The Gardener (FM)

The odd tales about Tom’s cock piqued Stephanie’s curiosity. The gardener had been working at Lady Bizelle’s mansion since January, and he had already become a favorite amongst Stephanie’s friends. She would not have thought much about it, if it weren’t for the contradictory stories about his cock.

“He is a perfect fit for my mouth. Not too long or thick, so I can take it all without gagging or hurting my jaw. It is the perfect cock to give a blowjob to”, Laura told her in great confidence.

“He is HUGE. I never felt so full. It seemed like there was not an end to it. Inch after inch after inch. And so thick. Oh my God!”, was Berry’s tale, told with a hand between her legs while sitting in the back of a carriage.

“He cums so discreetly. No stains. No cleaning afterwards. I think he may be, uhm, sterile or something because he shoots almost no cum at all. It is so convenient! I hate it when I get stains of semen on my skirts”, was the snobbish praise by Elizabeth, told over tea.

“I couldn’t gulp it all down. It filled my mouth and splashed all over my face. He pulled it out and shot another three, no, four loads all over my breasts. That man can single-handedly bathe a woman in semen”, narrated Jolie, one night when they went at the Opera.

Stephanie couldn’t reconcile the diverging tales, so she decided she had to check herself the many qualities of Tom’s cock and see who, amongst her very experienced and usually reliable friends, told the correct version.

She visited Lady Bizelle on a warm April morning. “Oh, sure. You can fuck him. You have my blessings”, said the old Lady, nodding, clearly expecting Stephanie’s request. “But you should know something that your friends probably didn’t tell you because it hurts their pride. As far as I know, Tom never fucks the same Lady twice. Not even his employer and mistress”, she added, referring to herself. “So I would think twice about it, as Tom is amazing and you will find yourself wanting for more”.

Stephanie smiled. “Thank you, Margaret, for the fair warning. If I may ask, how is the gardener in bed? I’ve heard contrasting stories about him”. Lady Bizelle smiled back, the wry smile of an old fox. “You will have to find out for yourself. My advice is the following: forget about him and find another boy. But if you do pursue your curiosity, make the most out of your only night together”.

Stephanie nodded and took her leave, heading straight to the gardens. She stopped very briefly to greet Essa and Belle, the daughters of Lady Bizelle, who were laughing while raising their gowns in front of the window, exposing themselves to the stableboy outside.

She found Tom in the garden: tall, broad shouldered, naked from the waist up, sweating under the sun. “‘llo, Miss”.

“Hello. You must be Tom. I’ m Lady De Ballard, a friend of Lady Bizette”, she smiled.

He looked at her with deep brown eyes, staring at her from head to toe, weighing her figure. He examined her as if she were a racing horse. “You want to fuck, Miss”.

Stephanie’s cheeks flushed, but she could handle a gardener. “Yes. But it’s Lady De Ballard for you”.

He nodded. “We can fuck, Miss. Not today. I meet another friend today. Next week, on Monday, at 6pm. Tell me where. We can’t use the hut, Miss, it is not the right season”.

Stephanie almost backed away from the whole thing, but since she took the trouble to speak to Lady Bizette, she didn’t want to be seen as a volatile young lady. “Fine. Monday at 6pm, Rue de Belgerac 25. I expect you to be punctual”.

“Half past six, Miss. I’ll be there”.

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Tom was a man of his word, and he was at Stephanie’s place at 6:30 sharp.

Stephanie was wearing a beautiful azure spring dress that highlighted her eyes, with a long gown and a white shirt. Underneath, a frilly pair of turquoise lace panties and a matching bra.

Tom was wearing clean trousers and a white shirt, and he clearly took the time to wash away the sweat and dirt from the day’s work.

Stephanie welcomed him in the beautifully furnished apartment that her father bought her so that she could discreetly engage in her liaisons.

Tom proved frustratingly bad at small chat, answering Stephanie’s attempts at conversation with a few grunts and some “Yes, Miss”, and “No, Miss”, so the Lady decided to cut it short and sat on the bed.

“Come here Tom, and let me see what you’ve got under the belt”.

Tom nodded, impassibile, and walked to her, unbuckling his belt. He let the trousers fall down, along with his underwear, showing toned legs and a finely shaped cock.

Stephanie ogled at him. She was satisfied by the sight. He had a perfectly fine cock, nicely shaped and clean, already half-hard. He was probably above the average, but not hugely endowed. She could really not see what all the fuzz was about, but at least it looked like she was going to have a fun night.

“Come closer, Tom”, she said, and as he did she slid her hands over his legs, reaching his ass. He grabbed his solid cheeks with both hands and pulled him closer. She kissed slightly his hard cock, then tentatively licked it with her tongue, just a bit, on the tip. Still sitting on the bed, she leant over, planting small kisses on his balls, her nose pushing against the cock. From there, she made her way upwards, kissing and giving small licks to the hard shaft. Only when she kissed and nudged every inch of his shaft did she turn her attention to the gland. Doing the same, enjoying his taste and scent, manly underneath the clean perfume of the soap he had showered with.

Finally, she engulfed him in her mouth, slowly. It was true, he was a perfect fit. Full and thick and hard, satisfyingly so, without dislodging her jaw. She flicked her tongue all around his gland while keeping him in her mouth, before gradually, slowly taking him deeper and deeper, until her lips touched his balls again. Yes, it was a perfect cock for a blowjob, sliding down her throat with ease.

He grabbed her head and gently but firmly pulled her away, sliding his cock out of her mouth. For the first time, he was staring at her intensely. “I will fuck you now, Miss”, he said, and it was more of a statement than a request.

Stephanie slid back on the bed, laying down. “No”, said Tom. “Turn the other way. On all fours”. She did not protest, but turned so that her ass faced him. He lifted her gown and pulled down her panties without even pausing.

Stephanie was ready. Her bare pussy was glistening. He mounted her from behind, took his cock in his hand and guided it to her hole. Stephanie giggled, knowing what was coming next. His cock slid inside her, filling her. Her laugh of anticipation turned into a surprised gasp. He was opening her, stretching her hole, and filling her inch after inch. Just when she thought that he was fully inside her, he pushed deeper. And deeper.

Stephanie moaned. She felt light headed. She had never been so completely, perfectly filled. It was not what she was expecting. Not the comfortable cock that she had taken in her mouth. “Wait… Ah… Wait…”, but she flet an urgency rise in her. If he kept on like this… “Stop for… Ah… Ah…” even as she muttered those words, he finally bumped against her ass, his cock deeply planted inside her. She but her lips, trying to suppress the rising pressure inside her. She could have done it, she could have resisted, had he not immediately withdrawn. And then thrusted in again. All the way.

It took just two thrusts, and Stephanie exploded in the strongest climax she had ever experienced, completely against her best efforts and will, moans turning into screams of pleasure as she bit the sheets.

When she came back to her senses, mere seconds had passed. She half turned, almost expecting a trick, to see a dildo stuffed inside her hole instead of Tom’s cock. But no, it was him, just him, still hard of course. “I will continue now, Miss”, he stated.

She could just nod and brace herself by grasping the sheets and burying her face in the mattress before he started moving again.

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