#mackthegardener

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Bad Gardener

I pulled at the hold at my wrist in frustrated anger. What in the world was he doing! He... didn't budge. Not even a little. My eyes grew a little wider. At that moment I noticed his... his other hand had opened the fastenings of my dress! 

"How DARE you open m-HH!" I took a gasping breath and stared in horror when his hand got into my dress! He opened the front and- and! "They are as magnificent as I thought they would be..." He said, caressing one of my breasts, his hand in my garments! My corset! How da- I sucked in air when he closed his mouth around my nipple, I felt a tongue against it, teeth! This was completely inacceptable! "I- I'm a married woman! You can't do tha-," again the air got stuck in my throat, he pressed a leg between mine, pinning me more against the wall, rubbing- rubbing his knee against- "Ah, but you are so eager. Those are already hard~," he said, turning my nipple between his fingers, the other being accosted by his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. It was shameful how my body reacted. I... my lower regio- "Mmmh, getting all hot and bothered..." He grinned, moving his knee. And himself against me. I could feel. In his pants. He- he had- I swallowed, hard. "You have to stop this, it is not done, there is trou-HHhh!" Again he moved. Again he pinched- I couldn't do anything, my hands still held tightly, my body pressed against the wall and crowded by his half-naked form and- "Mmmmmh~," he hummed, while his lips wandered upwards, leaving a wet trail towards my collarbone, my shoulder, my ear. It left the skin sensitive and I squirmed under it, biting my lip. In my ear, he whispered: "Don't bite, it will make your lips all the more desirable" "Just like those wonderful tits," he squeezed again, thumb flicking over the most sensitive spot and my legs twitched, "So responsive..." He bit into my ear and I hissed: "You can't do that, it's not proper, I'm married, you can't-" There was a tongue in my mouth, stopping me from talking, stealing my breath. When I opened my squeezed shut eyes again - I had averted my face - his hand was under my skirts. He had distracted me to reach down! He had- He ground against my leg. I felt his erection, felt how hard- "Your ass is better than anyone could have guessed," he squeezed. He squeezed my behind! UNDER my skirt, "Wanted to do that since months..." Again, I swallowed, trying to move away from his hand, just to... to move up against his leg and- "So eager, are we? No wonder, always so frustrated" I tried to protest that, tried to say something, when his fingers moved... in... The shock made me lose my footing a little and let the intrusion glide in further and I shuddered and- "You... you are more than ready," there was wonder in his voice. And he moved them further in and I whined and- "... all slippery and wet, just waiting to be filled," he curled and spread his fingers when he said that, and I tried to press my legs together, only to feel his leg and- "Lord, I wanted to fuck you since months, but you are so eager!" He moved the fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing the front and making me twitch again, it- "Should have done it much earlier, take you hard and fast when you were undressing me with your eyes the first time already, don't think I didn't notice," if it was possible, I might blush even harder at that. Even with his fingers inside me and- I whined again, a higher pitch, he had rubbed something inside, had my nerves on fire and he said: "Yes, be as loud as can be, I want others to see you all hot and bothered by me, all eager for my cock" He ground into me and it felt different, felt more like skin, more- I ground my teeth together not to make noise, not make noise when his fingers moved out to be replace by something... much... thicker. I inhaled deeply while he slid inside. Easily. He shuddered against me, exhaling, jittery, against my shoulder when he was... fully- "F-Uck, you feel amazing," he pushed his hip forward, further inside. I gasped. "Pussy to die for, shit," I felt how he squeezed my thigh. Legs were rearranged. Hadn't noticed. He was between mine, he had lifted my left leg, held it up. I stood on one leg, balancing, and- and something deep inside me. His hips rolled, moving him slightly, in and out, making him groan, growling: "Damn good. So good. Tight. Fuck" There was a hand on my shoulder, holding me against the wall, the leg up on his arm, his shoulder, it pinched, leg stretched, but damn, he moved and- "So wet and hot, shit", with squeezed eyes, he moved in and out, further with each stroke, slowly. And I squeezed him hard and felt every movement. Felt it in my whole body, blood rushing in my ears. I whimpered in my throat, putting my hands on his shoulder, squeezing the muscles. His eyes flicked ope, he grinned. And thrust inside. The whole length. Fast. It smacked. I Moaned. He kept still, I balanced on one toe, breath kept inside by my corset, I was almost fully clothed! "Damn... you slut," it sounded reverent. He grabbed a breast, squeezed it, rubbed it. It made my hips twitch, against him. He laughed - I felt it, from his chest, and inside me and- Then he started moving, each stroke deep inside, each time almost all the way out. And in. And out. And in and I heard a moan, interrupted by each slap, reverbrating and not stopping, only when I swallowed for a second. "So- damn- slutty- fuck!" My thigh was released, he grabbed my ass and pushed, against him, with every thrust, leaned forward. I felt it. Harder. Deeper. Faster. I moved with it, weakly, mind reeling, hands clutching his shoulders, back, pulling closer, pressing my forehead against something. Chest. Shoulder? There was breath. Short, hacked, in sync, just enough, dick filling me and going again, me wanting it back, want it again and deeper and faster and harder and I might have said it and heard it and I was pinned and thrust into relentlessly until he stopped, deep inside, moaning loudly against me, closer than ever, and I felt everything swell and clamp and rush and I felt my fingernails pulling and scraping and press against him as well as I could and- ... Everything was turning. The whole world. White and coloured and then not and there was still some voice, sighing, with each breath. Mine. While he moved inside me, slowly, in and out, in and out, one last time deeply, leaning against me, calming his breath, slowly. He petted my ass. Stroked it. Squeezed it. Same with my breast. Then moved away, leaning back and pulling out before he thrust into me one last time and I mewled, biting my lip, oversensitive, still dizzy. "Fuck, you needed my cock so much, damn..." He breathed out and then pulled out, letting my leg down, made sure I leaned against the wall. "It was amazing" One last time he kissed both my breasts - sucking on them, oversensitive as they were - and then left, rearranging his pants. I... sunk to the floor against the wall, my whole body pulsing, shuddering. Hot and sensitive in places I should not be.

