The Lady of the Estate Wanted More Than a Groundskeeper

Nadir had crossed the sea three years earlier and had survived as best he could on the streets of Valencia ever since. He was twenty-four, with a smile that escaped him even on the worst days and a debt that grew faster than he could work. The people who had given him a roof when he arrived were the same ones who kept him trapped: they supplied the merchandise, charged him for lodging, and deducted everything down to the air he breathed. Selling fake T-shirts along the seafront was not enough to climb out of that pit. He dreamed of finding something else, anything that did not depend on them, but he did not even know where to begin.

One afternoon, the warning reached him too late. By the time he tried to gather up his blanket and run, the police had already surrounded him. They confiscated everything, which meant more debt, more chains. They put him in a cell with five other men, and there he remained, curled up in a corner, until he heard his name.

—Come on, we don’t have all afternoon —the officer said.

They took him to a small room with a table and two chairs facing each other.

—Sit there and wait.

Nadir obeyed. A short while later, a woman entered, and for an instant he forgot his fear. She was in her mid-to-late forties, dressed with an elegance that did not belong in that place: a light-colored suit, dark hair half pulled back, a figure that time had treated kindly. She moved like someone accustomed to being watched.

—Good morning, Nadir. My name is Elena. I’m your lawyer.

—No, please —he hurried to say—. I’d rather go to prison than owe those people another favor. I could never pay it back.

—Relax. Nobody gives me orders. I belong to an association that helps detainees without lawyers. It won’t cost you a cent. This is just a formality; you’ll be out in a little while. —She looked at him with a curiosity he could not decipher—. Tell me, where are you from?

Nadir told her everything: the crossing in a boat that had nearly sunk, the address he had been given back home with promises of a job, the expired T-shirts, the outrageously expensive boardinghouse, the debt that never went down. Elena listened with her chin resting on her hand, but she was not paying attention only to his words. She studied his mouth, his large hands, the line of his shoulders beneath the worn T-shirt. While he spoke, she was already somewhere else.

This boy could be mine. Whenever I wanted, however I wanted. With that cock you can make out beneath his trousers, I’d fuck him right here on the table.

She had an inherited estate inland, one she had not set foot on for months. The garden was wild, the pool green, the house closing in on itself. Nobody went there. Nobody would ask questions.

—Look —she said, suddenly sitting straighter—, you’ve had a stroke of luck. I have a country house and need someone to look after it. I’ll give you room and a thousand euros a month if you take care of the garden, the pool, and the maintenance. What do you say?

Nadir looked at her as if he did not understand the language. Real work. A roof that did not belong to the mafia. He might even be able to send money home.

—Of course, ma’am. I’ll take care of everything. I’m very grateful.

—Then let’s sort out your situation and you can come with me. I’ll take you there today.

—And my clothes, ma’am?

—I’ll take care of that.

***

Elena handled the paperwork with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times and led him to her car. Before leaving the city, they stopped at a department store. She bought him shirts, trousers, a decent pair of shoes, and work clothes for the country as well. She sent him into the fitting room with the whole bundle.

Then she did something she would not have admitted even to herself: she stayed beside the curtain, pretending to inspect a rack while spying through the gap.

Nadir took off his T-shirt first. His back was broad, his chest defined by carrying boxes and sleeping badly. Then he lowered his trousers. He was wearing nothing underneath. Elena had to step away from the curtain and bite the back of her hand to stop herself from drawing a sharp breath. Between the boy’s legs hung a dark, thick cock, long even when soft, with a broad glans and generous balls that swung as he moved. The boy was endowed in a way that hardly seemed fair—and he was not even aroused.

Good God. And that’s him at rest. When he gets hard, it won’t fit in my mouth. My pussy’s getting wet just looking at him.

She felt her panties soak through right there in the men’s department and had to press her thighs together to calm the throbbing between her legs. She remembered, despite herself, what her friend Cristina had told her years earlier, after a trip to Cuba, about the enormous cocks she would never get to try again. Elena thought life had just placed exactly that in front of her, along with a boyish smile that made everything more dangerous. She gathered up the clothes, waited for him to emerge wearing his usual smile, and, her heart racing like a teenager’s, drove toward the estate.

***

The house stood at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by several hectares of almond trees and scrubland. Nadir’s mouth fell open when he saw the expanse. Elena showed him the pool, explained how to heat the water and keep it clean, and showed him the tool shed and the small machine for collecting pruned branches. He nodded at everything, happier than he could remember being in years.

—Thank you very much, ma’am. I promise everything will be just the way you like it.

—I don’t doubt it. Have the pool ready for the weekend. I’ll bring you food. Now I have to go; I’ll see you Friday night.

