Original Sin: Cal Seduces Gardener

Past is Prologue: Following "Original Sin, Bella, biker-bitch," now please enjoy "Original Sin: Cal seduces the Gardener."

Oh what a ride that was, both of us dripping in sweat and still panting after who knows how long. "Are you okay honey?" I asked out of real concern, but of course Bella was bound and gagged, so all I heard was an exhausted moan of approval. I climbed off the bike, and my limp dick plopped out on the soaked black leather seat, more come now dripping from her beautiful Black butt. With some considerable concern, I quickly unfastened the ball gag, hearing Bella choking and gasping for air, but also getting out some critical words of reassurance, "Oh my Master, that was an amazing ride, and I am fine. I think I crashed, and was asleep or in a dream for a minute, so your words and movement startled me. What a ride, what a motorcycle. I love this BMW. I love you my Master. That wore me out, I was so gone, I don't know where reality left off and my dream state took over."

I removed her blindfold, all the bondage tape holding Bella to the bike, and helped her swing her leg over and come back to earth. She was amazingly stable on the stilettos, but she said her vision was blurred. The darkness of the leather blindfold, to a garage quite well lit. She sat down on the couch, comfortable but looking like she was permanently planted there. Her knees opened on their own, displaying again that inviting sight, two white stockinged legs leading to a wide open pussy framed by that leather corset. Her breasts, so roughly treated, bounced, nipples pointing right at me.

"Talk to me honey," I said, in a hurry to really understand where she was and how she was. "I really rode you, whipped you hard, and abused those breasts to the point it scared me. I went wild, but did not want to hurt you, certainly not beyond where the pain gave you the jolt you needed and wanted. I felt like you came many times, and in many ways. Tell me about it as you come in from the dark."

"Oh my Master," She said again, now in a calm reassuring tone. "Great things happened, and God did I come. I had vaginal, anal, clitoral, and full body orgasms. I know your BMW seat is soaked. I love how you worked me over, bound me to the bike, blinded and gagged. The then you whipped my butt, I came a hundred times. I can't wait to see those photos, especially when you objectified and used my butthole. God I loved it. I had an anal orgasm the minute your cock pushed through my rosebud, then you grabbed my tits and rode me like the biker whore I am. I was at your mercy and you showed me none, exactly what I wanted. My breasts will be tender for a bit, but I love them having been your handlebars. Then when you went for my nipples and pinched so hard, I screamed through the ball gag. It was beautiful. When you went tantric, so did I. I felt like I was a machine built to make you and your cock happy. A machine with feelings of joy, both at what I gave my Master, and what I felt loving being the abused whore I want to be, and am. There are no limits for you, I trust you completely and I let myself be that machine. Almost like Jane Fonda in, and being, 'Barbarella.' Lost in perfect lust. See, it even made my hair curl. Thank you!"

"I felt all that Bella, thank God we are on the same planet," I said with relief, as I knelt in front of those open legs on the couch. "We can see if I took any good pictures. But I do feel like your pussy needs my love. You need to always know that I love your cunt and suck it for my own pleasure, just thrilled that you love it too and come in my face. Memories of that ejaculation, you coming like milky man-come, make me hard." With those words her legs opened wider, a big hard clit, a bitch's cock worth sucking came into full view out of her Black swollen vulva. It seemed to scream 'suck me like the dick I am.'

"I'm yours my Master, that cock of mine dreams of being loved by you, being cock-sucked by you!" Bella enthused. "If you want, I'll talk dirty to you, and call you a faggot Black cock sucker while you suck my dick!"

"Yes!" I enthused back at her as I was ready to dive in and suck her erect cock. "I'm a Black cock whore and love having you humiliate me while I suck your dick. I'm going after it like the Black cock whore I am, loving you and hoping I can make you ejaculate again, blasting your man-come in my whore mouth. Take a hold of my head and shove that clit dick into my mouth, fuck my face like a man!"

With that, I went after her monster clit dick and felt again, so at home sucking. I wrapped my tongue around it, sucking hard, jacking it up and down, loving it as she took hold of my head with force and began bathing me in dirty words. I am a natural born cock sucker, and her cunt opened up wide and began dripping on the black leather garage couch. I went wild, and again while sucking Bella's cock, I pushed my fingers into her gapping cunt. In they went, her cunt clamping down on my wrist, my hand formed a fist. A manly cock suck and a fist fuck for my cunt Bella. I was both at home as a cock sucker, and in another world, fist fucking my bitch.

