead the first taste of her flesh, and he was confident it would only be the first, would come out here, in his domain, so to speak. He would use her flesh and stain her insides with his sinful juices, his seed would be spread within her as he made her his latest project within the gardens. Her tight white cunt forced to feast on the liquid sin from his balls that was destined to pour into her tiny little cavity, purely for his wicked and sordid entertainment.

Her open mouthed shock amused him, her lips inviting, her tense little body begging him for attention, for brutal unforgiving attention that would last an eternity as he forced her open and lay waste to any resistance she might manage to summon to thwart his violation of her white flesh. "When I'm done with you, you rich little white bitch, your whore holes are going to be leaking my cum for weeks. Your husband, the Duke? If he were to learn what happened to you here, then he would discard you with disgust in a moment. No more riches for you, no more parties, no more orders to those you think are beneath you. You would be a destitute slut, cast aside by the society you so eagerly embrace right now, shunned for being the fuck toy of a black man. That won't happen though Lady Porter, because what happens between us is going to remain our little secret, our private little arrangement, don't you agree? You will help with that, by making sure that you satisfy your husband with your mouth and your hands, because you tight white cunt and your vicious tiny ass will have been stretched too far for him to ignore the fact that another man had been inside his precious white treasure of a wife." he hissed, chuckling as he draped the chains and padlock he had been carrying over the handrail leading to the shed, instead breaking off a length of birch that had grown in a ragged pattern across it as he paused, swishing it in the air in front of him with an appreciative look, before returning his gaze to her.

"That's it, show yourself to me you little bitch." he growled, his eyes bulging with animal lust, his body tensing, muscles rippling as she stripped her dress down to display her breasts, the small perfectly sized tits and bullet hard nipples drawing a grunt of approval from him, a guttural bass rumble from deep in his chest as he watched her almost disbelievingly. He reached out, stroking the tip of the birch across them, teasing her nipples with the tip of the wooden stick as he feasted his eyes on her pale white flesh, watching as it was quickly soaked and drenched by the rain, streams of water running down her body to slice across her nipples, dripping from them as she exposed herself to the elements as well as his burning merciless gaze. His cock twitched violently as she continued her quest to expose every inch of herself, his eyes continuing to sear an invisible trail about her flesh as she stripped down her panties, leaving herself in nothing but her heels and the streaks of rain water which were assaulting her body. He forced a hand into his right jeans pocket, drawing out a phone which he quickly brought to bear on her bare naked body. A single click signalling that he had everything he needed now to ensure co-operation. "Your flesh is magnificent. Your body a work of fucking art. You have even shaved your cunt bare so that it may be attended to and feasted upon by a mans tongue. Very good Lady Porter, very good indeed. You have prepared your body like a banquet for me, and now I will feast on it. Feast on you." he growled. He lightly lashed the tip of the birch against her nipples, then drew it down her body, tracing it's length along her oblique’s. He then shifted it to stroke it across her abs, before he finally brought it down in between her luscious thighs, teasing her clit and cunt folds with it. He forced them apart one at a time, revealing the pink slit of her gash dripping with water between her legs, water and her own girlish juices, stirred to weep from her cunny by his presence, he had no doubt.

He put away the phone, the beckoned her with a swish of the birch, stroking it up her body to her chin. "Come here Lady Porter. I want you to take it out." he glanced down at his groin. "Unzip me and take it out. Then, because I am merciful, I will give you to a count of sixty to get it as wet as you can. Use your hands, your mouth, your gifts as a woman, because you need to get it as slick, as wet, as dripping as you can... because when I am finished counting to one sixty I am going to have you turn around and grasp hold of that railing... and then I am going to spread your rich white privileged legs and force it deep into your willing and yielding holes. Whichever one you beg me to fuck you in. You had best hope that my cock is slick enough to force you open and ransack your depths.” he finished, his cock throbbing, a massive engorged and violently hard rod stretching up inside his jeans and boxers as he kept his eyes riveted to her, his powerful stare straying between her shaven cunt lips and her tits, before moving to her face. “Quickly Lady Porter. For your own sake. One… two… three…” he began to count in a slow rhythmic way, his powerful voice carrying to her ears above the lashing beat of the rain as it continued to fall around them in the violent and unexpected shower which had undoubtedly been sent by the gods of his homeland to help him conquer this white bitch.

