"Summer Work"
by
Kristine was glad that the mad real estate boom that had
swept up the coast has skipped her little island. Since she and her
husband bought the cottage twenty years ago she had looked at the
island as hers and she was the self appointed guardian of it. The
development that had carved up the coastal properties on the mainland
made little progress thanks to her and her husband's money.
At 40 Kris was still drop dead gorgeous with looks that just didn't
age. At 5'5 she weighed scarcely 100 pounds, still had golden blonde
hair, deep blue eyes, a perfect ass, and even here tits were still
perfectly firm B-cups. She worked out religiously and had a tummy you
could bounce a quarter off of. She always got a kick out of dropping
by her daughter's high school and watching all those 18 year old boys
drool and she always chuckled when she heard some boy mumble MILF
under his breath as she walked by.
Today was going to be hot, even on the island. Kris awoke late, but
seeing as she was the only one in the cottage now there wasn't the
urgency to get out the door. For twenty years Kris has risen early and
snuck off for a swim whenever she could. The cool morning skinny dip
was her moment's peace and even if it was only five or ten minutes it
kept her spirits up for the rest of the day. Since her daughter had
left for college last month and her husband was going to be in the city
for the rest of the month, Kris decided that this August she was going
to enjoy herself and stop caring about everyone else around her. Kris
even told all her therapy clients that she was going to be gone for the
month so don't call her, she never could figure out why her clients
just couldn't get it together like she could.
Kris grabbed a towel and a few things and struck out down the path to
her beach, secure in knowing that everything was in place. She gave a
quick look around to make sure there were no lurking kayakers (there
were a few on the island, but they steered clear of Kris the bitch ),
dropped her towel and clothes and headed for the surf.
Since the money was good, Steve didn't mind the back breaking work of
landscaping. But he began to wonder if it was only because he was the
new guy that he kept drawing the shit assignments. The fact that he
was a black kid didn't really enter into his thinking until a few years
ago when he noticed that he was the one always chosen first for a
sports team, and everyone looked surprised when he pulled an A on a
test. And when he was accepted into an ivy-league school few in the
community thought it was for anything more than tokenism. But the
ivy-league just wasn't in the cards for him: his family was one of the
many that were too rich for financial aid, and far too poor to be able
to afford $30,000 per year in tuition. He settled on attending the
local state university and this summer job would go a long way in
taking care of the tuition. Now he had only one more job to do for the
summer and it was probably going to suck: a month-long venture of
clearing brush on some damn island away from friends and fun.
He heard that the lot had been purchased by some investment banker out
of New York. Rumor had it that the guy had to purchase 15 acres of
land so that his house would be secluded and not interfere with the
tranquility of the island. Rumor also had it that the chief pain in
the ass of this guy was his neighbor, some self-righteous bitch that
saw herself as a queen. In turn Mr. New York hired the landscaping
company to clear off as much of the 15 acres as they could in a month
just to piss her off; money was no object to him. It didn't really
matter to him who was right or wrong because both Mr. New York and the
Queen of the Island probably deserved each other.
He had caught the early morning ferry and at 8:00AM sharp, he was
driving the truck off the ferry and onto the island. Packed in the cab
of his truck were his camping equipment and a few odds and ends he
thought would be nice to have along for his stay: a book, a few changes
of clothes, and even his laptop. He had opted to camp out even though
the company had given him a daily stipend to pay for a B&B, better the
money went into his own pocket! Fifteen minutes later he was driving
down a pathway that marked the entrance to the 15 acres. By noontime
he had set up his camp as well as the tent for all of his equipment and
his work was under way. The brushhog made quick work of the
undergrowth around him, but with 15 acres to go he knew he had his work
cut out for him.
Kris woke to the sound of a shredder in full swing. It was a ways off,
but it could only be coming from the land of her new neighbor.
Instantly her blood began to boil over memories of fighting that jerk
from NYC the previous summer. She won the fight for stopping
construction on the house for a year, but he came back this summer and
won his appeal. Now her private sanctuary might be jeopardized, even
though she herself had a 20 acre estate. She threw on her clothes and
stormed back to her house, jumped into her Rover and tore up the road
to see what was going on.
Steve jumped out of his skin when he saw the SUV tearing down the path
and heading straight for him. It skidded to a halt and Kris jumped out
of the SUV determined to make this fellow's life as uncomfortable as
possible. She screamed at him that the machine was making a racket,
that he better not be running the machine too early, or too late, or
for two long. She screamed that this was an island and that peace and
quiet were a sign of respect, and that she could hear his machine all
the way over to her property and that the noise was unacceptable.