"Suck my dick you faggot Black cock whore!" Bella was going wild, gyrating on my fist, and playing dominant with her cock sucking Master and loving it. "I love my Master, he's a fist fucking faggot cock sucker. Suck me bitch, suck my dick. Oh my God, my cunt is on fire, pound that fist in and out of me, suck my dick you faggot whore. Suck!"

And so it went, time meant nothing, we were both lost--possibly in different, worlds, but so totally connected. In that other world of mine, without losing a beat, I remember my mind drifting to an image of me sucking the probably monster white cock of a Gardener who takes care of our property on Bainbridge. A wonderful fellow, probably six-foot two, a lanky robust character about fifty years old, and likely straight as an arrow. But there I was loving Bella's cock, fisting her gapping cunt, absorbed in that world yet my mind drifted to a man and a white cock I'd surely never seen, and likely would never suck. He was younger than me and bigger than me, so whatever was going on in my brain would likely stay there or I might get my ass kicked. That said, no denying that something about that rugged and kindly Gardener had an effect on me at that moment, that was profound. Bella's screaming, brought me out of that dangerous fog.

"Suck faggot, I'm coming and I think it's the big one!" She was screaming and shaking, cunt contracting, pulsing around my fist and here came that taste streaming into my mouth. It was like man-come, milky, and sweet. I sucked it down and kept on sucking and fisting. Bella was screaming, "Oh my God, you're making it happen again, suck faggot, I'm having a full body orgasm and ejaculating!!! What a feeling, swallow my man-come faggot. Swallow! You are a faggot cock sucking whore. Oh Daddy suck my dick!" Her body went wild, I did my best to just hang on. I was swallowing her man-come, wishing for more, yet my mind was filled with cock images--again that Gardener's imagined cock loomed as it flashed through my mind in a blur. All the while, my own cock shot and shook through involuntary tantric gyrations, never touched but living that animal truth on its own. It was a mind-fuck. That is what sex, man sex, is supposed to be. Lightening for the brain.

As we both came back to earth hugging, loving, praising the creative excellence of our communication, life looked pretty special. Bella and I chatted about our experience, each offering insights and appreciation, I shared my images of the never-seen white cock of that Gardener. I wanted that man's cock. More, I was telling Bella, the woman I am in-love with, all about it. It seemed like cheating, just wanting this unknown, yet Bella was excited by my fantasy. She had the self confidence to enjoy seeing the naked me. My truth as her elixir.

We chatted on about what we both had been studying, the true nature and potential of 'female orgasm.' It is not the 'squirting' showing up in porn, though that too can be a result, or part of an intense orgasm. Actual female ejaculation is a milky fluid with PSA (prostate specific antigens) in it, and comes from the skeen gland. The skeen gland is functionally like the male prostate, it likes attention. I had given Bella a lot of attention, and my taste buds agree, it was milky like man-come but watery. It was part and parcel of one monster orgasm for Bella, and I sucked her dry.

As fast as I could finish that reflection, and while in Bella's arms, again there was the Gardener, pulling out his unseen cock. In this afterglow of sex with Bella, I found myself fully absorbed in seducing the gardener. What a picture my mind gave me, this tall and lanky, stylishly blue collar dude in jeans and a plaid shirt, and I just bet there was a big white cock in the leg of those jeans. He's living a very physical and manly life gardening, albeit in estates around the Island. While our evening continued, we joined and watched Zach and Victoria still playing, the leather dress up for both setting the scene. All the while I was planning to say hello to the gardener the next day, with brand new eyes. His name is Pete.

We crashed, had no energy left to even look at those photos on my iPhone, and all too soon the next day would come. Bella and Zach were off to work, and Victoria was out shopping for something. I've had a great walk with Atticus, thinking about being alive, but really thinking about Pete. No telling what Pete was thinking about, but there he was, pulling up to the house in his pickup. He stepped out and waved as usual, sometimes in the past we'd have a few words, but mostly he was a part of the landscape he worked so well. Today was different. He dropped to his knees to give Atticus a roughing-up hello, Atticus liked Pete too. Seeing Pete on his knees suddenly had new meaning for me, though likely meant nothing special to Pete. Still I pushed myself, "There you are all dressed like a handsome man of the manor, ready to get those jeans dirty. You are are quite the sight," I said with some genuine enthusiasm. "Victoria's out, come on in and I'll make you a cup of coffee, or whatever. I'd love to visit for a bit, if you'd like or aren't too rushed."