She said goodbye with a handshake that lasted far too long. On the way back to the city, Elena could not concentrate on the road. The image from the fitting room played over and over in her mind, that heavy cock hanging there, and she was already imagining how it would feel inside her hand, inside her mouth, inside her pussy. She reached her garage breathing hard, her panties a filthy mess, and went straight into the shower. She tore off her clothes, let the water run down her back, and braced one hand against the tiles. The other descended on its own, making its way between the soaked folds of her sex to find her swollen, pulsing clitoris. She rubbed it in fast, merciless circles while pushing two fingers into her pussy and imagining it was the boy’s shaft splitting her open. It took almost no time. She came thinking of him, biting her lip so she would not scream his name—and screamed it anyway, the spray of water drowning out her voice.

—Nadir… fuck, Nadir…

She left the shower trembling and lay down naked, with two fingers still buried between her legs, planning what she would do to the young man as soon as she had him close.

***

Thursday dragged on forever. In the afternoon, she met Cristina on a terrace and told her the whole story: the jail, the estate, the fitting room. Her friend listened with eyes growing wider and wider.

—But how much did you see, you bitch? Don’t be stingy.

—Cristina, I swear to God it hung down to mid-thigh, soft. Soft. Imagine it hard.

—You’re making me horny.

—Are you going to fuck him? —she asked at last, amused.

—As soon as I can —Elena replied without blinking—. I’m going to suck his cock until I forget my own name.

—And will you let me try?

—If you’re good, maybe I’ll lend him to you. —They both laughed like a pair of teenagers.

They ended up shopping. Elena bought herself a minimal swimsuit: three triangles of fabric and a few strings, the kind that covered the nipples and left half her ass bare, designed for a single pair of eyes. She did not want to look easy; she wanted to look inevitable. That night she went to bed early, reviewing every step of her plan in her head, knowing in advance that the plan would slip out of her hands the moment she had him in front of her.

***

On Friday she had three hearings in the morning, which was a blessing: work left her no time to think. She ate quickly, did the shopping, and drove to the estate while the sun was still high.

She found Nadir pruning branches, his torso bare and his skin gleaming with sweat. Every muscle stood out with the effort, and as she approached she noticed the bulge straining the light fabric of his trousers, outlining his entire cock against his thigh. Elena swallowed and forced herself to speak in a boss’s voice.

—Nadir, be a good man and take the bags out of the car and carry them to the kitchen.

—Right away, ma’am.

He passed beside her, and his eyes went to the silk blouse, where two firm nipples betrayed the fact that she was not made of ice either. His cock swelled beneath his trousers, lengthening along his thigh with no way to hide it. Elena pretended not to notice, but her mouth went dry.

—Did you heat the water as I told you?

—Yes, ma’am. It’s at twenty-seven degrees.

—Perfect. I’m going to change and get in the pool.

She put on the swimsuit in the bedroom while he put away the groceries. When she came downstairs to tell him she would be outside, Nadir froze in the middle of the kitchen, a carton of milk half stored in the refrigerator. The fabric barely covered her nipples and left almost all of her ass exposed, high and tight for her age. The heat of that mature woman, confident in every inch of her body, filled the room. His reaction was immediate and shameless: his cock became fully hard inside his trousers, pushing the fabric forward like a rod.

—Is that because of me? —she asked, tilting her head and staring openly at the bulge.

—Yes, ma’am. Sorry. It’s just that you’re… very beautiful.

—Don’t apologize for having a hard-on, son. It’s a compliment.

Elena smiled, turned around slowly so he could take in the full image of her ass swaying beneath the fabric triangles, and disappeared toward the garden. Nadir was left alone, pressing himself against the counter, feeling his cock throb against the cold ceramic, desperately wanting something he still did not dare ask for.

***

She swam for quite a while, grateful for the coolness, and then stretched out in the sun. After half an hour, with no one nearby, she untied her top and closed her eyes. Her breasts spilled to either side, white where the sun had not reached, their nipples dark and still hard from the accumulated arousal. The fatigue of the week overcame her, and she fell asleep on the lounge chair.

When Nadir returned from the estate and saw her like that, asleep and uncovered, he stopped dead at the edge of the grass. Her round breasts rose and fell with her breathing, the curve of her waist showed, and the tiny triangle between her legs let dark, neatly trimmed hair escape at the sides. He did not dare touch her. He moved into the shade of a large tree, lowered his trousers to his knees, and pulled out his cock, thick and dark, already dripping from the tip. He gripped it in his right hand and began to hammer it while staring at the lady’s nipples, imagining sucking them, biting them, burying his face between her tits. He came in three strokes, clenching his teeth to keep from moaning, shooting a thick load against the tree trunk, jet after jet, until he was breathless. He cleaned himself with leaves, watching to make sure she did not wake, and went back to the house with his heart in his throat and guilt on his heels.

