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My wife and I divorced the year my daughter turned thirteen. It was an amicable parting. It wasn’t a case that we hated each other rather we were both just sick of having the other always there. We both wanted out and we split.

It might not have been so amicable if I hadn’t had a damn good job and the smarts to make some decent investments. We had ample money to let us split with no financial problems on either side. Still having a decent job and a good head for investments my own money grew substantially over the next few years and, being a nice type, I also made sure Marjory’s investments earned her a good income.

Elizabeth, my daughter, stayed substantially with her mother. She was at an age when a girl needs a mother more than a father. I still saw her quite regularly and we went on a number of holidays together. There was a bonus for her on these holidays as I always permitted her to bring a friend or two, so she wasn’t just stuck with the old man all the time.

Elizabeth was now nineteen, but she still had no objection to going on a holiday up to the Sunshine Coast, especially as dear old dad would be footing all the bills and she could also do some shopping. (At my expense, of course.)

Elizabeth, as was now her custom, invited a friend along. (Female. Just after she turned sixteen she wanted my opinion of her inviting a boyfriend along. I gave it.) Fiona was nineteen, the same as Elizabeth, and studying political science. Where I’m concerned, politically I’m middle of the road conservative. Fiona is more the big spending leftist. She apparently operated on the theory that the government had this big money tree which they could pluck to pay for every wild scheme that floated past.

The three of us had several discussions regarding politics. The girls were against any savings measures that the government was trying to bring in and all in favour of the crazy big-spending schemes the opposition announced. It always came down to them having to explain where the savings would come from to pay for these new schemes.

Have you ever noticed that when a man is having a logical debate and makes a point to which a woman has no answer, she hits him. The girls would double team me. I’d make what I considered a telling point and they’d look at each other, then they’d both swat me on the arms and go off in a huff.

Three or four days into the holiday I was out lying on the grass next to the pool. Nothing like a private rental with pool. It was hot with a soft breeze coming up off the ocean, tempering bonus veren siteler the heat just that little bit. As far as I knew the girls had gone shopping.

It turned out that only Elizabeth had gone shopping. Fiona had decided to stay behind and work on her sun tan. She came out to settle next to the pool, wearing what I suppose would be a bikini when it grew up. Right now I considered it to be a delightful scrap of nothing, but if my daughter tries to wear one, we will have words.

Now, despite what Elizabeth says, I am not a political agitator, deliberately stirring them up for my own amusement. It just seems to happen that way. I most certainly did not try to start an argument with Fiona. It wasn’t my fault she wanted to continue the discussion (argument) we’d had at breakfast.

We debated. Casually on my part, getting heated where Fiona was concerned. She was squatting next to me, bouncing up and down in her eagerness to make her points, and very enticing I found it. Not enticing enough for me to allow her to win the argument. Letting her win an argument when she was so egregiously wrong would set a bad example.

The argument finished in an odd manner. Not having an answer to something I said she laughed and took a swat at me. I tried to duck but slipped and finished up falling flat on my back. Missing with her swipe put Fiona off balance and she pitched forward, falling on top of me.

She lay on top of me giggling, while I automatically put an arm around her to hold her lightly in position. All warm and soft and huggable, was my opinion. Then she started wriggling to get up and off me and what a mistake that was.

As soon as all that soft female flesh started wriggling about on top of me I snapped to attention. An old fella who’d been lying there taking it easy suddenly squirmed around and stood erect. Fiona couldn’t help but notice and she froze, bright red of face.

I didn’t say anything. I just looked at her, smiling. The hand that I’d place lightly on her back slipped down and my hands were at the waist band of my shorts, pushing downwards.

It was amazing how neatly they moved down, freeing me where I’d been feeling somewhat constricted. Fiona also noticed the difference.

“What are you doing?” she gasped, staring hard at me, not really expecting an answer. “You can’t do that. Stop it.”

My answer, seeing I’d already done that, was to slip my fingers under the waist of her bikini and repeating the pushing process. (Do you call it bahis the waist of the bikini when it’s more like a thin strap that doesn’t reach anywhere near her waist?)

“What are you doing?” she asked again, in a much higher voice, sounding quite shocked. “You really can’t do that.”

Once again, too late, as I had already done that. She was now effectively lying on top of me with our naked groins pressed against each other. Her face was red and shocked and she became even more horrified at my next little effort.

My hands cupped her bottom and I pulled her slightly higher along my body. I could feel my erection rubbing against her and when I tugged her legs slightly apart so that she straddled me, my cock was pressing very lightly against her slit, and she looked enormously aware of it.

Her hands were pressing against my chest, whereas mine were just resting lightly on her bottom. I think she was going to roll off me, to one side or the other, and that would have been really disappointing.

“Sit up,” I said softly, bringing my hands up to press lightly against her breasts, lifting gently.