I had a husband. What would Raph say. What would- ... I felt my insides with pulsing. No sheepskin. Shit.

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Gabe’s fed up with Men

I would very much like to slam a door right now. The doors were too heavy for such an action. Not even THIS satisfaction was given to me. So, I merely stormed through the villa, looking for something to do. Just so I didn't have to think about my husband shirking his husbandly duties ONCE AGAIN, because someone had to fall terribly sick right in *this very moment*. And not only that, he shirked them without even batting much of an eye. It was frustrating and somewhat insulting and I- ... I wanted to find a distraction. Yes.

Straightening my posture, I continued through the halls. Until I reached the dining hall. Which... we hadn't used in a while. The last dinner with friends was quite a long time ago. The room looked the part as well. It was boring and not suited for the season. Especially the plants were not at all appropriate. So. I should at least get an order in already, they needed some time to grow, after all.

Stalking towards the garden, I made a mental list of the other things I needed... groceries, decorations, instructions for the cook, a guest list, the approximate expenses, a bloody event to go with... it would be work. Distraction. And so I stalked outside into the garden and- ... Mack. With his usual half-smile. And withOUT his shirt. I really did not need this right now. Not at a- "Lady Gabrielle! A pleasure to see you. Well-arranged as usual, I see" I blinked slowly. And smiled. Controlled. "Good morning, Mack. I look to decorate the dining hall. It's not proper for the season," and elaborated what I wanted and needed done. He nodded and moved around to gather what he already had, which was... surprisingly coherent in colour scheme. And I nodded: "Alright, then bring them with you, so the flowers can get used to the room" I huffed and led the way, he carried several flower pots after me. After three quarters of the way, he said: "Aaah, you walk as straight and regal as always, it's quite a testament ho-" "How DARE you!" I whirled around, eyes lowered, and pointed a finger at his sculpted chest, "How dare you even address me like that! It's not like you would ever try anything! You are just being an ass and that is ALL! So, do your JOB!" Each sentence was punctuated with a jab against his chest, not budging the slightest, but leaving a slight red mark on his chest. Then I turned and continued. "It could have been a compliment, my lady," he said, with a strange inflection to his words. I tsk-ed and stalked on. Right back into the hall and pointed where I wanted the plants to go, when I heard the door close behind him.

With a huff, I rolled my eyes and looked around the room to plan further preparations. The silver would fit best to the blue flowers and- "Ah!" I was surprised when I was grabbed by the shoulder. And turned to be shoved against the wall: "What's going o-" Lips on mine. Fierce, hard. Tongue swiping into my mouth. I turned my head, pressing my lips together, frowning, blushing furiously, heart beating. What?! My hands were above my head. Held there. What. I stared up at... Mack. It was Mack. He still smirked. And said: "See, I think I *will* do something about it this time..."