 

[Ferny]

When Idris Alba mentioned her husband the Duke, a pang of guilt and shame went through her for an instant. It was not that she was in a loving relationship with him anyway, but the simple fact that she was standing here on the outskirts of the Porter Mansion grounds, completely naked as her gardener had demanded from her, brought her back to reality. The wrongness of her behaviour was almost painful and she pondered briefly to end this right away, but there were two problems. The first one was Mister Alba, who did not look like he would just let her go now that his hunger had been awoken, she could see it in his eyes that he would have what he wanted and there was no other way this would turn out. The second one was something she was truly ashamed of and would never be able to voice out loud to any other human being. Undressing for the tall black man had excited her, she had felt the tingling inside her body and had she not even looked at him expectantly after she had revealed herself to him? Without saying a word, she had agreed to his demands and obeyed in order for him to drive this entanglement forward had she not? She could feel her head nodding in agreement when Mr. Alba said that this would be their own private little secret arrangement. Natalie could not remember willingly moving her head, yet it had happened and again she was eagerly listening to his deep voice cutting through the rumbling of the rain.

With the branch he had broken off he was pointing towards her now and the moment it touched her nipples she moaned while exhaling, making the sound not even audible with the rain surrounding them like a wall of confinement. She was standing naked out in the open, practically for the world to see, yet the remoteness of their location and the thinness of the staff made their whereabouts as hidden away as a locked room inside the basement of the huge mansion. Her usually soft nipples were so hard by now that it felt like they were about to burst, desperately in need of attention. Once more she was taken out of the bubble she was in when the gardener took out a phone and snapped a quick picture of her exposed flesh. She could imagine how the pale skin must stand out in contrast to the dark background of the grey painted shed and the bushes and trees behind her. The clouds that provided a constant downpour of water also had darkened the sky that it almost seemed like the world was about to end. To the contrary though, Natalie Porter felt like this was just the beginning of something. Again he had gotten away with something that would usually make her hunt down the perpetrator relentlessly, but him taking a picture of her denuded body felt like just another step towards the way they were going, the way were the tables had turned, where Mr. Alba was in charge, and she was at his mercy. When the stick arrived between her legs she jerked away for a moment, the feel of the hard rough bark against the utter softness of her lower lips came as a shock. The Lady of the house never moved her feet away though and the extension of the gardeners arm found its way between her legs quickly again and toyed with her tender lips.

Her breathing intensified and when he lured her closer she was obliging as if she had never done anything different. She shifted her gaze downwards where his throbbing cock was begging to be freed. The next words sounded like a cruel game, he was certainly enjoying the changed roles and there was still nothing she could do to snap out of it. There was a ominous power that he was wielding over her and she could not escape from it. From a psychological standpoint one might argue that a life of always being in control led her to long for someone who would take charge, who would take away the control for her, but that was something her mind would never be able to agree to. She listened attentively to each word and a shiver of fear stuck her body at once. The thought of this massive black cock inside her was already enough to make her knees weak with fright, but she had clearly heard him saying her "holes", as in plural. The truth was that never once in her life, Lady Natalie Porter had allowed anyone to perform anything close to her butt. This was a no-no. It was a filthy and vile thing that lesser human beings would do, but not a woman of her status. She was thinking clearly for a moment, which did not last for long as Idris Alba started to count his 60 seconds countdown and by then she would better have his manhood prepared. As if the spell he had over her was back in place she switched her attention to his jeans and unbuttoned them with swift and able movements. She could feel the tension as his cock was pressing against the fabric and if she didnt knew better, she could almost hear a "poop" when she had opened all the buttons and the first half of his cock was jumping into freedom.