“What?”

“Sit up,” I repeated.

I could see her considering the position she was in, slowly working out what would happen if she sat up.

“But, but if I sit up your, ah, I mean, you’ll, um, . . .”

Quite right. The way I was lightly pressed against her, if she sat up she’d be pushing herself down onto my cock.

“Mmm. Sit up.”

I held her eyes. She swallowed and nervously began to straighten up. She froze for a second as, true to expectations, she found herself pushing around and down onto my cock. Her freeze only lasted a second. Just enough time to swallow nervously a second time, then she continued to straighten.

She wasn’t a virgin. That was immediately noticeable as I slid easily home or, I should say, she settled easily onto me, taking me deep within her. Then she was sitting up straddling me, my cock all the way inside her, looking slightly shocked but pleased.

“Your top,” I said, and she resumed blushing as she reached around and undid it.

With her top gone, what there was of it, my hands started caressing her breasts in earnest, massaging and teasing them, encouraging them to respond and bring their own touch of passion to what was developing.

I just lay there, Fiona straddling me, cock feeling as though it was swelling by the moment. Apart from gently playing with Fiona’s breasts I didn’t move, neither did I speak. I just waited.

Fiona deneme bonusu was looking down at me, breathing hard, flushed and waiting. When I didn’t move, she did. She just rocked on me, at first, effectively rubbing herself against my cock. Slowly but surely her movements increased. I slowly moved my hands away from her breasts, finding her leaning forward to regain that contact.

Finally she was lying flat on me, my hands cupping her breasts, her bottom rising and falling as she slid herself up and down my pole. She was moving faster now, putting some effort into it, and I was sweating blood, holding still and letting her have her way.

I waited until she was making little moaning sounds as she moved before I got into action. I started lifting to meet her, not very large movements, but forceful, our groins now slapping together noisily.

I have no idea how long this phase went on but it was glorious while it did. I was being comprehensively ravished by a young woman while my hands were all over.

I could tell by the look on her face and the more frantic motions of her body that Fiona was finally getting ready to climax. That was fine by me. I could hold back only so long.

Arms around her I rolled over, taking her with me. Finally she was under me and at my mercy, of which I had none.

I paused for a moment, leaning over her, then I started to move, driving in hard, determined to push her to her climax and past it. Ha! She was so close to an orgasm that all I would have needed to do was sneeze and she’d have climaxed. Seeing I did somewhat more than sneeze she climaxed in a big way. She yowled, and clung to her me, her body moving desperately against me as she clung and shuddered and clung some more.

I have to admit that I managed a little climax of my own, but I’m quite sure that it paled into insignificance compared to the way Fiona caught fire. She seemed to be having little after-climaxes, giving little shudders every so often, even after I’d disengaged and pulled my short back on.

“Way to go, Dad,” a cheerful voice called out.

Looking up I saw a smirking Elizabeth was sauntering towards us.

“I decided not to go shopping and went and changed into my bikini. I was in the kitchen when I saw Fiona jump you. Happen much, does it, being attacked and ravished by young women?”

“It was an accident, I assure you,” I said.

“Yes, I could see that. I could also see you helping the accident along.”

The latter bit she said quietly, as Fiona seemed to be making noises as though she was getting her act together.

“So, why don’t you run along, Daddy? I suspect that Fiona may want to have a chat with me. We’ll let you know if she is going to move into your bedroom for the rest of the holiday.”

The One Called Mercy Ch. 02

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1831

The party that Henry Tatewater had decided to throw to honor his father’s memory was in fact nothing more than a way for Tatewater to make himself known to the more elite members of society. He had spared no expense in preparing for his self-appointed introduction, spending hundreds on wine and fine foods, as well as clothing for himself and for Mercy. The young woman looked stunning and as she sipped on a glass of wine, her presence was noted by all.

One man in particular had been introduced to Tatewater as Captain James Blackhawk. He was a guest of Lord and Lady Whitmeyer and the Whitmeyer’s were thrilled that Blackhawk had been able attend a lavish affair before taking his leave of their hospitality. As Blackhawk gazed at Mercy Lewis and watched her tongue dart out to taste the wine on her lips, he too found himself thankful that Tatewater had arrived and had brought with him a fine gem of a companion. He had been quick to discover that Mercy was not married, nor betrothed to Tatewater, and was in fact his Mistress.

His gaze darted around the room, taking note of who was present and who was not. His time within the walls of Whitmeyer estate had paid off, thanks to mutual benefits of a partnership with the Lord and Lady. He had discovered the routes of various ships that would be departing over the next four months as well as their cargo. He had planned on purchasing a few whores for his trip and his men, but with the arrival of Mercy Lewis, that plan would be altered slightly. His desire for her had been instant and when he wanted something, he rarely hesitated in grasping it.

