Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

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 cartbuggy 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.