Thread: The Gardener! (Jack Stalker and funredlips)

The GARDENER! Jared Preston had been working hard at the Knight mansion now for a few weeks, one look at his physique and his sculpted good looks were enough to see that this was a job that he was dedicated to and good at, something he had been doing for years and something that gave him his amazing looks and legendary stamina that went with them. The gardens at the Knight mansion house were less work than he initially thought they would be and mainly took care of themselves. The Knight's were not into anything particularly fancy or showy, the gardens being more of a functional display of plants and trees bordering the house and the driveway. The secret grotto, the maze and the sheltered gazebo areas were the ones that took up most of his time, as well as the area around the outdoor pool. It was work that he found somewhat relaxing, spending most of the day strolling around in just his jeans as he was forced to strip to the waist in the heat of the warm summer they were experiencing. That and because he took some pleasure in showing off his toned and not too muscular body to the young whore who masqueraded as the Knight's daughter. Keira Knight . He had noticed her straight away, with her 'anorexic in denial' features that were somehow restricted to her top half. Her ass and legs were a mesmerizing sight to behold and one that had ensured that he was hard and raring to go since he had first arrived. He had made sure to stay away from the house while her parents had been staying here, since no observant father could have failed to notice the foot long wedge of cock that packed out his jeans when Keira was around or the way that he raped her with his eyes whenever he thought no one was looking. That was almost all the time of course, since he was almost invisible to the Knights, no one paid any attention to the gardener if they did not have to, after all. Except for Keira, she always seemed to be around in some short or revealing outfit, even the elegant long dresses she sometimes wore always seemed to have slits that revealed her perfectly proportioned legs or her virtually flat chest... unless it was just his imagination running rampant. He was sure that if the household staff were not comprised of old men and maids that she would have been fucked half blind by now, by someone else on the staff. Fucked ragged and left in a bush for him to find. He would not have been so merciful, given the chance, that was certain. The feelings he had towards her had increased with each day that he worked at the mansion, he was stripping down to simple jeans and trainers most days now as he divided up the tasks he had been assigned to make sure that he was always able to visit an area where Keira was. Jared always had an excuse to be near her, to think about her flesh and the way she would feel if he managed to get himself inside her. She looked virgin tight and every time he found himself gripping his foot long cock and stroking himself to orgasm he knew that he would have to force himself into that tight wet hole between her legs, actually clench his teeth and cram himself into her to overcome the narrow heat of that tight young fuck tube she harboured between her legs. Today was the first day that she would be alone in the mansion, her parents were away abroad and there was a minimum staff on site, a limo driver, a butler and a few cleaners and maids... with the size of the place it could be that a day could pass and a member of staff would be glimpsed only by accident. It had three floors and masses of internal space that opened into ballrooms, entry chambers with sweeping staircases and balconies that wrapped around the upper levels, as well as the rooftop walk. Jared's thoughts were mainly on Keira, rather than the building, as he gathered his tools and equipment for the assault on the maze he would be engaged in later on. He wondered how she would be dressed today and where her schedule would put her. He had excuses to cover the whole mansion and its grounds, especially the maze, which needed trimming as well as the secret garden and gazebo. More importantly, though, he had an excuse to go to her and ask her if she had any instructions for him, an excuse to talk to her and admire her flesh up close. He wondered if today would be the day that he snapped, the day that she drove him over the edge and forced him to devour her flesh like a wild beast, like some wild animal that had to have its hunger satiated by her cunt, her ass and her mouth. She looked to him like the sort of rich whore who craved hard and rough sex, the sort that smart suited toffs and gentlemen would never be able to give her. In his wicked and crazed imagination she needed someones hands on her, to maul her and fuck her like a rag doll, someone who would not be scared that she would break, someone who could pound into her until she screamed for mercy and then soaked herself in the realisation that he had none. Someone like him. Right now he was busy trimming the entrance arch to the maze, wondering where and when Keira would make an appearance today, looking forward to undressing her with his eyes and moving closer to the day when he would be able to ravage her flesh without pause or mercy.