James picked up a glass of wine, when a servant passed by him and drank deeply of the crimson fluid. He caught sight of Henry Tatewater and noticed that he seemed to be using a large black servant as a support beam. Blackhawk made his way toward the host of the party and picked up on the conversation that was flowing heavily around Tatewater. Even though Tatewater’s words were slurred and excessively hard to comprehend, Blackhawk could tell that the man was itching to prove himself at the gaming tables. James couldn’t blame him, not really, it was what most newcomers to society did. They had to preen their feathers to show their importance to the world around them. In James Blackhawk’s mind, it was often their undoing.

“Ah, here is Blackhawk,” Henry said when he caught James approaching.

“Yes, here I am and what are we discussing?” James asked, before giving a once over to the group of men who were conversing with Tatewater. He noticed Lord Everett Whitmeyer as well as Lord Gregory, Samuel Reuben, and Morgan Benedict. All four gentlemen were notorious gamblers and a game involving them would be one that would make Blackhawk work for what he wanted. He glanced toward Mercy who was in deep conversation with Lady Whitmeyer. He caught Evelyn Whitmeyer’s eyes and smiled warmly. His friend smiled back before returning her attentions to Mercy.

“Well, will you join us?” Everett Whitmeyer was saying, pulling James back to the conversation that he’d eavesdropped in on.

“What are the stakes?” he asked. “I’ve plenty of money and am leaving in the morning, so loosing it doesn’t sit well with me.”

The other men laughed. Lord Whitmeyer lifted his drink and finished its contents. “We’re betting our beloved partners. One week of sexual bliss.”

James chuckled. “And all your ladies are in agreement?” James knew Evelyn Whitmeyer would be more than willing to do as her husband demanded, including servicing one of his friends. And he’d heard rumors that Lord Gregory’s wife was just as submissive ad Evelyn. He did not know a lot about Samuel Reuben, or Morgan Benedict, except that neither was married and Benedict had a long-time mistress named Isabell. He had seen Isabell at a few of Whitmeyer’s parties, but had not had an opportunity to enjoy her charms and Reuben was rumored to be between partners. “What lady has Sir Reuben brought with him this evening?” James asked, looking around at the crowd of laughing and dancing women.

“See the blonde by the window, the one almost sitting on Cartwater’s lap?” Samuel said, as he lifted his drink to his lips. He drew deeply from it, swallowed the cool beverage and grinned. “She is mine and she too will agree to whatever I desire.”

“But alas, I did not bring a lady,” James said. “So I come to the table empty handed.”

“Evelyn will be your lady,” Whitmeyer answered.

“Two weeks then if I lose for poor Lady Whitmeyer?” James countered. “Are you sure you could survive that long without her?”

“Well, I won’t agree to two consecutive weeks,” he laughed.

“Then count me in,” James said, then turned to Henry Tatewater, “I assume your lady, Ms. Mercy will concede to your wishes as well?”

Henry laughed and clapped James on the back. “I’ll not be loosing,” he said, “but yes, my Mercy will do as she’s told, or receive a beating and still be taken. She is a good slut, one that knows her place, though I have learned she purposely Escort bayan riles me so that the whip is laid upon her flesh with more bite.”

James’ lips rose in a smirk and his cock stiffened slightly. “She craves the whip?”

“Aye, very much. I have learned to read her. I know when she’s purposely drawing my anger out and when she’s accidentally gone to far.”

“Let us retire to another room then,” James said and the other men agreed.

As they left the room, they discussed further the rules of the game. They would play for coin until only two men remained, and then the ladies would be “placed in the pot”. The loser would forfeit his companion or wife immediately and would retrieve her exactly one week later at the exact hour that the game was concluded. Whitmeyer vouched for Captain James Blackhawk and when the door closed on the small group, the fate of their ladies were held in their hands.

The party had mellowed out shortly after the group of men left. Mercy had found herself occupied by a group of women who seemed to be with escorts. It wasn’t until a servant came to her and the other women that they were told where their companions and husbands were. “Gaming, is one of man’s greatest vices,” Evelyn Whitmeyer said, before taking Mercy’s hand and leading the group away from the stale smoke-filled air of the ballroom.

They left the house, and walked along the garden, enjoying the fresh night air and the soft sound of nocturnal life. Eventually they made their way to a gazebo, that was illuminated by kerosene lamps. “Have you enjoyed your stay here with Tatewater?” Evelyn asked, once the women sat down on the smooth polished and painted benches that lined the gazebo.

“I have,” Mercy admitted. “It’s a lovely home and he is a wonderful Master.”

The other women smiled and nodded their heads. “We thought that was your role here, but none of us were entirely sure,” Samuel’s companion Heather said, before reaching out to touch Mercy’s hand. “Is he a kind Master?”

“Yes, I believe he is. He is my first, unless one counts my father.”

“Your father? Did he train you?” Heather asked.

