Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

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.