Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

Idris caught sight of Lady Porter moving his things, noticing her defacing her dress with a casual wipe of her hand against it. He was surprised that she had such little respect for such an expensive item, then considered that might be a quality that she shared with him, something that they had in common. He was going to have very little respect for her things or her body, until he was sure that he had fucked her enough to have pounded a lust for black cock into her young white flesh. Then he might give her some respect and some respite in between further bouts of raw passionate fucking, as he continued to educate her on the responsibilities of a hot young cunt when it had been claimed by black cock. It's responsibility was to spit girl cum all over his shaft and to weep streams of her filthy fuck juice into his mouth or across his fingers, depending on which he was using to defile and debase her flesh. His thoughts were roughly dragged back to the present as she leaned down to retrieve something she'd dropped. His eyes raping their way across her exposed flesh, taking in the sight of her tits, the nipples protruding from her small perfectly formed breasts as they were exposed to his cold hard stare. Clearly there was no tit tape for her, he wondered if she was aware of her error or whether she was yet again deliberately cock teasing him, thinking that she could get away with it. Perhaps she thought he was some 'boy' who she could taunt with her body and be left with zero consequences to pay because he was a mere employee of her husband. How sad and wrong, he could feel his cock stiffen and swell, the urge to sink into her increasing by the second. If they didn't get to the shed soon, he would have to do her right here, pushed into the gravel, the hard stones scratching on her skin as he pounded her into the rough ragged pathway. Instead he forced himself to move towards the buggy and get in. He new she had seen the magazine, he'd almost forgotten about it. He knew because of the flush on her cheeks, a clear sign of embarrassment, outwardly of course. The flush was a sign of her inner whore being fired up, kick started into action he was sure. Women like her, they liked a bit of rough didn't they? She likely had sick and twisted fantasies about being fucked by a black man, by her hired help, that's why she was such a tease. Of course he figured that without the proper motivation she would never engage in such a fantasy, not unless she was 'persuaded' properly. He wondered when she had last felt a mans mouth on her tits, licking at them, biting at her hard nubs, tugging them away from her body then allowing the to drag themselves free. he wondered when the last time was that a real man had gotten his hands on her and give her the brutal merciless fucking that her cock teasing posing demanded. too long, in his mind, far too long. This little bitch not only needed a hard fucking, she deserved it. The way she spoke the word delightful with such disdain and toss the magazine away, only to punctuate her displeasure by showing him another eyeful of thigh, almost drove him over the edge. It would have been so easy to do her right then and there, to pound her in the buggy and just ransack her cunt with his cock until it was filled and overflowing with his hot cum. However he managed to control himself, the best always came to those who waited and another few minutes and she would be so far away from the house that even a 'virgin ass fucking' wouldn't allow her screams to carry their way back to it's pristine halls. Even if they did he doubted that anyone would match the sounds he was going to be drawing forth from her in strangled gasps to anything the staff would expect to come from Lady Porter herself. He expected that it would be far more likely that they would assume it was some lower class woman in the throes of ecstasy, rather than the lady of the house being hard fucked by her black gardener. As he started up the engine and began to follow her directions with a nod, the clouds gathered and the rain began to fall, faster and faster, thickening into a showery deluge from which the buggy provided little to no shelter at all. The rain beat against his flesh, giving it a wet shine as it bathed him. For her he expected it would likely have plastered her dress to her flesh, long before he was past the maze and clear on his way to the shed itself. He followed her words perfectly, he knew the way there after all, the buggy picking up speed and slashing its way through many a muddy puddle before it had traversed the grounds and skirted its way around some trees and the greenhouses to the derelict looking shack. Pulling up to a halt he hopped off the buggy, his boots slapping into the mud as the heavens opened. The rain beat down in a relentless barrage, causing him to wipe his face before moving around to her side of the vehicle. Without waiting for a response or comment, he grabbed hold of her, one arm under her legs, the other around her waist, as he lifted her out of the vehicle. Regardless of any protests or struggles he carried her a few short steps through the mud to the door, where he placed her down on the ground before it. His powerful frame dominating her fragile body, disallowing any possibility to resist. Kicking the door open with a foot he gestured to the inside of the dark looking hovel, while moving to obviously, but casually, slide the key to the buggy into his jeans pocket as he looked at her while the rain cascaded down in a fierce torrent. You better get inside until it stops Lady Porter. No need to thank me. he growled over the pattering of the rain and the rumble of distant thunder. That's a hard rain, if you stay out here you're liable to get soaked... and there's no going back in that buggy, not with the rain like this... he hissed through a twisted grin. He glanced back at the buggy, then at her. A confident and arrogant smirk appeared on his face as he drank in the look of her, openly raping her from head to toe with his eyes now that they were so far from the house, effectively alone. Stepping back he picked up his belt, wrapping it around one hand, then snatched up the chains and padlock. ...of course you are likely to stay soaking even inside, unless you get out of those wet things. That serves a double purpose. I get to see you naked, plus you will have something that hasn't been torn to rags to wear back to the house, after all you wouldn't want to advertise that you had spent the afternoon fucking the help, would you? Or more appropriately, being fucked by the help. he growled in an amused tone, letting the words sink in. I've allowed you to cock tease me for way too long, you privileged little bitch. You think your white flesh makes you better than me, when I know the truth? You envy it, you crave it, you dream about what it would be like for a black man to give you a real fucking, to drive a black cock into your tiny tight little white cunt and fill your guts with his meat. I bet you fucking lay awake dreaming about what it would be like to have all that black cock stretching out your insides, stretching and tenting your guts and the filling your mouth until you fucking choke. he hissed. He eyed her up, the rain still streaming down on both of them as he stood there, her way back leading into the darkness, any way forward blocked by birches, bushes and his massive bulk. Now, you little bitch, strip! Take off that cock teasing rag you've been wearing all fucking day. It's shown me a lot of your tiny tits and your hot legs and thighs, but now I want to see all of it. I want to see you naked, I want to see every fucking inch of you and I want to see it now. he continued, Then I'm going to fuck you, drill open your tiny little white holes and make them mine, just the way I know deep down inside you want me to. he was so hard now that the tip of his massive engorged rod was almost visible at the waist and of his jeans, throbbing pulsing and bulging as it deformed the denim in its hunger to be released. His eyes were fixed on hers, his exposed chest and the leather hanging from his fist giving him an almost tribal appearance as he watched her. Do as you are fucking told you cock teasing white slut. he chuckled. Play nice and you get to have an orgasm, otherwise I'm going to use you a few tines before I allow you to come. he challenged her with his wild words, there was no doubt that he had been pushed over the edge and there was no reasoning with him. His powerful body wanted her innocent looking white flesh and he was clearly going to have it. You must be soaking by now, and not only from the rain. I saw you look at that magazine, I know you were wishing it was you in that picture, thats what all white women want. They all want a big black cock to take away all their troubles. Well, now you have one as well Lady Porter. Do as your told and you'll enjoy every fucking inch of it. he growled.