My home is a prison. I can't go in public because I am surrounded in seconds by paparazzi. I am only a writer but I have a best seller out at the moment. After a few months I should be alright. It so happens I only get that attention because I am a very sexy author. My publicist makes sure of it.
The genre is gothic love stories. A very hot and popular fantasy with women and some men lately.
The outside world is shut out from me after a stalking scare recently. I have 'paid for' friends here, that is what I call them.
They are nice, but they have to be.
The newest member of my staff is my gardner Jim. Yes, that name seems common for a gardner, but this gardner is perfect. So perfect that I can't get my day started, for I have stood here watching him for almost half an hour.
My dining widow overlooks my lush gardens. I have been sipping on my latte and gazing down at him. I was informed of his arrival from my head of staff.
She seemed a little flush herself, and she is sixty seven. I shook my head and giggled, her face was priceless.
He looked up, obviously sensing my gaze. He smiled and waved the proceded to clip the hedges. I smiled, today is gonna be interesting.
I had my breakfast, grabbed my laptop and went to the patio in my suit bottom. Topless and shining with my oil, I laid face down on my lounge chair and went to work. I was totally focused on my work when I felt a presence.
I shut my laptop and sat up in my chair, my legs straddling the center. Knowing I was being watched, I reached up to adjust my heavy blonde hair atop my head. My breasts lifting with my arms, with the intention of gaining a reaction.
I got that reaction. I could hear a rustling in the shrubs. I lowered my hands to cup my breasts. I raised one and tested the nipple. I moaned, I know this is hot because I watch this in the mirror often.
"Jim? Is that you?" I asked when I spotted him looking at me, as if I was unaware.
He came around to stand before me. An obvious erection was pressing against his fly.
He stood about six foot plus. His eyes blue and young. His hair black as midnight. He has to be atleast half my age.
"Yes, Miss. Brown?" He asked in a youthful voice. He must atleast be eighteen. I should be ashamed but I am not. I stood and smiled.
"Would you join me Jim? Have a glass of lemonade?" I wondered if he realized he was trapped in my fantasy. I had sent the other staff away earlier, besides security. I do like that they are watching somewhere. Makes this hotter.
"Yes, thank you." he said on the edge of a chair. I walked up behind him and when I reached over for a glass, my breast nudged his ear. I ruffled his hair, "Sorry about that sweety, they have a mind of their own." I sat across from him and stretched.
His eyes could not help but stare, I mean he is young. He probably hasn't even ever experienced this level of invitation. He has no clue what to do, I can tell.
"Am I making you uncomfortable Jim?" I asked in a mock concern. I leaned foward, then looked down at the object of his gaze. "Is this what has you hypnotized?" I pulled his hand from his lap and placed it between my breasts..
His breathing was so fierce. I was getting wet just from hearing that. I leaned further in and lightly bit his lower lip. "Jim?" I whispered.
He grew bolder and raised his other hand and cupped the other. Not so bold, his hands were shaking.
He played the nipples with his thumbs and I was suddenly on fire. Too impatient, I straddled his lap.
He had shed his shirt earlier and is now in a loosely fit pair of shorts. His hands were gripping the chair, he was in a dream like state. "Yes baby, this is really happening." I whispered. My hands caressed his chest then slid down. I slid the lip of his waist band over a very impressive erection.
My fingertip smeared the moisture around the tip of his cock. The moisture grew suddenly. He started sobbing with pleasure from such a small touch. He came an enormous amount, shooting up onto my tummy.
I slid my hand into this gift he gave me, mixing it in with my body oil. Tears were sliding down his cheeks. He was shaking and trying to push me off him. I clasped my hands in his hair and started sucking on his warm lips and tongue.
I was attacking his lips for an eternity it felt. He relaxed and started joining me in tongue play.
We came up for breath and just sat breathing heavy, looking into each others eyes. His voice shook, "Please, let me up. I am humiliated." His eyes darted away. His young tight body belongs to me now.
I lifted slightly and unzipped his pants. His cock once again standing at attention. I slid my bathing bottom away from my bare pussy and sunk down on him. This time his sob was deep.
He shocked me suddenly... He reached under my arms and hooked around to pull in own my shoulders. He growled and pulled me down hard, over and over slamming his cock in me painfully.
I hugged his cock and sucked on it greedily with the walls of my dripping cunt. He pushed my shoulder back and bit down hard on my nipple. I screamed from the pleasure and pain of it. Before I could reach my newly anticipated orgasm, he completed his. He came hard, his howl piercing me deep. My pussy started to twitch in a nice way when suddenly he threw me off him. "I said get off me!!!" He screamed down at me.
Three days pass....
I could of fired him yes, but on what grounds. I could so be sued. He avoided me, often working when I was away. I did not give my staff set hours. They know my schedule, and as long as the jobs are done I never complain.
On this night after showering and dressing for bed, I see a white rose on my pillow. There are also red pedals on my sheets.
I smile and realized I have been forgiven.
I wake later unable to move my hands. I was suddenly frightened.
Hands caressed my body in the dark. My legs were spread apart softly. His tongue flicks across my clit softly. I whimper and moan, wishing I could gain control.
"You didn't choose your victim wisely Miss. Brown." He chuckled. "I may have been a virgin before you four days ago, but an unstable one."
He slides up and places my legs over his shoulders. His cock slides over my folds, slick with my juices. He pushes into me and slowly strokes, all the while watching my face in the moon lit room.
I groan in protest when he withdraws. He chuckles. Suddenly I feel another in the room.
"Hello Miss. Brown, my name is Hector." His youthful white smile and dark shape is all I see in the darkness.
I was untied and am now straddling Jim, his cock deep in me. His hands on my ass, I ride and grind myself onto him.
A lamp glows suddenly, illuminating the room and our guest. He looked slightly older, maybe a brother of Jim's. They could almost be twins, except Hector's cock stood almost an inch longer and he could barely fit his palm around it.
He was stroking and watching me watch him. His face and strokes have me in a state. I was heading toward a powerful orgasm when Jim forces me harshly up, him on his knees. I was still impaled upon him.
As if the whole thing was rehearsed they both sandwich me. Caressing, licking, petting and whispering all around me, I was dreaming, I had to be.
Hector caressed my pussy and Jim's cock, gathering my juices to lube his own shaft. He then pushes his cock slowly into my resisting ass. I was suddenly full with both of them.
Tears and pain engulf me.
I fought through the beginning. A hand slid between me and Jim, flicking and sliding over my clit. After they found the perfect rhythm.
An earth shattering scream emerged from me. I have never felt such pleasure. They found something in me I never knew was there. They both pressed in and kissed and sucked on every inch they could gather of me. The friction and speed grew intense and when they erupted in side me.. I sighed.
I gained a new employee then.
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