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My Gardener (MF, affair, work)
by Anonymous Author


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I had been divorced for about ten years, and I never remarried. 
There was no one to do the things that a husband usually did, like 
mow the lawn, and take care of things around the house --- things 
like the dishwasher, my pussy, you know what I mean. I was 45 
years old.

I had an older man for a gardener who would come to my house twice 
a month, and mow and edge my lawn, trim the bushes, and plant new 
season flowers for me. He did a very good job, and one day, after 
he finished and knocked on the door for his pay, he told me that 
he was going to retire. I would have to find someone else, and he 
recommended someone to me. He gave me the number, and I called it.  

Two weeks later, a young black man showed up on my doorstep. He 
was the new gardener, he said. I was surprised. I thought that the 
person I had been talking to on the telephone was an older man.

"That was my Dad," he said.

I shrugged. "Oh well," I said, "Mr. Drummond recommended you, I 
suppose you'll do a good job."

He smiled and went to work. It was now the middle of summer, and 
it was very, very hot outside.

After about an hour, I went outside and asked James if he wanted 
something cold to drink. He had taken off his shirt, and his chest 
was very smooth and muscular. There was a smell about him, not an 
unpleasant odor, but a smell of manliness. He was wearing only 
white shorts, and the contrast between his dark skin and the white 
shorts was downright sexy, somehow, I thought.

"Come inside for a few minutes and rest, and have some soda," I 
suggested.

He smiled and followed me into the house.

He sat on my sofa, leaning forward, so as not to stain the back of 
the sofa with the sweat from his body. I sat across from him after 
getting us both a soda. Mr. Drummond and had sat here a number of 
times, simply chatting for a while, while he rested and cooled 
off. My sofa was solid white, and the way James sat there, the way 
he looked --- well, I could feel my pussy tingle. I noticed the 
bulge in the front of those white shorts, wondering what he looked 
like without them.

He saw where I was looking, and leaned forward and took his soda 
from the coffee table, raising it to his lips slowly. I watched 
his muscles as he moved slowly, gently in his movements.

"What do you do for excitement, Mrs. Jenkins?" he suddenly asked, 
his voice deep and gentle.

"Miss Jenkins," I said. Then, smiling, I said, "I don't have much 
excitement, you know?"

He raised his eyebrows. "A beautiful lady like you should have her 
life filled with exciting things to do," he said. His eyes moved 
up and down my body, as if trying to measure, as if he could see 
right through my clothes.

I laughed. "I haven't been called 'beautiful' in twenty years, 
James."

His turn to laugh. "Well, there must be a lot of blind men running 
around this town," he said.

"Nonsense, you're just being nice."

He smiled, finishing his soda with one large gulp. He stood and 
faced me. "I think I should go out and finish before it gets way 
too hot to move out there."

His crotch was just a foot away from me, right at eye level. I 
could see the bulge his cock made in his white shorts, could 
almost swear that I could see right through them. My tingling 
pussy told me that I really wished I could see through them.
He didn't move...his body didn't move, anyway. The bulge did move, 
though. I could see it getting larger, jerking.

My eyes widened. He just stood there, his cock growing and growing 
under those white shorts, suddenly pushing them outward. I could 
clearly see the head of his cock outlined by the white material. 
Still, he didn't move.

I couldn't stop myself. I reached forward, slowly, my hand 
shaking. I took a finger and touched the outline of the head of 
his big cock.

"Mm, yes," he said.

I didn't need much more encouragement. I reached up with both 
hands, and leaning forward, I hooked my thumbs and fingers in the 
band of his shorts. I tugged downward, revealing his wiry, black 
pubic hair. I could see the base of his cock, his shorts pushing 
the rest of his cock downward. I pulled harder, moving his shorts 
ever downward. Suddenly, without warning, his big black cock 
sprang forward and up. Giant, fat, and black, his cock was the 
largest dick I'd seen in my life. The head was poking halfway out 
of the foreskin, a purple monster half hidden by the black 
foreskin.

I nearly came, just sitting there, looking at his cock. His balls 
hung low and heavy, two giant orbs pulling down on the wrinkled 
black skin.

"Good Lord," I whispered. I had no idea what I was doing. I hadn't 
seen a naked man in ten years, hadn't touched anyone but myself. 
Here I was, a giant black dick in my face. Whatever the hell was I 
doing? I asked myself.

He pushed my arms away gently and reached down, pulling me 
upright. Suddenly, he swept me up in his arms and carried me to 
the nearest door. He walked down the hallway, carrying me. He 
kicked at a door gently, found that it was the bath room. He let 
me down, and kicked his shorts off the rest of the way, his cock 
now standing straight up in the air. Turning on the light, he 
turned to me and with shaking hands, unbuttoned my blouse, then 
tugged at my shorts. I helped him. Soon, I stood there naked as he 
was. His eyes moved up and down my body, and he pressed his sweaty 
body against mine.

"Let's wash," he said.

He led me into the shower, and turned on the water. I stood in 
front, the hot spray beating against my nipples, his hard dick 
pressing against my ass. I couldn't wait; I bent over, and I could 
feel his thick shaft pressing against my pussy from behind. He 
thrust forward, and even though his dick was enormous, he entered 
me with ease, I was so wet. He began to move in and out of me 
gently, slowly at first. Then, he sped up, and I came, feeling his 
big dick fill me. I moaned and groaned, and still, he kept 
thrusting, his hands reaching around and tweaking my nipples.

I could feel his body begin to jerk, and I came again as he filled 
my hot pussy with a load of hot cum, then another and another...I 
don't know how many times his cock jerked. It was like, a dozen or 
so, and my pussy was dripping with his cum, flowing out of my 
pussy and down my legs.

He pulled out of me, and we showered in earnest, washing one 
another's body, his cock still at full attention.

I lowered myself to my knees, his cock facing me. I leaned forward 
and kissed the giant head, cupping his balls with both hands.

"Oh, Jesus!" he moaned.

I sucked his cock into my mouth, the head barely fitting in my 
mouth. I couldn't believe a guy could have a cock so big. I sucked 
and sucked...and he pulled away. He reached down and pulled me 
upright. Then, he fell on his knees.  I could feel his hot breath 
near my pussy lips, and his tongue darted out, and into my pussy, 
moving, probing. It wasn't long before I came again and again.
He stood and turned off the water. Stepping out of the shower, we 
dried one another off, turning me on even more. Then, we made our 
way to the bedroom, where we lay, face to crotch. I licked his 
heavy balls hanging in my face, then bent his enormous dick to my 
mouth. I could feel his tongue deep inside me now, and I began to 
squirm and moan. I sucked hard on his giant bone, and before long, 
it suddenly jerked in my mouth, and my mouth was filled with his 
hot cum.  Again and again, he shot a load of cum into my waiting 
mouth, while his tongue was moving in and out of my pussy, making 
me cum again and again.

Then, all was silent as he pulled off me, and switched position, 
his face next to mine. He wrapped his arms around me and we lay 
there quietly. We lay for about half an hour, and he suddenly sat 
up.

"I gotta finish that lawn, ya know," he said.

He finished the lawn, and then, well, he comes every week now. 

And, so do I.