Steve just sat there and watched her; it was his tactic to let
blowhards like this wear themselves out before he responded. He
watched her scream and began to recognize this woman from somewhere but
couldn't quite place it, and then he remembered it was from school.
She was the mom of a friend of a friend, but he never spoke with her
before. Like most guys in school he checked out every woman that came
into sight, and he certainly remembered seeing this woman in the
hallways. As much a MILF as a cockteaste from what he recalled. But
Steve never had a chance to say a word to her before she jumped back
into her SUV and tore back down the trail as quickly as she arrived.
Steve knew this was going to be trouble not just for the owner, but for
him personally if didn't get things sorted out. So he set off on foot
down a path that wound in the general direction of where he knew her
house to be.
Kris was feeling triumphant at having put that kid in his place, and
she thought that if she could keep him off balance for the rest of the
month, winter would set in before the jerk from NYC could break ground
on his house. But her blood was still boiling and she dashed off the
cove to get in a refreshing swim. She knew she had to focus on
screwing with that kid and all else would fall into place for the rest
of the season; she was perfect and she knew it. She dried herself off
and lay basking in the sun, confident she would destroy that kid, and
that feeling of power made her feel as sexy as she knew she was. The
power made her horny and she let her hands wander down to her clit and she
began to lightly play with herself. Steve felt entirely different:
looking down onto the cove from where the path ended, Steve stared at
Kris lying there buck-ass naked and masturbating and the only thing he
felt was the desire to fuck her brains out. She was going to
underestimate him too, just like everyone else.
Steve got organized. He continued to work on the site and kept a very
low profile. The distance from the cove to his worksite was only a 15
minute walk, but he was there in a heartbeat if he jogged. He
constructed a small shelter overlooking the cove, just large enough to
house his laptop, his digital camcorder, and a back-up battery supply.
He would let his camera slumber through the day and programmed it to
wake up every half hour and snap a photo of the cove. He'd set off
early in the morning (missing her early AM swim, he never caught onto
that one) and manually turn on the computer and head back for the day
to do his work. He'd return after nightfall to retrieve his equipment
to check on activity and recharge the batteries for the following day.
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Kris's routine was like clockwork. He found that each sunny day Kris
was strutting around buck ass naked from 10:00 to noon, when she'd
leave. One morning photo seemed to show her in the middle of getting
herself off, but he couldn't be certain about that. She'd usually
return to the cove about 1:30 and remain there until late in the
afternoon. While going over all the slides of the week he noticed that
she always had the same blanket, wore the same sandals and even kept
the same bottle of water on the same side of the blanket each day.
What an incredibly anal-retentive bitch he thought to himself and
thanks for making this so easy for me. He made a list of what he
needed on the mainland, including one item he had seen some of the guys
around school use to send the girls over the edge.
Monday was hot and sunny again and at 11:30 Steve quietly struck off
down the path to see how his luck was holding out. He got there in
time to hear the Land Rover heading out the driveway and down the road
into town. True to form, Kris left her water bottle and towel lying in
the same spot as before and Steve made a b-line for it. Just a few
drops were all he needed, and then he just had to wait.
At about 1:00 (a bit early today) Kris came striding down the path
stripping off her clothes as she got near the water. She took the time
to fold her clothes and then she jumped in for a quick swim, emerging a
few minutes later to bake on the rock. As her temperature rose, she
started to sip from the bottle and in no time she had consumed half of
it. Steve was told to give it 15 minutes to work, but he waited half an hour
just to be safe.
Steve swallowed hard and stood up in plain view of her, if this stuff
didn't work he was going to be in a ton of trouble. She didn't move.
He cleared his throat and said hi again. All she did was raise her
head and smile at him.
Cautiously he approached her but gained confidence with each foot
forward. When he was only ten feet away Kris said "I was wondering
when you d make it down to see me." That was all the encouragement
Steve needed and he sat down next to her. Her guard was down and she
was absolutely sweet to him and even began to flirt with him, all the
while seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was buck ass naked
sitting in front of this young man. Steve wasn't sure she knew she was
naked until she said so when are you going to show me yours since you've
had plenty of time to see mine? Steve smiled and began pulling off
his shirt when she reached over and undid his belt. She smiled and
said eagerly, "come on! come on!" as she pulled at his pants barely
giving Steve time to get his shoes off. For the first time Kris'
expression went blank as she saw a semi-hard 9 jet black cock staring
her in the face.
"Please tell me this is for me!" Kris gasped, unable to take her eyes
off the cock. Steve, still a bit cautious, uttered back, If you're
sure you really want it.
"That's why I love visiting school; you guys are so naïve" Kris said,
taking her eyes off the monster only long enough to smile back up at
him. Then in one fluid motion Kris gently grabbed his cock, lifted it
up and licked from the scrotum to the head and gently wrapped her lips
around the helmet of the quickly growing shaft.