Mercy’s eyes grew wide and held a shocked expression. “Oh heaven’s no. My father was a mean bastard, and he had a firm hand, but when he sold me to Master, I was a virgin.”

“Your father sold you?” Evelyn asked.

“Yes, he did. A plot of land bordered on and he wanted it. Master’s wife had passed, leaving him four children and no bed partner. I was a virgin and from what Master has told me, he desired me for a long time, but knew I was not of age. I was sold on my eighteenth birthday. I’ve been with my Master for three years.”

“And you embrace all he does?” another of the women asked.

“I know nothing else. I was given great advice by one of Master’s servants. She said to learn what I liked sexually, embrace it, welcome it and use it to my advantage. I have chosen to do that and I have learned what makes me shiver and tremble and,” she smiled wide, “come.”

Evelyn chuckled softly. “You are still innocent. You speak so openly about your lifestyle and in this company, a company of strangers. You must guard yourself, not all women are as open about their lifestyle as we women are. We,” she lifted her hand and waved to the ladies, “are all a part of a small group of nobles that often attend parties that others would call perverse and sinful. Tatewater’s father was a member, and I’m sure after tonight he will be embraced by the gentlemen he is gambling with.”

“If it means an extended stay in the city, then I pray he is,” Mercy admitted. “The children I spoke of, they do not care for me. But then again I am not a mother. I never had one, and I know nothing of children. I was a farmer’s daughter and I am a man’s playmate. I am not motherly.”

The group laughed and then stood when several bodies began to approach. At the lead were Lord Whitmeyer and James Blackhawk. Evelyn went to her husband, while the other ladies moved to their respective man’s side. Mercy frowned when Tatewater did not appear to be with the group. The man she’d met as Captain James Blackhawk came forth and presented her with a slip of paper. “Ms. Mercy, Mister Tatewater asked me to give this to you.”

Mercy took the paper and glanced at the other women. She could not read their expressions, but she felt the concern mirrored in their eyes. She opened the parchment and read the words written by her Master’s hand. Her gaze shot to Blackhawk’s and then back to the paper, which she again read. “I see,” she whispered, before folding the paper back and slipping it into the hidden pocket of her dress. “Am I allowed to take the gifts my Mas…that Mister Tatewater has given me?”

“Just a few things. Jewels, a coat or two, perhaps a few gowns and underclothes, but for the most part your role will not change.”

“And this is permanent?” she asked, no longer looking to the women or men that stood at the edge of their conversation.

“Yes,” James Bayan escort said, “but you should know he fought hard for you. He put up his entire estate and risked everything before he gave up you. I gave him back all his wealth for the right to make you mine.”

“And you are like them?” she asked, nodding her head to the group of men and women. “You understand what my role has always been with Mas…,” she cleared her throat, “Henry?”

“I am and your role, as I said before will continue.” Blackhawk turned to the group. “Lady Whitmeyer would you help my new pet gather her things. My crew and I will be leaving as scheduled and she will be accompanying me.”

“Your crew?” Mercy asked. The tone of her voice changed instantly. “What crew do you speak of?”

James grinned. “I am a Captain, pet. We will travel the sea together. I assume you’ve never been off land?”

“No, I have not,” she admitted.

“Your sea legs will eventually come, and when they do, we will explore one another.”

“My sea legs?”

Evelyn stepped up and took Mercy’s elbow. “The first week or two at sea will be hell, but afterward I am sure you’ll adjust,” she said, “come Mercy let us pack your things.” Lady Whitmeyer then turned to James. “Is she allowed to say goodbye to Tatewater?”

“I have no desire to,” Mercy whispered as the realization that she had just been passed off to another man, a man more strange to her than Tatewater had been, hit her. She clutched her stomach and felt sick. Evelyn noticed the change and pulled her up against her. The two women left the group behind and made their way back toward the mansion. Once inside a servant appeared and led Evelyn, with Mercy in tow, up to Mercy’s chamber.

Henry Tatewater did not appear when Mercy returned to the foyer of his home, nor did she see him step out of the house as the carriage in which she, Blackhawk and the Whitmeyers rode away in. She turned away and wiped a stray tear from her eye. She felt Evelyn’s fingers squeeze her hand. “Blackhawk will provide for you,” Evelyn whispered.

“In all ways?” Mercy asked back.

Evelyn smiled warmly and whispered even lower than before, “Oh my dear sweet Mercy. I have a feeling you are a bundle of untapped energy and James will serve you well.”

Mercy felt her nipples grow taut and a sliver of moisture seeped from her pussy lips. The words Evelyn spoke had been said in such a way that Mercy’s whole body responded. Her pulse began to race. Her eyes dilated and her sex throbbed in anticipation of her first encounter with Captain James Blackhawk.

