"It is you that is pushing me inside, my sweet,” he informed me, “If you want me to stop, all you have to do is take your hand away."
My fingers pressed him deeper and a groan escaped my throat.
"Tell me what you want,” he provoked again.
This time, I could not take the teasing and shoved him in as deeply into my pussy as I could get him. His plastic balls hit my ass.
"Fuck my cunt,” I hissed, “Make me come."
"Oh yes, my love,” he said as he began to jack-hammer the pink wet folds, “I will fuck your sweet cunt with pleasure."
He moved in and out in a continuous thrusting motion, now shoving his rigid hard-on fully inside my wet flesh. He was relentless, never stopping or slowing, and groan after groan began to leave my throat. I could feel him smile. He began pounding my pussy and the reaction was immediate. I could hardly get my breath and my head was spiraling. I loved being his dirty little slut.
"Stroke your clit while I fuck your cunt,” he whispered, “I want to feel you come all around me."
The fingers of my left hand went to my swollen little button as Ramone shoved himself all the way up inside me, and the orgasm that followed was the hardest I had ever experienced in my life. I threw my head back and moaned, praying that I had not been heard outside the room.
The eruption left me exhausted and breathless and I let my hands fall to my sides. Ramone stayed inside me for a moment then began to slip out with each contraction of my pubic muscles. At long last, his cock head emerged from my body and he lay quietly between my thighs.
"Che'rie?” he whispered.
"Yes, Ramone?"
"I'm cold."
I smiled and reached between my legs to pick him up.
"Lick your juices off of me, please,” he begged.
I began to suck, tasting my cum on his shiny little body. He purred softly as I cleaned him with my tongue.
"Che'rie?” he whispered again.
"Yes, Ramone?"
"May I sleep with you tonight instead of going back into the nightstand drawer?
I smiled.
"If you promise to behave and let me get some sleep."
He wiggled happily in my hands and came to rest between my shoulder and the pillow.
"Since you are the one that controls what I do, my love,” he said quietly as he snuggled against my neck, “it will be totally up to you."
A dreamy smile crossed my face. I had a feeling I was in for an all-nighter.
I loved working outdoors. I loved everything about it … the sun, the fresh air, watching the things I plant grow, flourish, and make their surroundings more beautiful. Being outdoors kept me in good physical shape too and the lonely, neglected wives in the ritzy neighborhoods I sometimes worked in seemed to appreciate it.
It was like that as I worked in the backyard of Mrs. Simmons's house. I had worked for Mrs. Simmons before and had caught her checking out my biceps and my ass. She had tried to be inconspicuous, but hey, the ladies know a nice hunk of man when they see one.
Mrs. Simmons was a blonde bombshell; built like a brick icehouse, with the most incredible set of C-cups you had ever seen, not to mention that fine, round ass. She looked good whether she was coming towards you or walking away.
As I put down some new sod in the corners of the privacy fenced-in area by the swimming pool, Mrs. Simmons came out on the deck. When I looked up, I thought my eyes would have a coronary. There she was, this astonishing beautiful woman, dressed in one of the skimpiest yellow and white string bikinis I had ever seen. She looked over her sunglasses and waved at me, her boobies jiggling under the two-inch triangle material of her top.
"Hi Jimmy,” she called out, “the yard is looking real nice."
"Thanks, Mrs. Simmons,” I replied and doing my best to keep my dick from jumping up to say hi too, “all in a day's work."
"I'm going to make some lemonade. Would you like some?"
"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, Mrs. Simmons."
She went back inside through the glass door and I watched her fine ass sway from left to right with every step. Watching her walk was just like watching a Barbie doll come to life. She returned a few minutes later with a pitcher and two glasses of ice and put them on the patio table.
"Come get it before the ice melts,” she called out.
I stood up from my kneeling position on the ground and looked her over again. Damn, that bitch was gorgeous. I was almost afraid to get too close, thinking that the heat from that body might make my dick melt. She was pouring the glasses as I washed my hands off under the garden hose and then walked up to the table.
"I hope you don't mind me being a bit dirty,” I said.
"Nonsense,” she replied, “everything here is washable.” She smiled and then exhaled a breathy “and I mean everything."
I sat down in a folding chair under the umbrella table and took a few big gulps of my drink. She sat on the chaise lounge chair across from me and sipped hers, her eyes roaming over me carefully.
"Are you hungry, Jimmy?” she asked. “Can I fix you something to eat?"
"No ma'am, I'm fine, thank you,” I replied. “I was just getting a little thirsty, that's all."
"Well, you are doing a fine job in the yard,” she told me. “You always make my yard look so pretty."
I watched her mouth as she talked. Her lips were so full and wide that she could probably get them around a foot long horse dick.
"I'm glad you're pleased, ma'am. It's something I enjoy doing."
I could hardly take my eyes off her tits. She had one of those deep well-types of cleavages, so deep you could put a cup of coffee in there to keep the coffee warm and still have room to heat a pop tart.
She finished her drink and put the glass on the table.
"I wonder if I might ask a favor of you,” she began.
"Let me guess,” I teased her, knowing how many times she had changed her mind about the yard, “you decided against the tulips in the corners and want to go back to the roses."
She giggled.
"No, I'd like to stay with the tulips."