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The Gardener, chapter 2 – In which Stephanie keeps herself busy before eventually approaching Tom again (MFMF)

When Stephanie left her apartments in the morning, she felt dreamy, detached from reality. She walked through the streets unable to focus, taking wrong turns and tracing back on her steps. It was a feeling not dissimilar from when she had first kissed a boy, so many years ago, or when she gave her virginity to the Duke of Falwell during her summer studies.

She and Tom had spent the entire night fucking. After the first of many orgasms, she urged Tom to take her again and again, and the Gardener complied. He was as tireless as she was insatiable, and she discovered an unsuspected, bottomless well of lust and desire and need inside her. Read more »

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. Read more »

Pink Smoke 2 [Mc] [Femdom] [MF]

Tom woke up slowly from a feverish dream of naked flesh and kisses and moans. His throat ached and his body felt sore. As he regained consciousness, he realized several things at the same time.

First, that he was lying on a bed. He was fully dressed and his trousers felt uncomfortably tight around his crotch.

Second, as he moved around, he found out that he was handcuffed to the bed posts.

Third, that he was a place he didn’t recognize. A beatiful bedroom with wide windows, in a building tall enough to offer a view on the entire city.

Fourth, that Sandra was in the room with him. She was sitting at a small desk in front of a mirror. She was wearing nothing but an aquamarine bra and matching lace panties, her long, slender legs cast to one side as she carefully cleaned her face with a small cotton disk. Tom could see the beautiful line of her delicate neck as she had her hair collected in a bun.

Sandra was humming softly to herself, but paused as she noticed, through the mirror, Tom waking up and struggling weakly against his constraints. Read more »

Pink Smoke (1) [mc]

If Tom hadn’t stopped for a coffee that Sunday morning; if he hadn’t recognized his old schoolmate Sandra sitting alone at a table, sipping from a cup while checking her phone with a tired expression; if he hadn’t decided to go and say hi to her, because he had a crush on her when they were younger and now she looked even more beautiful then in school, her blonde hair tied in a bun that revealed her slender neck, wearing small glasses and a somber dress that gave her the professional look of a businesswoman; then his life would have gone on as usual, and he would have had lunch with his wife that day, as planned, as he almost always had.

“Sandra? I’m sorry, are you Sandra Leinster? I’m Tom. Tom Mallory, from… We were in class together, if I’m not mistaken”. Sandra raised her eyes from her phone and frowned. She looked tired, and of course older than the teenager he had known, dark shadows under her eyes. But God, was she was still beautiful.

Her smile was the same, too. “Tom. Of course! It’ s been a while”. Tom smiled, and shrugged. “Yes. Yes, it’s been what, 15 years?”. Read more »

The Friday Show – Propaganda [mc] [MMFF] [MF] [oral] [orgy]

Steph was frustrated. The boys were spent. It had been hours, now, since she had last managed to make either one of them hard.

She and Sarah had alternated sucking and licking and blowing Steve and Frank with bouts of frenzied masturbation watching the endless parade of men who went on stage and shot their loads in the red head’s mouth.

She must have blowed at least a dozen guys – each more than once – over the course of the last few hours. And Steph was at the same time disgusted by the pornographic display on TV and envious of the young girl who could drink as much cum as she wanted to.

Initially, everything went fine. Even though both Frank and Steve must have come at least a couple of times each in Sarah’s mouth and all over her tits, Steph’s arrival had been like gasoline on a fire. Soon both men – the younger Frank with his eager, smaller cock and the more mature Steve with his thick, persistent hard on – were cumming all over the girls again. Read more »

The Friday Show (4) – the resistance [oral] [MF] [mc]

Laura had showered, dressed, and recovered some semblance of decency by the time Ron messaged her with his address.

She did waste some time under the shower for a quick jilling that proved completely unsatisfactory, until she pushed half bottle of shampoo inside her pussy, sitting in a few inches of warm water, her body convulsing in orgasm.

After that, she even managed to grab a quick bite – bread, tuna, taken straight from the pantry. God, she was *starving*.

She was in a great mood as she walked out and headed to Ron’s place. He lived close to Dupont circle and she decided to walk there.

The city was quiet. Few cars roamed the streets. Once, right behind a corner, she cought a glimpse of a man lying on his back on the sidewalk, a woman burying her head between his legs.

Laura licked her lips and hesitated. She had the strong urge to go see what was going on. Instead she picked up her pace and headed to Ron’s place. Walking across residential streets, she could hear the muted voice of Channel Four’s unrelenting speech from most first floor windows. More than once, moans and screams of pleasure echoed across the empty streets. *It’s only normal that people want to see how far this Channel Four scandal goes*, she thought. Read more »

The Friday Show – the following morning (3) [F-solo] [M-solo] [FFMM] [exhibitionism] [mc]

Laura was woken up by the unrelenting ring of her phone. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was dry and with a foul taste.

She swallowed and reached clumsily for the phone to answer the call.

Her voice slurry as she answered:
“Yes”

There was a pause from the other side.
“Laura? It’s Ron. Ron Hayden. From the Post”.

Ron was an old acquaintance, almost a friend. Laura cleared her throat: “Hi Ron. How are you?”

“Worried. Are you home?”

“Uh, yes”

“What are you doing?”

Laura’s eyes were fixed on the screen. The same studio as the day before, but with three different people now.

The blond girl had been replaced by a redhead with curly hair, an hourglass figure, and long, slender legs. She was wearing green lace lingerie and nothing else.

She was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the studio, in front of a tall, dark-haired man. He had the muscular body of an athlete and the impressive cock of a pornstar. The girl was holding his ass with both hands and slowly, methodically and passionately licking and sucking the hard member in front of her face. Read more »

The Friday Show (2) – Until sunset [F-solo, mc]

Laura was jogging when the phone rang. Her sister’s name appeared on the display of her smartwatch. Without slowing down her pace, she answered the call on her earphone.

“Hey Steph”

“Are you at work?”

Laura smiled. What a piece of work her sister was. They hadn’t heard from each other in about a month and she didn’t even bother to say a proper hello. “I’m good, thanks, what about you?”

“Sorry. I’m fine. Look, I just wanted to… Are you running?”

“I am. Are you? You sound short of breath”.

“Ah… No, that’s nothing. Listen, you need to go home and watch Channel Four”.

Laura frowned, loosing her pace. Her run came slowly to a halt. She had a bad feeling about this; it had been an unusual day since the DA Mark Learney had sent the entire staff an email saying that all meetings for the day had been canceled and that they could work from home that Friday. Her worried emails and calls received no answer and in the afternoon, to take off her mind from the issue, she opted to go for a jog. Read more »

The Friday show [F-solo, M-solo, mc]

On that Friday afternoon, Stephanie came back home a bit earlier than usual. As soon as she opened the door, she took off her high heels with a sigh of pleasure. She walked barefooted on the soft gray carpeting, dropping her Louis-Vuitton bag on the small desk in the hallway.

From the bathroom she could hear the shower running. She briefly considered joining her husband under the shower, but she was not really in the mood for the inevitable afternoon frolics that would have followed.

They had been living in the modern downtown apartment for three years now. The rent was insanely high, even though the flat was not so spacious after all, but Stephanie loved the place, the modern furniture, the domotics appliances, the convenience of being a 5-minutes ride away from the financial district.

She headed for the bedroom, took off the short jacket of her tailleur and the simple golden earrings and matching necklace, then back to the kitchen to quickly wash her hands, thinking she might as well have a cup of tea as she waited for her turn under the hot water.

She cast a loud “hey!” towards the bathroom door, but Steve didn’t answer. Read more »