Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and 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.