Her hazel eyes widened in shock. Even though his cock had only been freed half way it was already much larger than that of the Duke. The girth easily exceeding that of her own wrist. She glanced up at his face, still the expression of utter disbelief on her face, which met his confident eyes, urging her on. She pulled down the jeans a bit further and the full length of his massive black rod was revealing itself to her. She had to fight the urge to step back. In all her life she had never seen anything like this and her mind was unable to comprehend how the physical act was supposed to work. She had been in shock about the well hung man in the magazine already but Mr. Alba was much larger.
Nonetheless his counting continued and warily she put her hand around the thick strong cock, unable to wrap her delicate fingers around it completely. The power it was radiating was intimidating and it took Natalie another 5 seconds before she finally moved her hand slowly, finally starting to stroke his cock. She felt afraid and unsure but at the same time in awe. The witnessed something supernatural here that much was clear in her mind. She picked up the pace little by little until his voice filled her ears again and she could clearly make out the number 40. Despite the rain and her being aware that she was dripping wet between her slender legs, his cock was still not slippery in a way that she should wish for if he would be true to his word and ram it into her body in less than 30 seconds. Of his genuineness she was sure and there fore she bend down forwards and pointed the huge tense shaft towards her soft lips, embracing the tip between them before opening her mouth as wide as she could and letting it slide to the inside. There was practically no space left and the noises she made while trying to swallow must have sounded vulgar. Natalie moved her head back and forth quickly, trying to cover this beast of a cock in as much saliva as she could, though her mouth was only capable of taking in maybe 3 inch before the sheer girth would prevent his manhood from exploring her mouth any further. Feeling the time running out she upped her efforts by going faster, which caused her to gag several times before the time was up and she released his cock, looking up to him with spit still connected between her lips and his cock.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Idris watched Lady Porters reactions and the way her mouth moved. He watched the way her body shifted and her flesh responded, both to the touch of his birch stick and to the sound of his voice as he laid it out for her, as he told her what he was going to do to her cock teasing flesh for all the times she had denied him what he had been after from the start, the chance to desecrate her innocent looking pale flesh in the name of justice against her twisted white attitude. In the name of justice and in the name of lust, his raw lust that overcame reason and logic with its fierce punishing need for him to defile her flesh. In his mind she deserved was to be impaled on his cock and fucked to rags, no mercy. no pause. There was no better fuck in his mind than a tight white girl with a cunt that could cling to a huge black cock and suck its way along every vein and over every ridge. A tiny white cunt that would weep with joy as it was stretched to breaking point and filled with his red hot cock right to the balls. Not just her cunt either, he intended to despoil every last damn hole in her tight white body, force her open, wreck her for any other man, make her a loyal little slave to black cock. He would ensure that all she thought about, in those moments when she was alone and beyond his reach, would be how and when she would be able to get a huge black rod of flesh back inside her tiny narrow fuck channels.

He looked at her as she followed his commands, bent to his will, served his instructions with an obedience which he found pleasing. Her tiny delicate fingers grasped at his cock and he watched as the huge monstrous erection was exposed to the air and the rain around them. Drops of water began bouncing off the fat helm, as fast as they merged with the slick sheen of pre cum which was weeping from its slit. The long shaft sported a twisting pattern of veins, his heavy balls hanging below the enormous rod as it jutted up vertically in front of him. He hissed as her tiny hand clutched at it, finally feeling the cool touch of her flesh as it grasped against his rod. A moment later and the heat was fading, transferred from his iron hard shaft to her small delicate hand, like a heat sink it drew away the fierce fire of his cock, cooling it momentarily as it raged hard before him. Her strokes began then, easing up and down it, causing him to gasp and groan in ecstasy at the feel of her childlike fingers ravaging their way back and forth along the merciless looking pillar of black flesh which she had exposed. He smirked, then hissed aggressively, grasping her hand and holding it away from his cock. The shaft bobbed and twitched in front of her, slowly throbbing and pulsing as he thought of other things and managed to draw himself back from an early orgasm, her touch almost overwhelming him with its feel. Once he was ready he placed her hand back on his shaft, resuming the count, enduring the delicious feelings that she was transferring to him through her fist fucking of his length.