When the carriage pulled up to the Whitmeyer estate, Mercy wondered if her new Master would seek her company or would he wait until they were aboard his ship. A rush of desire and lust flowed through her, soaking the lace panties that barely covered her bare mound.

The men helped their ladies from the carriage and then it was sent to the docks, where Mercy’s belongings would be unloaded and stored in the Captain’s cabin. Mercy followed behind James, as did Evelyn with her husband Everett. Once inside, Evelyn helped her husband with his coat and Mercy followed suit. Both women were thanked and James asked his hostess to show Mercy to his chambers. Mercy glanced up at James and saw desire and hunger in his eyes. A soft whimper slipped past her lips when she saw James smirk. “Tatewater claims you like the feel of a whip,” he said to Mercy. “Is that true?”

Mercy swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared deep within her throat. “Yes, Sir, it is.”

James continued to stare at Mercy, but he spoke to Evelyn. “Eve, have her placed on the cross and lay out the red-corded snake whip.” Captain Blackhawk watched Mercy’s lips tremble and her chest rise suddenly from the draw of breath she took. He felt his cock rise and knew that he had made the right choice in pushing Tatewater into relinquishing the one called Mercy.

He along with Everett watched the two women leave. When they were gone Everett turned and asked, “How long will you keep her?”

James laughed. “As long as I’m able,” he answered. “I have a feeling there is more to Ms Mercy than Henry Tatewater realized.”

Everett nodded his head. “I have a feeling Eve will have much to tell me when she finishes preparing your newest prize. Let us grab a drink before we retire,” Everett quickly added, then led his guest and long-time friend toward his study. The two men drank and Everett asked James another telling question. “Will you share her with your men and the other women you have commissioned for the trip?”

“Most likely. I am curious how well Tatewater trained her.”

Everett nodded his head in understanding. “From what I know of Tatewater, he’s a wet pup in regards to what you and I enjoy. His father though,” a long sigh escaped his lips, “that was a cruel man. Evelyn and I both warned women away from him. Some listened, others did not.”

“So you don’t believe she’s reached her full potential?”

James Blackhawk’s Escort friend laughed. “I doubt it’s even been breached.”

James finished his drink, smiled wide and took his leave. He headed up to the chambers that had been assigned to him, and opened the door. Much to his delight Evelyn had done as he’d instructed and his new pet was securely tied to the Saint Andrew’s, facing him. She had been stripped of her lovely gown and her body shimmered in the light. Evelyn had gone one step further to please her house guest enjoyed by rubbing one of her fruited lotions into Mercy’s skin. “Tell me,” he said, after shutting the door behind him, “did Evelyn make you come as she massaged the,” he sniffed the air, “cherry lotion into your skin?”

Mercy shook her head no and answered the same with a soft voice. “She did however bring me close several times.”

James grinned. “So Tatewater taught you to control your orgasms?”

“No Sir. Ruth did.”

“Ruth?” he asked as he slowly began to disrobe. “Tatewater had multiple pets?”

Mercy shook her head. “He had slaves, not pets. Though I was the only one he assigned names too, so perhaps I was his only pet.”

James reached her side, his clothing left scattered behind him, and cupped one of her breasts. He rubbed his thumb across the pert nipple and smiled when it hardened further. “And why did you wish to control your climaxes?” he asked, as he rolled the pink jewel between his fingers and watched how its twin responded to being ignored.

A soft moan of pleasure spilled past Mercy’s lips. “It was selfish of me, I know. But if I came too soon, he would fuck me and then the ride would be over. As you know I enjoy the whip and I wanted to prolong the beatings in order to keep them coming.”

“Your honesty is refreshing,” he whispered, before running his palm down her ribcage and watching her jerk from his touch. “Ticklish?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He pressed his palm against her sex, cupping it so that his fingers rested at the base of her slit. He curled his fingers and divided her slick mound as he slid his hand upward. “Evelyn did well, in preparing you,” he whispered, as he brought his soaked fingers to his lips. He watched Mercy’s expression while he sucked on the nectar that coated his flesh. “Tell me more about your experiences within the bedroom of Tatewater. Have you had other men? And this Ruth you speak of, tell me about her.”

Mercy shared with him her past and described to him what Tatewater did to her. As she spoke, James touched her breasts, arms, hips, and teased her pussy hole with his fingers. “So you’ve only lain with one woman and Tatewater had a fetish for breast milk.”

“Yes,” Mercy whispered in a voice that spoke of her rising passion.

“And you, my pet,” James said as he reached for the whip that Evelyn had left hanging on a peg near the cross, “you have a fetish for beatings?”

Her gaze darted to the fingers that were now curled around the whips handle. She licked her lips and then shifted her gaze back to his face. “Yes,” she said, before taking a breath and asking him, “Do you wish me to behave any particular way?”

