A Big Pay Out

I paused outside the shed. What would I find inside? Would he be waiting for me? Expecting me? Or would he already be taking matters into his own hands? I bit my lip as I entered the shed.

There he was leaning against the work bench. He was waiting for me, I wondered how long he would’ve waited. It didn’t matter, I was here, he was here. I crossed the room, standing in front of him, I caressed his biceps. My hand resting against his chest, I could smell the musk of sweat on him from working all morning.

I brushed my hand against the front of his jeans. His cock already hard beneath my palm. I gasped as he turned us, pinning me between him and the work bench. He was so close, blocking out everything, the entire world in that moment was just Jesús. He reached down, lifting me by my thighs onto the workbench.

Before I could say anything, his lips were on mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, his passion burned through me. The work bench wobbled under me as Jesús thrust at me. I pulled at his pants, trying to free him as quickly as possible. Never breaking our kiss, his hands were everywhere, his calloused hands brushing against my bared skin. My bikini top pulled aside, he cupped my breasts. With a final tug, his pants dropped to the ground. My hands were free to grab his cock.

He groaned as I massaged his erection. He pulled me in tighter, his cock rubbing against my stomach with each of his urgent thrusts. “Fuck me,” I told him. I felt my bikini bottoms being pulled at, as Jesús buried his face in my neck. I moaned his name, lifting my hips freeing my bottoms from beneath me.

The brush of his rough hand against my sex sent shivers up my spine. My body was hungry for more, I needed him. I pulled his shirt over his head, running my fingers across his chest. “Señorita Martin,” he huffed.

I guided his cock, feeling it pressed against the folds of my entrance. I hugged him tight as his cock slid into me. I reveled in the fullness the gardener’s dick provided. The work bench wobbled, tools clanging, with each of his powerful thrusts. He grunted as he roughly slammed into me.

I wrapped my legs around his back, digging my nails into his strong back. His hands dug into the flesh of my ass, as he lifted me off the work bench. I hung on as he held me in the air, his hands guiding me as he fucked me with all his might. Our groans and grunts filled the shed. There was a part of me that wondered if anyone could hear us, but I wasn’t about to stop.

Everything felt right, that moment of being fucked. I buried my face in his shoulder, my pleasure building as his cock filled me again and again. I could barely think straight as he started walking across the shed. He lowered us onto a pile of burlap sacks, I wasn’t quite sure what was in them but they were soft under me.

With his hands free, he gripped my hair tugging my head back. I gasped as he plunged into me, nibbling at my exposed neck. His mouth moving lower, until he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, lighting teasing the nub with his teeth. Electricity coursed through me, my whole body about to explode.

My body shook as the rough pounding pushed me over the edge. “I’m cumming,” I moaned into the air, Jesús’s hand keeping my head pulled back. My body contracting around his cock. He kept pushing into me, fucking through my orgasm.

I didn’t catch what he said as he started grunting in Spanish, but I figured it out when he pulled out, stroking his cock. He sprayed his cum against my stomach, jet after jet drew lines across my torso.

He fell backwards, slowly stroking his spent member. The both of us were breathing heavy, exhausted. “Gracias, Señorita Martin. It was so good,” he breathed, laying back against the wall.

“Yeah, it was,” I giggled. I drew my finger through a line of jizz, licking it off after. Jesús groaned watching. “But hey you can’t be pissing of my mom on purpose, she will fire you,” I warned.

“Sí,” he huffed, watching me intently. I wanted to stay laying there, perhaps waiting for the handsome gardener to take me again. But we could never know when my mother would come looking for either of us. It would be best if I left. On shaky legs, I retrieved my bikini bottoms from across the shed. Using the same soiled rag from the other day, I wiped away the evidence of our sexual encounter. A quick brush of my fingers through my hair, and readjusting my top, I was ready to reenter the world.