1. A Bunny In The Garden


    Date: 5/23/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    favorites. It didn’t need much concentration, so I could let my mind wander towards more stimulating topics, and each time I bent forward, the slightly scratchy crotch area of the green overall I wore rubbed pleasantly against my plum. Soon, I was lost in naughty images of hunky men pushing their stiff organs into my throbbing snatch, while my fingers dug in the dirt and pulled out weeds without conscious thought. The sun had already risen above the trees and promised a hot day. My own heat rose equally, and I couldn’t wait to hear the tires of Mrs. Greenberg’s car announce her departure. She always left at nine and came back in the afternoon, I had been told, and as she lived alone, I wouldn’t have to worry about curious eyes. I waited for a half hour, just in case she had forgotten something, before I took my first break. My t-shirt was already getting sweaty, so I opened the overall’s suspenders and slipped it off, then closed them again and wiggled my upper body, grinning when my nipples rubbed against the rough fabric. I sat down on the reclining chair in front of the wooden table, slipped off my shoes and put my legs up left and right of my laptop. This was my favorite position for reading smut, one hand extended and scrolling through the text, the other dancing between my splayed thighs inside my pants. The first story was already an intriguing one of a woman who had sex with a stranger on a crowded train that had broken down. It built up brilliantly, just like the ...
    wetness and heat inside my pussy did, and soon my fingers danced through my folds and I sighed dreamily. Just as the naughty woman in the story got near her release, I felt my own edge approaching. A loud click ripped me from my delicious play, and I looked up, frozen, wide-eyed, and started to blush all over. “Mrs. Greenberg!” I gasped and hurriedly extricated my hand from inside my working pants. I hadn’t noticed her approach at all, but there she was, looking furious and holding an expensive camera in my hand. She was now wearing a dark green dress that showed that, despite her age, she still had a good figure, and the intricate lacing covering her cleavage all the way up to a tight collar made her look imposing and classy. “Shit,” I mumbled and wilted under her stare. “So this is what I pay you for?” she hissed. “Did you really think I wouldn’t check up on you?” “I - I’m sorry!” I gasped. “Allie, Allie, Allie. I fear sorry just isn’t good enough. What do you think your employer will have to say about such photos?” I squirmed. The three months I was working for Alfred’s gardening company were the longest I had managed to stay in one job, and I really enjoyed my work. I got to be outdoors and could set my own rhythm, and with the tips, I didn’t pay half bad. I could not afford to lose it, so I resigned myself to begging. “Please! Please don’t show them, Mrs. Greenberg! I promise it won’t happen again!” “About that…” She stepped behind me, and not being able to see her made me ...
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