The relaxed Pete, slowly stood up right in front of me, what a man's man he was while saying, "I'm in no hurry to get dirty, thanks I'd love it. A coffee sounds great!"

Goodness, this was maybe rolling in the right direction, but I needed to be careful. Good gardeners were hard to come by, on Bainbridge. Pete sat down on a stool at the kitchen counter, facing me brewing some Sumatra. Pete's plaid sleeves were rolled up and I noticed, for the first time, that his strong forearms were shaved smooth. Then without warning, the words just came out of my mouth, "We rarely get to really chat Pete, and I guess I am just noticing for the first time that you shave your forearms. It's a great look, I like shaving myself, love the feeling. So what motivates you, and what else do you shave, besides that rugged face of yours?" I wanted to give him time to digest my words and form his response, so I diverted my eyes and tended to serving up our coffee. "Sugar or cream for you Pete?"

"I'll take some sugar and cream, if you've got the real stuff," He said with relaxed nonchalance. "I've been shaving for a few years now, glad you noticed, I too like it smooth most everywhere."

"Sugar is right in front of you, and Victoria has heavy cream in the fridge, I'll grab it." I responded. "I shave everywhere too, except my beard. Love the feminine-masculine contrast. Victoria shaves too, how about your wife?" Our eyes were glued together, by words, as I set the heavy cream down in front of him. Then I extended my hand, offering a manly handshake. He took it. It was a strong and long man to man handshake. "Thank you for accepting my invitation Pete, it is wonderful to sit down and chat with you. We should do it more often. Grab your cup, let's get comfortable in the living room."

Almost automatically, I gestured to Zach's favorite spot on the couch and sat myself down facing Pete. What a handsome man, so rugged and fit, probably twenty years my junior but with some gray in his hair. He looked so at ease, I was emboldened. "Pete, if I ever say anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me to stop and I will. I hadn't even thought about this body shaving issue when I invited you in, just noticed it and now am very curious. So if you're comfortable sharing, do you and your wife do full genital shaving? Victoria and I have for years, an important part of our sex lives." I stopped, a bit fearful that I was over-pressing this point.

Undeterred, Pete shot back, "I have kept my cock and balls shaved, the wife used to but after three kids our sex life is nothing to brag about. Good for you and Victoria, I've always liked her and her welcoming way. What a lean fit babe she is, especially at her age. Very attractive, and you have stayed amazingly fit yourself. Not sure of your ages, but you are a beautiful and very hot couple."

"Victoria is amazing, and actually I'm six years older than her but we both enjoy a very active sex life," I offered. "You're such a handsome young stud Pete, so do you end up finding sex elsewhere on the island, or do you rely of porn in secret? At your age, I was hard all the time, still am actually, but sexual tastes change and often grow over time and reflection."

"I appreciate the compliments Calvin, I have found some relief here and there, but you're right it is mostly porn in stolen moments alone. I'm always hard and sexual thoughts are constant." Pete said with a bit of shyness. "I will admit that I watch all sorts of porn, straight and gay, and yes I have jacked off to images of your wife more than once! I hope that doesn't offend you."

"Actually, I love it Pete. Victoria is tireless, a real sexual vixen!" I enthused. "Like you, and even with Victoria's knowledge, I have still enjoyed a lot of porn and for some years watched a lot of gay sex myself. That said, I had never actually sucked a cock until pretty recently, and will admit--since you've jacked off thinking about my wife, I have jacked off thinking about sucking your cock. Though I never would have guessed you were shaved, and that is hot as hell to me. Amazing and wonderful that we're having this level of honest man-talk."

"Wow Cal, I don't know what to say. I'm hard as a rock hearing that," Pete admitted, now looking flushed as he shifted his body to accommodate that hard-on. "I've always assumed you were totally straight, and publicly I am too. But there's something hot about man-to-man cock sucking, though I've never had the nerve to admit it, you bet I've watched and jacked huge loads to the image of it. I saw a video called "Pagan Forest," straight and bi sex in the woods. It blows my mind." He finished his coffee, set it on the coffee table, he clearly needed to adjust his jeans again and get resettled on the couch.

