Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

With a spark of dismay Lady Natalie Porter felt the first few drops of rain on her skin while Idris Alba was steering the golf buggy through the grounds. Only seconds later it seemed like the heavens had opened up and thick streams were gushing out of the sky, effectively drenching her within a minute. She looked down to her arms and legs, getting a good look of the milky white skin glistening underneath the water. What a shame, she muttered barely audible as she had hoped she would be back in the mansion before the rainfall. Nonetheless she would enjoy a hot shower soon enough while the disliked member of the staff would have to work in this weather on the outside. That thought enlightened her thoughts and again she had to smile. By the time they arrived at the old shed her dress was sticking tight to her body and every inch of her was soaking wet. Even her brown hair stuck to the side of her head in thick strands which she pushed out of her face once the golf buggy stopped. Suddenly Mr. Alba was by her side, grabbing her quick as a snake. His buff arm sliding underneath her legs, his warm wet skin rubbing over the back of her slender thighs. The other hand lifted her easily out of the passenger seat as if she was weighing nothing. What the..., was all she was able to say before the black gardener had turned around and marched towards the door of the shed. His strong arms underneath her and his posture made it clear that this was happening despite whatever she might have to say. When he put her down to her feet they stood there for a moment in silence. The noble Lady looking up to the mere staff member, imposingly looking down at her. His words seemed again like mockery. She was already soaking wet, which he clearly could see as the wafting of her expensive designer dress had evidently stopped as it was glued to her tiny frame, exposing each shape of her body for him to see. Something he shamelessly did and for a moment Natalie thought he would actually jump her. This moment of tension brought back the magazine to her mind and the picture of the massive black man, who was goring the white woman with his massive cock that seemed to be the length of a baton. Against her better judgement she let her mind wander off again and contemplate about how well Idris Alba might be equipped. Before she could glance once more down towards his groin however she was taken out of her daydreams by him stating that there would be no way back in that buggy for now. This was not how she had planned the whole thing, but she sure as hell was not keen to walk back the distance in that heavy rain. Suspiciously though, Mr. Alba seemed to enjoy the fact that she was stuck here with him and she could not help but ask if he had figured out her plan and was happily spoiling it with the assistance of the heavens. He walked back a few steps to the buggy and picked up some things from the box and on his way back towards her she had a new impression of his persona. Watching him closely as he took step after step he looked less like the dumb black fool who was cutting her bushes and mowing her lawn, now he looked more like a force to be reckoned with, almost predatory in the way he was closing the distance. For the first time Lady Natalie Porter felt like she was not superior to him. Strangley the few circumstances, the shed, the rain, the buggy, all that was enough to interfere with the status quo, enough to turn the tables. Once he spoke again it became obvious that his lust, which had only manifested iteself in stares and looks over the past few months had passed the point of reservation. The hunger for her fragile white body was no longer encased in his mind, it had broken free of its chains and he was unleashing it on her without any form of hesitance. Fear started to rise up inside her and she could feel her heart starting to beat faster, so much so that it was a surprise to her that it was not visibly lifting her chest up and down. His words were not mere fantasies, not a proposal or wishful thinking, they were the law for now. No one had ever spoken to her like that and the sheer suggestion that she would let someone like him, someone of his social status even touch one inch of her body would have been preposterous under normal circumstances. Alas, these were not normal circumstances and the dynamic between the Lady of the house and the gardener had changed. If anyone at any time would have dared to call her a bitch, she would have made sure that for the rest of his life he would have had nothing to be happy about ever again. Yet, while she was still standing in front of the old maintenance shed, with thick rain drops attacking her from above like fighter jets, she listened to his insults, her heart still beating abnormally fast. Was he right? Was she dreaming of a big black cock that would fuck her senseless? She allowed herself to ponder over that question for an instant but was unable to admit it to herself. He was wrong! She had enjoyed teasing him, but only because it manifested the fact that she was better than him, that she was so far out of his reach that he could only stare at her and probably jerk off later to the pictures in his mind and that would be as close as he would ever come to having her. Despite that, she was looking at him with a tense look in her eyes, hanging on his lips for every word he said and with each mentioning of her being a bitch or her tits she could feel the excitement grow inside her body. He wanted her to strip naked in front of him now. He demanded it and Natalie had her answer ready and the tip of her tongue. Thus far though the words Are you out of your mind you filthy disgusting piece of shit? had not left her mouth even though it had opened for them to come out. It felt like they were stuck, no matter how much her brain signaled her to say these words, they would not leave the space between her luscious lips. Instead her eyes peaked down to his groin and his jeans seemed to be about to burst, the big bulge from earlier had grown and if the outline that was almost jumping to her face was any indication he was massively huge. Beyond anything that Natalie could imagine her body was able to deal with. It was impossible. Still not sure how he had managed to turn the power structure around she was unable to resist to his vulgar demands and while still locking her eyes to his groin her hands started to move upwards towards the strap around her neck that was holding up the dress. Almost as if in trance she pulled it over her had and peeling down the blue piece of fabric towards her legs, revealing an unobstructed view to her small breasts and the pink nipples that were rockhard after standing in the chilly rain for more than just a few seconds now. The drips of water were following the dress down her body, acting almost as a challenge for Mr. Alba to admire the look of her wet smooth skin as she was stepping out of the dress. Unconsciously Natalie was biting her lower lip while her eyes searched for his again, trying to conceive the look in his eyes as he scrutinize her tiny body. The rational part of her head was screaming at her to stop this utterly misguided behaviour on her part and on his too. Yet the excitement, the curiosity and the inexplicable need to do as he said was much more powerful and this became more evident when after a few seconds had passed by and Lady Natalie grabbed the sides of her black panties, shoving them down in one swift movement and revealing also the most delicate part of her body. Allowing the tall black man to take in every last portion of her body, uncovering the soft skin between her legs, with not one hair to be found. The strange feeling inside her had expanded with each piece of clothing that she had rid herself of and still too stubborn to admit it, the rain was not responsible for the wetness between her lower lips. Again she was biting her lower lip now almost expectantly as her eyes were back on his.