Thread: Mansion Grounds! (Jack Stalker and Ferny)

Idris watched Lady Porters reactions and the way her mouth moved. He watched the way her body shifted and her flesh responded, both to the touch of his birch stick and to the sound of his voice as he laid it out for her, as he told her what he was going to do to her cock teasing flesh for all the times she had denied him what he had been after from the start, the chance to desecrate her innocent looking pale flesh in the name of justice against her twisted white attitude. In the name of justice and in the name of lust, his raw lust that overcame reason and logic with its fierce punishing need for him to defile her flesh. In his mind she deserved was to be impaled on his cock and fucked to rags, no mercy. no pause. There was no better fuck in his mind than a tight white girl with a cunt that could cling to a huge black cock and suck its way along every vein and over every ridge. A tiny white cunt that would weep with joy as it was stretched to breaking point and filled with his red hot cock right to the balls. Not just her cunt either, he intended to despoil every last damn hole in her tight white body, force her open, wreck her for any other man, make her a loyal little slave to black cock. He would ensure that all she thought about, in those moments when she was alone and beyond his reach, would be how and when she would be able to get a huge black rod of flesh back inside her tiny narrow fuck channels. He looked at her as she followed his commands, bent to his will, served his instructions with an obedience which he found pleasing. Her tiny delicate fingers grasped at his cock and he watched as the huge monstrous erection was exposed to the air and the rain around them. Drops of water began bouncing off the fat helm, as fast as they merged with the slick sheen of pre cum which was weeping from its slit. The long shaft sported a twisting pattern of veins, his heavy balls hanging below the enormous rod as it jutted up vertically in front of him. He hissed as her tiny hand clutched at it, finally feeling the cool touch of her flesh as it grasped against his rod. A moment later and the heat was fading, transferred from his iron hard shaft to her small delicate hand, like a heat sink it drew away the fierce fire of his cock, cooling it momentarily as it raged hard before him. Her strokes began then, easing up and down it, causing him to gasp and groan in ecstasy at the feel of her childlike fingers ravaging their way back and forth along the merciless looking pillar of black flesh which she had exposed. He smirked, then hissed aggressively, grasping her hand and holding it away from his cock. The shaft bobbed and twitched in front of her, slowly throbbing and pulsing as he thought of other things and managed to draw himself back from an early orgasm, her touch almost overwhelming him with its feel. Once he was ready he placed her hand back on his shaft, resuming the count, enduring the delicious feelings that she was transferring to him through her fist fucking of his length. He reached out, his fingers grasping her left tit, clutching at it with a powerful grip that left his nails dragging along her flesh. Red tracks were left in her flesh, almost scratching the surface as he mauled her tiny tits with a casual familiarity, as though he owned every inch of her pale flesh. His thumb and forefinger captured the bullet hard nub of her nipple, twisting it, then tugging it away from her breast. The nipple distended away from her, until the tight squeezing of his digits was not enough to stop it slipping free and vibrating against her as it snapped back into place. He smirked, moving his hand to slap her face, a light touch against her cheek which left it flushed as he counted towards forty. He paused, I'm hard you dumb white bitch... what you need is to get my shaft slick, wet, dripping like my cock head is dripping with pre cum. he hissed. He placed the birch between his teeth, stopping the count momentarily as he reached down and unwound the belt from his wrist as she lowered herself down and moved to engulf his erection with her mouth. Watching her lips part to slide around the fat head of his helm almost made him erupt, but again he managed to control himself, savouring the feel of her tongue and lips sucking and licking at the monstrous fuck tool that was now threatening to choke her. He stretched the belt between his hands, before wrapping it around her throat, tightening it only enough to provide a gentle squeeze against her neck as he shifted his hips to push the head of his long hungry rod against the back of her throat, threatening to drive it balls deep. With the belt in place he took back the birch in one hand, then gripped her head with the other, grasping a fistful of her hair in his hand. He held her steady as she sucked and gagged on the first third of his cock, soiling and staining it with her lipstick and spit. As he strained to vocalise the final numbers he stopped, then gripped her hair even tighter, pulling her head to look up at him as he saw a trail of spit drip from between her lips and his cock head. Not good enough bitch. he growled. Dragging her face closer he dropped the birch and gripped his cock with his other hand, slapping her cheeks with the hard rod, smearing spit and pre cum across her face before driving it between her lips. He forced it across her tongue to nudge against the back of her throat, then continued to apply pressure there until he felt her throat came in and his huge rod was crammed and driven into her gullet, bulging out her neck obscenely as he choke fucked it a good seven inches into her narrow opening. He held t there, squeezed and squashed into her viciously tight channel, before finally drawing it out soaked with her saliva and gasps. That's better. he growled. It's for your own good Lady Porter. he smirked. He grabbed the belt around her throat, dragging her to her feet he turned her around, forcing her up against the hand rail. He grabbed her wrists, placing her hands on the rail, then kicked her heeled feet apart to spread her thighs for him. His other hand guided his monstrous erection to her sit, the fat head stroking up and down it, before it began to push forwards into the hot pink gash which had been exposed. Turn your head. Normally I'd just do you, like a dog, a nasty rude arrogant white bitch that needs black cock to learn manners... but I want to see your face, see your eyes when I push this fucker deep into your cunt. I want to see you, so we both know how bad you fucking wanted it Lady Porter, how badly you wanted your black bastard of a gardener to fuck your tiny white cunt. he growled, tightening the belt around her throat aggressively as a warning. Turn to look at me bitch. he hissed, his cock starting to spread open her vaginal tract as it was pushed and speared into her cunt, the thick girth stuffing the shaft into her inch by glorious inch, her cunny a tight sheath that was being deformed in order to allow his enormous cock to violate her precious white cunt. It was like fucking his shaft into an angel and his expression showed his bliss fuelled ecstasy as he felt his rod open her up like she was some common and cheap street corner slut, when really she was the lady of the manor, a rich Duchess who should have been standing over him with a whip, but who instead was now going to be his fuck toy, his personal privileged little white whore. He fucked her slow, savouring each stroke into her and each back pull of his rod, the head spreading her cunt lips, the folds dragging along his length as he drove in and out of her, slowly but surely feeding more and more of his length into her with each movement of his hips. Tell me Lady Porter, tell me about the last time you were fucked. I want to know. he growled. Tell me all about it... then tell me how much better this feels, how much better it feels to be as good as raped by your black slave. Of course, it's not really rape if you want it, is it you filthy white bitch... and you want it, don't you. You want my big black cock in your tiny little cunt. Tell me. he roared as the rain lashed against their exposed bodies, mixing with the spit, sweat and sexual secretions which bathed his shaft and their flesh. He kicked her feet apart as he spoke, her heels scraping against the ground as he positioned himself to drive into her deeper and faster, slowly increasing the pressure in her cunt, the wide helm squeezing against her insides as he fought to power it into her narrow channel. Tell me all you can, use your foul mouth you bitch, because you need me to come, you want me to come, you have to have me come, because if I don't come from fucking your tiny white cunt it's going to have to go in your mouth or your ass until I do come.