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NaughtyGardener

"Ah-HN~!" That's her surprised sound, half shocked.

I am balls deep inside of her, her fine skirts bunched up in my fists I pull her on my dick.

Kneeling between er legs, I roll my hips. She twitches, gasping. 

Her hands loose hold, she falls on her forearms when I thrust, driving deep inside of her. 

I let go of the skirt, grab her hip instead, connect harder, feel her soft skin, digging fingers into it. 

She puts he forehead to the bed, muffling the moans and cries, her hair ruined, spilling everywhere. Thick, flowing locks.

Every thrust spreads it further, a mess of strands everywhere. Every time she is less able to hold back her noises. 

She is wet and ready and so good and muffling herself in the sheets.

I pull her up, grabbing her shoulder, I make her sit on my cock, make her feel it. Her own weight driving me deep into her. 

And she moans, no sheets muffling her.

My hand moves up, pulling her top down, freeing her breasts so I can squeeze, can pinch her nipple.

Her whole body twitches again, not expecting it, she moves, feeling me again, moves up. Then down again, legs weak.

I bury my nose in her hair, find her shoulder, bite down, nibble. 

Another cry, another jerk through her body, making her gasp. 

Jerking my own hips in time makes it better, makes her tilt her hips and impale herself.

I squeeze her perky tits, her ass meeting my hips while she meets my thrusts.

She needs to be guided, helped, her legs are weak from pleasure. 

The rhythm becomes faster, harder, I grab her hips with both hands, breasts out, moving with every thrust, she cries, gasps, moans.

I bite her shoulder and she groans, loud, with abandon, and her hair is all over me, she stills in movement and I spill inside of her, deep inside, riding it out with few thrusts, coming down from it, loosening my grip. 

The tension leaves and we both collapse, leaning bach against the wall. 

And I open my eyes. Hazel already gets up and stretches: "Macky, what got into you today?"

I watch her pull down her cheap dress and shove her top into a more appropriate position. 

She pets my dick, then. And I make a face at it.

"It was preeee~tty nice. But get a sheep skin next time," she points at me.

"We'll see. You know you like it," I said, a lot less energetic.

"Mmmrh, see if I let you next time, then, skirt chaser"

"You love my dick and you know it"

With a little regretful face of her own, she shrugs in defeat, but then sticks her tongue out to me and leaves, waving.

I waved back. 

Before I returned to my own thoughts.

Hazel's hair was too short, even if the bopping curls have their own charm. Her hips are too bony. No tits or ass to speak of... it is a shame. 

But it certainly was a mch easier fuck than lady Gabrielle would ever me. 

She wouldn't be as happy. Maybe even furious. Or ashamed. 

Ah, certainly ashamed. 

But she needed a good dicking. Badly. I could see it. 

And it would be good. Satisfying. 

I would tell her. Would praise her for all the things I missed, usually. 

Holding her actual boobs would be a wonder, I bet.

Such a stupid husband, letting her walk around like that.

He wasn't a bad employer, had me fixed up when I got sick, too. 

But damn his wife was younger then him and he did not get her enough cock. The way she was staring sometimes.

I slowly stroke my dick. 

She is quite ripe for the picking anyway. 

... I bet she is so needy, she might even suck it.

A good fantasy to roll with. 

Such lucious lips. 

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Mack - gardener

This woman is one fine piece of ass, that was a fact of life. I smiled a little forlornly while I watched it pass by. It was too bad she was a noble, really. "Morning, lady Gabrielle, the dahlias are looking mighty fine today, almost as fine as you, wanna take a look?," I say, because she never minded. She actually turns around. And, for only a second, her face blanches, before she catches herself and only carries a tiny bit of a blush. Ohoho. Noble, but still impressed. Well, it was understandable, seeing me shirtless, but such obvious interest... I picked a few flowers, fitting to her turquoise dress, and held them out to her. She certainly didn't look me in the eye when she took them. "I hope your husband takes it as a good invitation. Your dress is way too unruffled" At that, she straightened up, taking in a breath. It showed off her breasts. I could appreciate that. "Have a good day, Mack." There was a bit of venom dripping off of her voice. I liked it. Firey. Would likely earn scratches on my back. Mmh. I watched her stalk away. Fury suited her.