He reached out, his fingers grasping her left tit, clutching at it with a powerful grip that left his nails dragging along her flesh. Red tracks were left in her flesh, almost scratching the surface as he mauled her tiny tits with a casual familiarity, as though he owned every inch of her pale flesh. His thumb and forefinger captured the bullet hard nub of her nipple, twisting it, then tugging it away from her breast. The nipple distended away from her, until the tight squeezing of his digits was not enough to stop it slipping free and vibrating against her as it snapped back into place. He smirked, moving his hand to slap her face, a light touch against her cheek which left it flushed as he counted towards forty. He paused, "I'm hard you dumb white bitch... what you need is to get my shaft slick, wet, dripping like my cock head is dripping with pre cum." he hissed. He placed the birch between his teeth, stopping the count momentarily as he reached down and unwound the belt from his wrist as she lowered herself down and moved to engulf his erection with her mouth. Watching her lips part to slide around the fat head of his helm almost made him erupt, but again he managed to control himself, savouring the feel of her tongue and lips sucking and licking at the monstrous fuck tool that was now threatening to choke her. He stretched the belt between his hands, before wrapping it around her throat, tightening it only enough to provide a gentle squeeze against her neck as he shifted his hips to push the head of his long hungry rod against the back of her throat, threatening to drive it balls deep.

With the belt in place he took back the birch in one hand, then gripped her head with the other, grasping a fistful of her hair in his hand. He held her steady as she sucked and gagged on the first third of his cock, soiling and staining it with her lipstick and spit. As he strained to vocalise the final numbers he stopped, then gripped her hair even tighter, pulling her head to look up at him as he saw a trail of spit drip from between her lips and his cock head. "Not good enough bitch." he growled. Dragging her face closer he dropped the birch and gripped his cock with his other hand, slapping her cheeks with the hard rod, smearing spit and pre cum across her face before driving it between her lips. He forced it across her tongue to nudge against the back of her throat, then continued to apply pressure there until he felt her throat came in and his huge rod was crammed and driven into her gullet, bulging out her neck obscenely as he choke fucked it a good seven inches into her narrow opening. He held t there, squeezed and squashed into her viciously tight channel, before finally drawing it out soaked with her saliva and gasps. "That's better." he growled. "It's for your own good Lady Porter." he smirked. He grabbed the belt around her throat, dragging her to her feet he turned her around, forcing her up against the hand rail. He grabbed her wrists, placing her hands on the rail, then kicked her heeled feet apart to spread her thighs for him. His other hand guided his monstrous erection to her sit, the fat head stroking up and down it, before it began to push forwards into the hot pink gash which had been exposed. "Turn your head. Normally I'd just do you, like a dog, a nasty rude arrogant white bitch that needs black cock to learn manners... but I want to see your face, see your eyes when I push this fucker deep into your cunt. I want to see you, so we both know how bad you fucking wanted it Lady Porter, how badly you wanted your black bastard of a gardener to fuck your tiny white cunt." he growled, tightening the belt around her throat aggressively as a warning. "Turn to look at me bitch." he hissed, his cock starting to spread open her vaginal tract as it was pushed and speared into her cunt, the thick girth stuffing the shaft into her inch by glorious inch, her cunny a tight sheath that was being deformed in order to allow his enormous cock to violate her precious white cunt. It was like fucking his shaft into an angel and his expression showed his bliss fuelled ecstasy as he felt his rod open her up like she was some common and cheap street corner slut, when really she was the lady of the manor, a rich Duchess who should have been standing over him with a whip, but who instead was now going to be his fuck toy, his personal privileged little white whore.

He fucked her slow, savouring each stroke into her and each back pull of his rod, the head spreading her cunt lips, the folds dragging along his length as he drove in and out of her, slowly but surely feeding more and more of his length into her with each movement of his hips. "Tell me Lady Porter, tell me about the last time you were fucked. I want to know." he growled. "Tell me all about it... then tell me how much better this feels, how much better it feels to be as good as raped by your black slave. Of course, it's not really rape if you want it, is it you filthy white bitch... and you want it, don't you. You want my big black cock in your tiny little cunt. Tell me." he roared as the rain lashed against their exposed bodies, mixing with the spit, sweat and sexual secretions which bathed his shaft and their flesh. He kicked her feet apart as he spoke, her heels scraping against the ground as he positioned himself to drive into her deeper and faster, slowly increasing the pressure in her cunt, the wide helm squeezing against her insides as he fought to power it into her narrow channel. "Tell me all you can, use your foul mouth you bitch, because you need me to come, you want me to come, you have to have me come, because if I don't come from fucking your tiny white cunt it's going to have to go in your mouth or your ass until I do come."