James snapped the whip and watched her tremble. He reached between her legs and felt fresh juices. “You will always address me as either Sir, or Captain. You do not need to hold back your climaxes. I will beat you until you beg for me to stop and then if I feel you are not quite done, I will continue to beat you. So come, dear pet as many times as you wish, as hard as you wish.” He opened her mouth with his hands and fed her some of her juices. “You are my pet. Rarely will I address you as Mercy. You will walk behind me, but anticipate my move and when I have need of your services, no matter what they are, or where they are, or who is there to witness us — you will perform for me. Do you understand?”

She shook her head yes and then answered with a shaky voice. “I understand, Sir. I wish only to please you.”

“And in truth,” he said, before stepping back and snapping the whip again, “I wish to please you as well as myself.”

Her eyes widened and she watched him lift his arm. Just as the leather sailed through the air, Mercy kept her eyes open until the last second. Just as the tip hit her right nipple, she closed her eyes. Instant pleasure skated through her breasts and down to her sex. She gasped as a second biting sting was placed on the center of her left tit. Again she felt the heat of the kiss dance across her skin and shoot through to her abdomen. Her back arched and her arms and legs, that were bound to the cross, twisted slightly, almost as if they were begging to be caressed too.

Much to her delight her new Master saw her needs and soon the whip was laid across her sex, her thighs, her upper arms. The kisses did not break skin, but they left the telling marks of pink trails that spoke of her willingness to submit to the pain and use it for pleasure.

“Don’t hold back, pet.”

James’ voice was still foreign to her, but she knew there was an edge of anger in it. She opened her eyes and saw him lifting his hand to deliver another arcing blow to her skin. The smack landed squarely on her pussy and brought such an intense amount of joy to Mercy that her climax erupted from her tight channel.

Gardening with Granddad Ch. 03

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The next week with Granddad was like a dream come true for both of us. I finally had the man of my dreams and he owned his grandson every minute of the day. We fucked non-stop and I couldn’t get enough of the old man’s cock. His cum filled my throat and ass and I was his to own, enjoy, abuse as he saw fit. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to please Granddad. To me he was the hottest stud alive and just thinking about what we were doing excited me more than anything I could imagine. My father’s own father fucking me – like a mad beast everyday while he and Mom were in Europe – if he only knew! My new Jeep didn’t even matter at this stage. All that mattered were our fuck sessions and my new silver furred beast.

Granddad even stayed over one night and needless to say there wasn’t much sleep to be had. It was a hot humid summer night and we fucked ourselves into oblivion in the half finished garden all night.

The next Monday morning I awoke to tons of commotion. I pulled on a skin tight ripped threadbare pair of tiny pale pink lycra shorts and flip-flops and ran downstairs. In the garden were Granddad and 8 guys from his work crew. I had no idea what the fuck was going on and went right over and asked Granddad if things had changed.

He laughed and said, ” Boy this is for your own good – on Friday they’ll be finished and outta here and we’ll have the rest of the summer to fuck away,” he roared.

I smiled back and realized we weren’t alone.

I said,”Fuck look at me.”

He said just to relax it was too late at that stage and I could feel the stares of the work crew on my ass.

Granddad said to go put some coffee on for the guys and I went in and got it ready and brought it out to the deck for the crew.

I heard one of them mutter “looks like the little woman has made us coffee” and the other say back “yeah imagine her doin this work for to months – her nails might get dirty.” They both laughed and headed over to the coffee.

I was so humiliated especially since I wasn’t pitching in and was wearing fucking pink of all colors! Granddad loved these shorts but man if I had ever known – but as Granddad said it was too late at that stage.

I poured their coffee and the 8 of them took a rest, some on deck chairs, others on the steps. The morning sun was just starting to beat down on us and two of the guys removed their shirts before getting into the coffee. Now I could see how Granddad had such a fuckin hot build. These guys obviously were ripped from lifting patio stones, big trees, and building fences. Their arms and chests were huge and just beginning to shine with sweat. This week might not be so bad after all.

After the break I pitched right in until lunchtime when another break was taken. By this time all but one had removed their shirts and I was in heaven. No one was Granddad but they were hot looking guys and all over 35 or so. Nothing like a yard filled with Dads to make me happy!

At lunch I told Granddad I could hardly wait until after work I was going nuts with all these studs around and really needed his cock bad.

He said “ baby, Granddad is gonna take real good care of you after Friday – just wait and see.”

I couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive.

Mid-afternoon, Granddad handed me $100 dollar bill and said to take his truck and go get some beer for the boys after work.

As I headed inside to change he said, ”Not so fast boy I didn’t say anything about changing.”

My cock went rock hard and off I headed for my first public showing. I got quite a few stares inside the beer store – men and women and I was fucking horned up by the time I got home. I stocked the fridge up with beer and headed back to help the guys finish up for the day. They had really made progress and it was clear that a week’s work was going to finish the project well ahead xslot of time.

