Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

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 obliques. 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.