Elena woke in the coolness of the afternoon. She entered the house wrapped in her towel and, passing the guest bathroom, was stopped short by the half-open door. Nadir was under the shower, facing away, head bowed, one hand occupied, moving rhythmically in front of him. He was jerking off again, surrendering to everything he had been holding back all week. He did not see her.

In one stroke, Elena forgot the entire plan, all her strategy about not seeming easy. She pushed the door open without saying a word, let the towel fall to the floor, and stood naked for a moment watching him. His broad back, his tight ass tensing with every stroke, his dark balls swinging between his legs. She knelt on the wet tiles in front of him and gently moved his hand away.

—Let me, son. Let me do that for you.

Nadir’s eyes flew open and he let out a hoarse grunt. He could not believe it. He looked down and saw the lady kneeling there naked, her tits exposed, his cock barely a foot from her face. His shaft was enormous and red, the main vein standing out from side to side, the glans swollen and purple. Elena wrapped her hand around it and could not even close her fingers completely. She studied it up close, almost reverently, and licked the tip with a flat tongue, savoring the thick drop that appeared.

—Fuck, what a beautiful cock you have —she murmured, more to herself—. What a gift.

And she put it in her mouth. Slowly at first, opening her lips wide to take the glans, pushing herself forward to swallow more and more. She took half of it, then a little more, until it reached the back of her throat and she had to pull back to breathe. A strand of saliva hung from her chin. She took it again, this time with more appetite, sucking it with her whole mouth, moving her head up and down while her hand worked what would not fit and her other hand caressed his balls, weighing them in her palm.

Nadir braced one trembling hand against the tiled wall and placed the other carefully on the back of her head. He did not dare push. Elena set the pace, demanding, unhurried but relentless, while warm water fell over them both, sliding down her breasts and mingling with her saliva on his cock.

—That’s it… ma’am —he stammered—. Don’t stop, please. You’re going to suck it all, fuck…

—Every last inch, son —she replied, releasing him for a moment, her lips shining—. And you’re going to fill my mouth. Not a drop gets wasted. Do you hear me?

—Yes, ma’am. Yes…

She returned to the attack. She licked the vein underneath, from his balls to the tip, then went all the way down and sucked his testicles one by one, taking each carefully into her mouth while her hand pumped his cock up and down, fast. Nadir moaned helplessly. She returned to the glans, wrapped her lips around it, and swallowed him to the base, fighting her gag reflex, feeling the tip touch her uvula. Her eyes filled with tears, but she did not pull away.

When she felt he was at the limit, when she felt his balls draw tight and his cock swell even more, she looked up at him without releasing him, his cock buried in her throat, and that was enough. Nadir let go with a long moan, his knees nearly giving way. The first jet filled her mouth, thick and hot; she swallowed without stopping her sucking. The second escaped from the corner of her mouth. She received the next ones on her tongue, pulling his cock out only so he could come over her lips, chin, and breasts. Jet after jet, until he was empty and panting.

Elena ran two fingers over her chest, gathered a drop of semen, and carried it to her mouth. She sucked it off slowly while looking him in the eyes.

—This is much better —she said, getting up, her nipples erect and her cheeks flushed—. And it’s only the beginning. I hope you have more of that stored up, son, because you’re going to spend the entire weekend coming inside me.

—As many as you want, ma’am.

***

They ate little. Still dazed, he prepared a simple dish from his homeland, and they ate almost in silence, exchanging looks that said more than any conversation. She ate naked, her tits resting on the table, and his cock was hard again before the second bite. When they finished, Elena set the cutlery aside.

—I really liked what you did in the shower —she said, sucking one finger—. But now it’s my turn. You’re going to eat my pussy until I beg for mercy.

—It will be my pleasure, ma’am.

She walked to the wingback chair in the living room, sat down, and raised each leg onto an armrest, spreading herself open like a living obscenity. Her pussy gleamed, swollen, her lips parted and her clitoris already showing through the trimmed hair. Nadir knelt between her thighs and stared at her up close, his mouth dry.

—Don’t just stare at it, son. Put your tongue in.

He started at her ankles, moving his tongue up the inner side of one leg until he almost brushed her sex, then going down the other. He went up and down again and again, breathing very close without touching her, while she writhed and pushed her hips toward him impatiently.

—At last, someone who knows how to take his time —she murmured—. But if you don’t put it in me now, you’re getting thrown out of this chair, you bastard.

He laughed against her skin and finally gave her what she needed. He ran his whole tongue along her slit from bottom to top, gathering the thick juices spilling from her, and stopped at her clitoris. He sucked it slowly, his lips wrapping completely around it, while two fingers slipped into her pussy and began pumping in and out. Elena arched her back and let out a howl that came from deep in her belly.