Around six o’clock Granddad told the crew enough for one day and they settled on the deck enjoying the ice-cold beer. I was in heaven waiting on every one of them and the look on Granddad’s face made my cock spring to life. I could see the guys noticing but no one was saying a word but it was obvious I had caught their attention. All these straight guys made me go nuts and the tightness of my lycra shorts wrapped around my cock and balls made it almost unbearable.

They laughed and carried on for almost an hour and then started to leave.

Just before the last two left Granddad gathered up his stuff and said ”See ya tomorrow kid.”

I had no idea what was going on but assumed he’d back after the others left – just not want to give them any idea. Five minutes later the last two guys left and no Granddad. I called on his cellphone and he was just pulling into his driveway.

He said “I told you boy I’d take care of everything Friday.”

And hung up. FUCK! It looked as if I’d have to go all week without the old man’s meat feeding me daily.

I went out on the deck stunned and depressed. I took my little box of pot and poppers and decided I might as well have a great jerk off session. Having another beer I rolled the fattest joint ever and snorted fresh strong poppers the whole time. It wasn’t Granddad but I was starting to feel better. It was all working its magic and I was dreaming about the men in the garden only an hour before. I was gonna make my cock suffer under the fabric.

I was stoned like crazy and just about finished the mega joint when I saw something move from the side of the garden. I jumped up and there was Ron my grandfather’s crew foreman.

“ Sorry kid didn’t mean to startle ya I forget my duffle bag.”

I was stunned there I was holding my giant joint, the smell of pot everywhere, my head was spinning on poppers and my cock was monstrous inside my even tighter than before shorts. FUCK, I thought, this guy is gonna freak – Ron was a former cop and my grandfather had hired him 4 years ago when he took retirement at 55. I figured I was done for.

I just stammered and stuttered.

Ron said “Hey kid don’t worry I’m not gonna tell your granddad – every kid smokes and besides I wouldn’t mind joinin ya if you don’t mind.”

I just handed him the joint and he asked if there was any beer left his throat goy dry when smoking.

I went in a grabbed two more not knowing what the fuck to do and headed back to the deck. Ron had finished the first one and was already rolling himself a new one.

He smiled and said, “Hope you don’t mind just wasn’t enough left in that one.”

I said no no just to go ahead and handed him a beer.

This guy knew how to roll – he put mine to shame and I thought if we managed our way through this I’d be out until tomorrow for sure. He lit it up and was inhaling long and slow.

I asked him,” Man I thought you were a cop?” He laughed and said yeah I was but now I can do anything I want – and I want to make up for lost time.

Ron was the only guy that day who hadn’t removed his shirt so I had nowhere to go in my imagination and quite frankly he scared the shit out of me. He had the reputation of being the nastiest cop ever on the city’s force and Granddad had hired him because of this knowing he would keep the guys in line. I would rather have tangled with Granddad than Ron. He was supposed to have shot more criminals than any cop ever and was ruthless at tracking down any suspect.

At 59, he hadn’t diminished any of these notions. He was HUGE – at 6’4” and 300 pounds he made almost everyone look tiny. Being black made him even more intimidating and all I wanted was for him to leave. I was terrified I was really going to be turned xslot Giriş in. He just kept passing the joint back and forth and talking about what a good day’s work it had been. He kept telling me I hadn’t done too bad for a beginner and not to pay attention to the guys and their comments.

He said he thought most young kids my age would run around in stuff like that showin off and he said he knew if I was my Granddad’s grandson there’d be nothing funny about me. I just said no sir. He picked up the bottle of poppers and began snorting them. I was just going crazy thinking this guy is gonna turn on me any minute.

He said, “Boy these smell pretty fresh to me.”

I said I had just opened them and he said it was a lucky thing for him then, passing me the bottle. Poppers make my cock harder than anything and just snorting them made it grow and push the ripping lycra from my crotch. Ron hollered he needed another beer and I ran inside to grab two more. There was nothing I wasn’t going to obey from this black giant. He took both guzzling the first one and snorting poppers right after. He rolled another joint and smoked it without even passing it to me. He just kept passing me the poppers.

He said he was glad he had come back this was “mighty fucking relaxing” and I was a great host.

I asked if he didn’t have to be getting home and he said “wife’s away, am I intruding boy?”

I said,”No sir stay as long as you want” He grinned and said “great way to spend the evening after a long day.”

He finished the third joint and took the second beer. The day’s heat hadn’t subsided much and the humidity was still high. He lifted his t-shirt up and off and my eyes near fell out. I had never seen a man like this – in fact, I didn’t even know it was possible.

I had seen few black men shirtless and he was amazing. His chest and arms were nothing less than magnificent. HUGE! His barrel chest was topped off with the largest black pecks and monstrous monstrous nipples. His arms were like tires, I had never seen arms on any man that big. His loose shirt had hidden everything. He was nothing his reputation hadn’t described. I was freaked out.

