Helping Out

I couldn’t help myself from laughing as his cock sprung free. When I intruded on him, I hadn’t actually caught a glimpse of his member. But now that I was face to face with it, I was a little shocked to see he was uncircumcised. None of the boys I’d been with before were uncircumcised.

I wrapped my fingers around it, watching intently as his foreskin slid back and forth over the tip of his dick. I was mesmerized, only drawn out of it by the sound of the gardener’s groans. I kissed the tip, curious I ran my tongue under his foreskin. He moaned out, saying something in Spanish.

“I’m sorry for all the pain my mom’s caused you, I hope this makes up for it,” I said, resting my lips against the tip as I smiled.

He kept a tight grip on the shovel, his free hand wiped the sweat from his brow. He groaned as I slipped my lips around his cock, his head resting against my tongue. I wondered if he was still thinking of my mother, or had she left his mind completely.

He looked so powerful, the big strong head gardener, and yet he was powerless to me. It reminded me of the same way my mother held her power over him. But whereas Mom’s power left him feeling awful and angry, I hoped to leave him in bliss and ecstasy.

I bobbed my head, twisting my hand. His shaft slid over my tongue, my lips gripping his skin. I gagged myself pushing his cock into the back of my mouth. I pulled back, strings of saliva dangled between us. “Do you like that?” I asked, with a smile catching a breath.

“Sí, Señorita Martin,” he sighed.

“And what about these?” I bit my lip, reaching down to pull aside the cups of my bikini. My perky tits on full display to the strong Latino. He groaned, his cock twitching in my face. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I teased before bringing his member back to my mouth.

I kissed down his shaft, bringing me to his balls. I sucked on them, stroking his shaft. He muttered some more in Spanish, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft. I sneaked my hand into my bikini bottoms, my sex was already wet with arousal.

I teased my folds, alongside my teasing of his cock. Our pleasure built together. My fingers swirled around my clit, mimicking the motion of my tongue over his tip. I pumped away with my hand, attempting to milk Jesús.

His cock slid through my mouth, I slowly pushed him further and further, his cock slipping into my throat. I moaned around his cock, my own pleasure building at my own hand.

Jesús moaned alongside me, and his hand moved to my head. Was he about to take me? Use his big strong hands to **** his cock deep within my throat, to fuck my face. I gagged a little, forcing me to retreat. When I pulled back, he realized he had placed his hand on my head, pulling it from my blonde locks.

I managed to grab his wrist, stopping his retreat. My breathing was rough as I took in deep breaths. “It’s okay,” I said, placing his hand back on my head. “Take out all your frustration with my mother on me, use me,” I said, kissing the tip of his cock. Chills ran up my spine as I anticipated his next move. Would he actually go through with it?

I flinched as the shovel clanged against the floor. His other hand grabbed the side of my head, I opened my mouth mentally preparing myself for it. He paused, perhaps questioning if he should. Not wanting him to back out, I shoved myself forward, taking him deep into my mouth.

He groaned but the message seemed to be received. His grip on my head solidified, his confidence rising. He thrust forward, his cock jabbed against the back of my throat. I gagged, and he pulled back a second before pushing forward once again. His cock managed to push into my throat, my nose pressed against his groin.

I gagged around the throbbing cock in my mouth, my fingers frantically rubbing at my own throbbing sex. His thrusts grew faster, my gagging intensified as he continued. I finally pressed my palms against his thighs, needing to breathe. Luckily, he relented for a moment, allowing me the chance to take in more air. Globs of saliva were running down my chin, dripping over my bare chest and thighs.

His own chest was heaving as he stared down at me, waiting for me to be ready for more. I gulped, my sex quivering under the touch of my fingers. I pressed my lips back to his spit soaked tip, my breathing not quite regulated but I was ready. With a slight nod, I felt his calloused hands on my head once again.

The pace picked up where he left off, his cock sliding in and out of my throat. My eyes were watering as a few tears rolled down my cheeks. My own orgasm was approaching fast, and if the throbbing of his cock told me anything so was his.

I was pushed over the edge, my body contracting in pleasure. I shook in a powerful climax, and my moans brought Jesús along with me. He slammed deep into me, my gags and moans coaxed out his orgasm. His cock twitched as his cum drained into my throat. I tried swallowing but the gagging pushed his salty load back into my mouth.

He gave a final thrust before releasing his hold on my head. I fell back on my heels, coughing up a mix of cum and saliva. “Feel better?” I laughed.

“Sí, Señorita Martin. I, I, gracias.”

I smiled, about to say something when we heard my mother’s voice. “JESÚS!” Unlike with Delja, she knew how to pronounce his name, probably due to an unwillingness to call him Jesus.

He stiffened at the sound of her call. “You’re fine,” I told him, tucking his softening cock back into his pants. “Go before she gets mad.” He darted for the door, looking back at me still kneeling on the floor. I must’ve looked a mess, tears, spit, and cum everywhere. “Go,” I laughed. He left to go find my mother.

I pulled my bikini back into place, and rested for a second against the wall. My body was still reeling from my orgasm, not to mention the face fucking. There was a rag on the floor next to me. It was stained, black from oil, green from grass, knowing that he came in here often I wondered if it would be crusty with his spent seed. I wiped away most of the mess, before tossing aside the soiled rag.

When I stepped outside, I saw Jesús bent over a flower bed, performing whatever task Mom had given him. In the sunlight, I could still see the mess on my chest, and no telling what my face looked like. I quickly darted for the pool, “CANNONBALL!”

“Honestly, Clair! What is your problem?” Mom scolded me as I resurfaced. She was sat upright, water dripping off her. I saw Jesús chuckling as he looked over at us. Lucky for him, she didn’t notice, instead her ire was focused on me.