<strong>Desdemona Pratz - at home</strong><br/><br/>Desdemona was bored. With her friends thousands of miles away and the Gulch only opening in about a dozen hours, she was stuck in her father’s palatial home with nothing to do. She could join her mother in the luxurious terrace in the back of their domain where she was no doubt enjoying a drink underneath the shade of huge gazebo. But the last thing she felt like at that moment was a conversation with her mom. She pouted in boredom and peered out the window until she saw a figure heading towards the tiny shack at the far end of their domain. A naughty smile crept upon her lips and Desdemona quickly stripped off the dress she had worn to church in favor of a pair of cut-off jeans and a flimsy white blouse she tied together right above her navel. She undid her intricate updo and let her hair fall loose.<br/><br/>Perhaps the afternoon wouldn’t be a total loss after all… She descended the steps and slipped out of the servants back entrance as to not be seen by her dad or mom. From there it was a clear path to the small gardener’s shack, which was all but concealed completely from the view at ground level by a few strategically placed bushes and trees. Desdemona could not recall exactly when they had fucked for the first time. No doubt it was fairly shortly after her father had hired the tall, dark and handsome new gardener. Tremaine Colsworth was in his mid 20s and had a muscular, 6’2 frame. His father had hired him a year or two ago, when William – the man who had tended their large garden by himself up to that point – informed mr. Pratz that he no longer could manage it on his own. So her father had hired another younger gardener to help out, part time.<br/><br/>Tremaine owned a small one-man landscaping business and her dad was his main client. It hadn’t taken her long to notice that he was hiding a tight, muscular body underneath the plain overalls, and it was only a matter of time before she cornered him in his shack and enticed him to a wild fucking. He had grown weary after that first time though, afraid to lose his sweet gig at the Pratz estate if her father found out. Desdemona hadn’t covered herself in glory by subsequently blackmailing Tremaine for more sex in exchange for her silence. She wasn’t proud of herself for that, but a girl had needs. And she could hardly spend 24 hours a day at the Gulch.<br/><br/>She managed to sneak up on him to the point that he only noticed her presence when she was already behind him in the shack.<strong>“Fuck! Damn girl… Why do you go and sneak up on me like that?”</strong>When he noticed her attire and the look on her face, he knew what was up.<strong>“No… no… hell no girl… Your mom is like just beyond those bushes. I just waved hello at her five minutes ago.”</strong>Tremaine pointed out the high rose bush that parted the more intimate inner garden from the rest of their plot. It was a little over six feet tall, so her mom could just about peer over it when she stood on her tipy-toes. Desdemona shrugged.<strong>“<em>Please</em>… she’s probably on her fourth or fifth martini by now, she won’t hear a thing, and if she does she will be beyond caring in her current state.”</strong>She stepped further into the shack and cornered Tremaine up against his work bench.<strong>“Besides… it’s not like you have a say in this, do you? I could inform daddy right now that you have been ploughing his little girl for what… nearly two years now?”</strong>She grinned deviously at him.<strong>“I’d worry more about that, <em>Romeo</em>.”</strong>Her hand ran down to his crotch and she could feel the outlines of a rock-hard erection underneath his denim overalls.<strong> “Besides, looks like the snake in your trousers has a very different opinion of me.”</strong>She squeezed his cock through the fabric and Tremaine couldn’t help but groan.<strong>“Alright…”</strong>he conceded.<strong> “But at least shut the bloody door.”</strong>She briefly returned to slam the door of the wooden shack shut. The room was dimly lit in the afternoon sunlight of the two small windows.<br/><br/>She was pleased to find him undoing his overalls by the time she returned her gaze to him. He was in front of her in nothing but his boxers and a T-shirt now. His cock already lewdly spilled out of his underpants and she released them all the way by playfully pulling his boxershorts down to his knees. The thick black cock sprung out of its prison and she immediately grabbed it and gave it a hard squeeze. Tremaine’s cock was a beautiful thing to behold and the mere sight of it always made her dripping wet. She looked up and saw him pull the T-shirt over his head and toss it to the side. Then she joined him in the stripping, by first undoing her denim hotpants and then untying the little blouse. She hadn’t bothered to put any underwear on, knowing the clothes would just get in the way of her intended tasks. Tremaine pulled her close for a wet kiss whilst she returned her hands to his rigid cock. She felt the veins push against her palms as she kneaded the hard rod in her hands.<br/><br/>It didn’t take her too long to drop to her knees and start licking the glorious cock from base to top and back again. The tip of her tongue moved up and down the length of his cock in a way that she knew would arouse and torment him to no end. Slow, probing, circular motions turned his cock into a glistening rod. Eventually she wrapped her lips around his shaft and took him as deep as she could manage in one gulp. Tremaine was gripping the work bench behind him and his fingernails scraped the bottom of the wooden surface.<strong>“Oh fuck yes… you little freak!”</strong>he called out, his voice already raw with excitement. Her head bobbed up and down his length for a few torturous pumps, her tight throat tormenting his engulfed member. Eventually he pulled her off his length.<strong>“Stop… fucking… stop… you’re going to make me cum already…”</strong><br/><br/>She grinned up at him and rose to her feet. With her arms wrapped around his neck, she hoisted her weight up and wrapped two legs around his waist. Two strong hands supported her buttocks and she let go off his neck with her right hand to guide his cock to her dripping gash. She moaned loudly as Tremaine impatiently invaded her flesh. She bit her lip as the thick rod parted her lips and stretched her walls to the limit. A few swift pumps had all but an inch or two of his black cock up her snatch. She could feel his breath on her skin as she rested her head on his shoulder. Using her arms around his neck, she helped him lift her weight up and down on his rod as he fucked her standing up.<br/><br/>She felt his hard body pressed tightly up against hers and panted in his ear.<strong> “That’s it baby… fuck me… fuck me harder Tremaine… oh yes… Oh fuck yes… that’s the spot… mmmmmmmm”</strong>Tremaine clearly had been in need of a release. After just five minutes of rutting, she heard a loud moan through his clenched teeth and felt his seed spill up her pussy. It was a huge load and he kept on fucking her all through his orgasm. Soon her inner thighs were coated with his warm seed, but still he kept on pumping into her, until the last drop was squeezed out. She could feel his member gently softening inside of her and she pulled her own body off his length. A huge gulp of goo came out as she broke off their connection and got back to her feet. Tremaine’s muscular frame was covered in a soft sheen of sweat. She got to her tipy-toes and pressed a kiss onto his lips, and then gathered her things after wiping some off the mess off her thighs with a rag.<strong>“Thanks for that baby, I really needed the distraction.”</strong>With another teasing wink, she was at the door and then out of the shack completely. During the entire walk back to her room she felt a silly smile on her face, caused by the pleasant tingle in her nether regions.<br/>