I went to get two more beers trying to figure out what to do but he was obviously in for the long haul when I got back he grabbed his beer and said the joints, poppers and beer had made him more relaxed than he had been in years.

“Boy, you’re quite the host – enjoyin this and your company, your grandpa never said you were so hospitable. Maybe you’ll join my crew some summer?”

I said,”Well, I was sure I’d need to work for university,” and that this summer I was supposed to working on this garden.

He said,” It would be mighty fun havin me on his crew, you and me could have lotsa fun after work kid,” laughing.

I was still in shock over his size and the sweat glistening in the moonlight off his mass size. He got up and asked where the can was and I told him right off the kitchen. He headed inside and I couldn’t take my eyes off his hulking frame. When he got inside I did some quick poppers and madly rubbed my cock through my shorts. I could feel the precum from my cock through the thin fabric.

JESUS! My jaw was on the deck when he came through the patio doors – there he was work pants in hand and the tightest pair of white calvin klein underwear I had ever laid eyes on. His enormous black ass pushed every ounce of fabric out and the his crotch looked like someone had stuffed a pineapple in his underwear.

He threw the pants aside and said I was obviously not embarrassed given what I was wearing and it was just to fucking hot for clothes. I grabbed my papers and startin rolling – I didn’t know what else to do to distract him from my uncontrollable cock.

I made it even bigger than his had been and together we exchanged joint xslot Güncel Giriş and poppers. By the end we were wasted. I just couldn’t take my eyes off him looking everywhere mostly between his thighs. This guy was like an oversize statue.

He asked where I got my shorts saying’” They are very hot bet you get a few looks in those.”

I said “Yeah I did especially at the beer store today.”

He said “Well for a white boy you sure do fill them out,” and roared with laughter.

Feeling no pain I told him that he obviously proved everything everyone thought about black men true.

He said,” Boy even black men don’t fall into my category,” glancing down at his own package.

I said,”Well I don’t get any complaints about my 9 inches.”

Ron looked back and said,” well, I hate to say it but I get lots of complaints about mine.”

I looked puzzled and said,”Man, I find that hard to believe by the looks of it.”

Without missing a beat Ron released his black snake from his underwear – 13.5 inches and as thick as a coffee mug – underneath his cock, a sac and balls that could hold a quart of cum! I was speechless.

He said,”Told ya boy, no woman can handle this, I’ve never been able to completely fuck pussy my whole life.”

I said no fucking wonder ,” Man that would kill someone!”

He said,”yeah kid, never been completely satisfied and probably never will be.”

I was astounded by his size. It just kept growing right in front of my eyes.

“Sorry kid,” he said,” once I release it it has a life of its own.”

I told him not to worry it was private in the yard. He said he really appreciated it and sorry for embarrassing me like this. I told him not to think anything of it, it was kinda fun hangin out with one of the crew and he should feel free to wear less tomorrow and not to get overheated. He said yeah he just might.

“Boy, those joints made me feel real good, pass over that bottle.”

I said “hold on be right back,” and ran inside to grab a large fresh bottle.

He smiled when I came back saying,” Boy, you’re playing with fire bringing those out.”

He took them and inhaled deeply for what must have been five minutes. The sight of his huge black nostrils flaring open was driving me wild. When he finished he passed them back to me and his cock was at full-length now. I was drenched through my shorts with precum. With the bottle in hand I kept inhaling while looking at his black bat bobbing between his legs. He looked so hungry just sitting there.

“Well, looks like another night without satisfaction but at least I feel great – nice and high and spaced boy,”he said.

I took one last huge whiff and dove down on his cock.

I had never felt so uninhibited. Everything was working overtime on me. My throat opened like a crater. I was on his cock like nothing ever before.

He jumped back saying,”what the fuck boy I’m no faggot,” grabbing my head and forcing my mouth down on his meat.

“Jesus boy you’re gonna pay for this good,” he said’” I told ya no one ever satisfied me and no man is gonna suck my cock without sufferin.”

He rammed my head down on his cock without mercy. I opened my throat and let it go staright down. All I saw was stars and I started spinning. I wanted this and I wanted it bad. There was nothing I wasn’t prepared to do for this black master.

“You little white fruit – you’re just what the guys said you were – a cocksucker,” he said fucking my face with complete abandon.

And, I took every mounting inch of it choking back the tears. I new I couldn’t swallow it all but would try as much as possible.

All I could hear was “Boy you’re doin better than any woman suckin that cock – keep goin down baby, make your black daddy feel real good whore.”

My head was out of control spinning and dazed. I just kept opening my throat and breathing hard. I knew there was no backing out now and I didn’t want to. With that, everything went black.

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