Already the pre-cum was starting to dribble out and Kris was in heaven.
She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the piss-hole in an
effort to get out every last drop. But she knew she wasn't going to
have an easy time with it. She had always dreamt of sucking a black
cock but given her husband's equipment she never had the opportunity to
practice on anything large. Now for some reason she felt compelled to
live out the fantasy and it appeared that she had more than she could
handle and the damn thing was only getting bigger! She wanted it all
but the more she tried to force in the bigger the piece of meat in her
would grow she was choking gagging on it! But she didn t care: it
was a fantasy she kept bottled-up in her since college and now was
going to be the time she lived it out.
Steve's eyes were rolling back in his head. This was the best damn
blow-job he ever had, and plenty of the girls in school gave it a try.
But none was as skilled as Kris and none was nearly as eager, she was
choking herself on the damn thing! Although Kris had started off by
rolling her tongue ( what an awesome tongue! he thought to himself)
around the head and the shaft, Kris was now bobbing her head like a
pornstar. Kris kept staring up at him with her beautiful blue eyes as
she would seemingly slide down the shaft until she would gag. But each
time she worked a bit more in, and soon she was swallowing about 2/3 of
his 12 inches of love.
Steve had to stop her or else he was going to blow his first shot right
down her gullet. He stepped back but Kris kept hanging on like a bass
on a fishing lure. Gently he placed his hands around her jaw and
coaxed her off of it. She looked up at him in disbelief and a hint or
outrage; how dare this young black man take her treat from her!
That's mine! was all she could think to say. But Steve hoisted her
to her feet and looking in her eyes said, Don't worry, I'm going to
tag you all day long. But right now I think it's time we move onto the
fucking. Kris' indignation turn to excitement as the picture grew in
her head of being impaled on that tool, and a smile spread across her
face.
Well if we are going to be fucking, we should get comfortable. Kris
said as she turned and headed for the house. Steve grabbed his bag and
walked, as easily as he could with a 14' boner, to the house.
Kris giggled to herself that this boy was so insecure that he had to
bring his backpack along, but at this moment in time innocent was
exactly what she wanted to fuck. She turned and took hold of his cock
and led him up the bedroom. Just put that damn bag down she laughed.
Steve placed it on the dresser and before he could finish turning
around Kris had his cock in her mouth again. On her knees, shuffling
backwards, Kris steered him over to the bed.
Steve lifted Kris petite frame onto the edge of the bed and began
fingering her pussy. It was sopping wet and by the time he sank his
first finger up to the knuckle Kris closed her eyes and began letting
out a growling moan. Steve started to tickle her clit with his other
fingers driving Kris and low growl turned to a whimper.
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You like that, don't you? Steve taunted and Kris would just whimper
louder. He would take his finger out and let her suck it dry before he'd
plunge it back in and all Kris would do was smile more. Finally Kris
had had enough and she began to whimper please fuck me. Steve lifted
her legs and Kris grabbed for his shaft and placed it at the head of
her pussy. Steve knew he was going to have to be gentle with her, he'd
hurt some other girls with his package when he jumped in and he feared
Kris might not be able to take it all.
But with the head just resting against her entrance, Kris's whimpering
pleas of please fuck me quickly turned more aggressive and she began
to grit her teeth. Fuck ME! Please FUCK ME! And with a slight nudge
Steve forced his head in. Kris winced and let out a yelp as Steve's
head broke the barrier. Once the head was in it seemed her eyes grew
to twice their size and a smile spread across her face. Her whole body
began to undulate as she smiled up at him. She began to grind her cunt
towards Steve in a weak effort to get more into her. Steve obliged
with her plea and began to inch in deeper and deeper and with each inch
Kris petite frame wriggled around more and it seemed her smile grew
wider and her eyes larger.
As a therapist Kris dealt with many issues and the one she always
discounted was the fascination some of her clients had with huge black
cocks. She always told herself size wasn't everything and she could
never relate to her clients on the subject, but now she was eating her
words along with a few other things. Steve was only plunging in
about half of his entire length and Kris began to shudder as the first of
many orgasms ripped through her body. Kris had never dreamt fucking
could feel so good. All her self-righteousness and analytical
approaches meant nothing with just 6' of black meat working over her
pussy. OH GOD DAMNIT FUCK ME! Kris screamed with the orgasm still
rippling through her delicate body.
Steve's smile turned to a devilish grin as he lifted one leg and turned
Kris a little on her side to work his shaft into her a bit easier.
Kris didn't care how this boy used her as a fuck doll just so long as
she got fucked; she willingly rolled to her side and was immediately
rewarded with another few inches of muscle hammering its way into her.