"I know that 'Pagan' video and have loved it too, amazing Pete," I said gaining confidence and finding my voice dropping an octave or two. "I mostly think about worshipping cock, being the cock sucker and working for a man's load. I'd service you in a hot minute, and no worries, I would have no need for you to do the same to me. That's likely a big step for you, and not what I hunger for. I'd love to worship your shaved cock right now, suck 'till I drained every drop of come out of you and do it again. Looks like your hard as a rock, can I service you?"

"Oh God, what a surprise this morning is, let me slip out of my boots and drop my pants. What an offer, thank you Cal! Pete was hot and without waiting for my answer he stood up, kicked off his half-Wellingtons and his jeans followed in a heap on the Berber.

And there it was, a gorgeous rock hard white cock, big but not as big as Zach. A smaller head and shaft that got very fat at the base. I didn't waste a minute and was on my knees in a position that I had used so often to service Zach's Black monster. I grabbed that shaft at the base and sucked the head into my mouth in one move. Pete groaned outloud, it was a manly groan. I pulled off for just a minute to say, "What a fucking cock Pete, thank you. I'm going to take all you've got to give. You're welcome to take hold of my head and use me as you wish, and I love dirty talk, being called a faggot. Use any words you like. I'm going to be your cock sucking whore and swallow all you've got to give." Then I went back to work, a cock in my mouth, my natural home and happy place. Pete was out of his mind and started to rave on.

"Oh Cal, jack and suck my fucking dick, like a whore bitch. I'm almost ready to blow just from our words. What a morning treat!" Pete said breathlessly, taking my head in his powerful hands, shoving his pelvis into my face. "When I blow, don't stop you faggot, that will just be my first load and there's more to come. Throat me bitch, throat me like Victoria does! Oh my God Cal, I'm sorry, that just came out of me, I promised Victoria I would never tell. She said she'd tell you herself in good time. Your wife has sucked me twice, on her knees she unzipped me and gave me a fast blow-job about a month ago and again last Tuesday. I am so sorry, but God is this hot. Please don't be mad at me or her, and please don't stop, here comes my first load." Those words shocked me, but I loved them and didn't miss a beat. I reached around underneath him, pulled his butt toward me as he pulled at my head in a frenzy, and I began gulping a huge load. I was loving Pete's cock, his come a bit more salty than Zach's, I loved it and kept on sucking. Hoping all the while that my dedicated sucking would ameliorate any guilt he had, about being also serviced by Victoria. A hot thought, and I intended to out suck her and blow Pete's mind.

When that first load, shot in streams, subsided I pulled off to squeeze and look at the head and come hole for a minute. I tongued the now wide open come hole and loved hearing him almost scream. A tongue fuck for a minute, and I looked up and into his eyes to offer reassurance. "I loved that first load Pete, and knowing that Victoria has sucked you off is nothing but a turn on. We've been busy, of course she would have told me at some point. Maybe today. I'm a faggot cock whore loving and servicing your cock, working for that next load. Just lean back and feed me, bath me buddy, in dirty words. How cool, you getting sucked by a man, and his wife. Fuck my face, I am your cocking sucking faggot whore."

"How fucking cool is that, now I feel great," he said. "Suck me bitch, suck me like your cheating wife sucked me!" With those words he was obviously liberated and got rough and began to force fuck my face, slamming hard cock right into my throat. His cock wasn't as long as Zach's but the wide girth of the base filled my wide open mouth, and the smaller head pumped into my throat. So I sucked and gulped, breathed through my nose wanting to service Pete's cock like he had never been serviced before. I felt the fat base in my mouth swell, he was coming again and I heard the words signaling that truth. "Here you go Cal, oh my God I am coming big, slamming into your faggot face. You suck like no bitch has ever sucked me, I can feel your love for my cock. I feel you worshiping it, and this time I'm shooting deep in your faggot throat. Suck and swallow you cunt!"

This was heaven, a very masculine man, man-fucking my face and unloading in my throat. He was smashing his pelvis into my face, handling and controlling my head like only a man could. Come just kept coming, and I was lost in the wonderland of being a faggot whore. Suddenly, somewhere outside the fog I was in, I heard words from another voice, it was Victoria. She had walked in on us just back from shopping.

To be continued...