Another orgasm ripped through her from the additional length and Steve
only had 8' into her. The fucking and the close in tandem orgasms were
taking its toll on Kris and it was all Kris could do to look back at
Steve and say through clenched teeth, Unnng gawwwd that feels sooooo
good. Fuck me. Fuuuuuuccckkkk meeeee pleeeeeeaseeeee
And then Kris made a mistake that would cost her plenty down the road.
She wanted to take all the cock this kid had to offer and the in her
drunken and orgasm racked state of mind she had the idea to anger this
kid. She gathered her thoughts as best she could while getting fucked
by the largest slab of meat she has ever seen first-hand, and looked
back at this kid and gurgled: I said fuck me so, FUCK ME! I AM THE
MISTRESS AND YOU ARE THE SLAVE - SO FUCK ME BOY!
Up until Kris said slave Steve was enjoying the hell out of fucking
this snooty neighbor. But with that one word Steve's joy evaporated in
a flash and was replaced by animalistic rage. And on the word boy he
drew back and thrust his shaft into this bitch right up to his balls.
AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Kris let out a scream and her body grew rigid from
the thrust but Steve didn't skip a beat. He continued to thrust his
shaft into the bitch's delicate frame farther than he knew he should.
But this bitch still thought she was better than him even while getting
fucked by him! He knew instantly that it was never a desire for a
funtime fuck that drove him to this point, he wanted to fucking
humiliate this bitch. The video recorder that he had carefully
concealed in his back pack was only a safety precaution in case things
didn't go well and she tried to scream rape, but now he realized he had
this cunt and she was going to be his play toy for the rest of the
summer or longer if he felt like it. Hell, if the recording was half
as good as he thought it would be, she might even be convinced to pay
for his college. Yes, this was a master and slave relationship alright,
but it sure as hell wasn't what she had in mind.
And so Steve actually picked up the pace of his fucking. Kris was
taking it all now and her screams had subsided into a long moan and her
rigid body had relaxed so that taking 12 of flesh was a bit easier to
endure for her. Now after nearly 30 minutes of the fuck of her
lifetime (up to this point, anyway) Kris had lost count of the orgasms
and her body was now just trembling from what she thought was one long
continuous orgasm.
Steve was about ready to finish with her for this first time and he
leaned over and looked into her eyes and demanded from her, TELL ME
WHAT YOU WANT! She gurgled back , pppppleaseeee keeeeeeppp
fuckinggggg mmmmmeeeee auuughhh!
Steve was not put off by this and for a second time he yelled, TELL ME
WHAT YOU WANT! Kris now knew the answer and she didn't care how
ashamed she was to say it. Looking him back in his eyes Kris said loud
and clear, I want your nigger dick. I WANT YOUR NIGGER DICK! FUCK ME
WITH YOUR NIGGER DICK, GOD DAMN IT! FUCK ME PLEASE! Kris had now
embraced all that she had feared but secretly yearned for, it's what
in the world of therapy they call a breakthrough.
Steve pulled out and positioned his shaft in Kris' face, being mindful
now of the camera angle. Kris instinctively tried to place it in her
mouth but the first wad of semen caught her square in the left eye.
Startled, she drew back and the second shot caught her in the forehead,
gooping half her face in the process. She clamped her lips around the
head just in time to get the third shot down the gullet and she
feverishly began swallowing down every drop that was left. She did
this all while still orgasming from the fucking and whimpering like a 3
week old puppy.
Kris passed out half-way through the second fuck so Steve just dumped
his load in her pussy and after taking care of a few things around the
house, packed-up and hit the road.
Kris awoke the next morning sorer than when she had her c-section some
18 odd years ago. And she was covered in goo. What had happened?
Slowly the fog lifted and the memories of the day before crept into her
head. Sunbathing, the black kid from next door, then Oh my God she
thought, I had sex with that kid! All she could think was that he must
have attacked her and she was blotting out the memory. Or perhaps he
drugged her. Yes, that must have been it. Either way it was
definitely non-consensual and this kid was going to pay for it! She
stumbled out of bed and damn near tripped right into the TV Steve had
set-up for her. A big yellow PRESS PLAY note hung from the DVD
player.
She stumbled back and sat on the edge of the bed afraid to move. It
took her a few minutes to summon the courage to press play because she
was going to face the reality of what took place that it WAS
consensual and she LOVED it. She bean to sob lightly as she pressed
the play button but the tears dried-up when the movie started. She
began to finger herself as she watched herself take all 12 and beg for
more.
Steve ended the DVD by saying that they should talk as soon as she
could get over to his place. Kris knew what was coming next, and she
didn't mind it.
- The End -
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