—Oh, son… yes, like that, keep going…

Nadir learned quickly. He changed his tongue to quick, flat movements over her clitoris, then circles, then sucked it again. He added a third finger, curling them upward in search of the rough spot that made her jerk. When he found it, he did not let go. Her legs began to tremble; she squeezed her thighs against his ears and buried her fingers in his hair.

—Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m coming, I’m coming, fuck, I’m coming…

A long, brutal orgasm washed over her and shook her whole body. She gushed over the boy’s hand, his mouth, and the seat of the chair. Nadir kept licking her without releasing her, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until she had to push his head away with both hands because she could not take any more.

—My God… —she panted, laughing and trembling at once—. That’s never happened to me. Never. You made me squirt, you bastard.

Nadir looked up at her, his chin shining, and smiled.

—You taste very good, ma’am.

He lifted her into his arms, still weak, and carried her to the bedroom. He made as if to leave so she could rest, but she grabbed him by the wrist.

—Where do you think you’re going? You still haven’t put that cock inside me. And I’m not getting out of this bed until you drive it all the way in.

He climbed back onto the bed with a wolfish smile. He took a pillow from the headboard and placed it beneath her hips, a detail she did not know but understood immediately: her pussy was raised and offered at exactly the right angle. Nadir knelt between her legs and gripped his cock at the base. It was hard again, dark red, pointing toward the ceiling. He rubbed it along her slit, up and down, coating it with her juices, then pressed it against the entrance to her pussy.

—Put it in already. Don’t be cruel.

He entered her very slowly, millimeter by millimeter, giving her time to adjust. Elena opened her mouth wide, but no voice came out. She felt herself opening, felt herself splitting in two. Never in her life had anything that size entered her. The shaft advanced and advanced, stretching her from within and pressing against every wall, until he gave one final thrust and was flush against her pubic bone, balls-deep.

—Fuck… it’s all the way in, ma’am.

—Oh, God… you reach my throat… don’t move yet. Let me get used to you…

He stayed still, braced on his forearms, looking at her from close by. She began breathing deeply, adjusting her hips, squeezing his cock with her pussy to feel it better. After a minute, she dug her heels into his ass.

—Now —she demanded—. Give it to me hard. Don’t hold back. Fuck me as if I’d paid you to fuck me.

And he did not hold back. He gripped her hips and began moving with force. He withdrew almost completely, to the glans, then drove back in with a sharp thrust that shook her breasts and tore a moan from her. Their bodies slapped together, the bed creaked, and the room filled with the wet sound of fucking. Elena scratched his back, bit his neck, and screamed obscenities into his ear.

—That’s it, son, give me all of it, wreck my pussy, harder, harder…

Nadir read her moans, knowing when to push and when to ease off. He lifted her legs over his shoulders, leaned forward, and fucked her folded in half, his cock entering at a new angle that rubbed exactly where it needed to. Elena came again, a short, sharp orgasm that made her scream. Before she could recover, he pulled her off the bed.

—Get on all fours, ma’am.

—Oh, God…

He turned her around and put her on all fours at the edge of the mattress. He positioned himself behind her, grabbed her ass with both hands, and spread her cheeks. He spat into his palm, coated his cock, and thrust it back into her brutally. Elena buried her face in the pillow to muffle her howl.

Nadir began pumping hard, holding her by the hips, pulling her hair with one hand and giving her an occasional smack on the ass with the other. His cock slid in and out, dripping and gleaming, setting a rhythm that climbed higher and higher. Elena, who had spent too long being the one in charge everywhere, surrendered completely, grateful not to have to decide anything. She only had to offer her ass and receive.

—Keep going, keep going, keep going, don’t stop…

—I’m going to come, ma’am…

—Inside. Come inside. Fill my pussy to the brim.

He sped up, clenched his teeth, and buried his cock to the hilt while emptying himself inside her. She felt the hot jets striking against her cervix and came again, squeezing his cock with her walls and milking him of every last drop. When Nadir pulled out, a thick thread of semen mixed with her juices ran down the inside of her thigh.

Her orgasms followed one after another, because they did not stop there. They showered, ate something, and returned to bed. He fucked her again on her side, with one of her legs in the air. Then standing up against the doorframe, with her hanging in his arms. And once more with Elena on top, riding him slowly, taking his cock completely into her pussy. At dawn she lay spent across the sheets, her hair disheveled, her breasts marked by his hands, and the insides of her thighs sticky.

—You’ve destroyed me —she murmured into the pillow, with a crooked smile—. You fucked me like no one ever has. And I’m not going to fire you for it.

Nadir dropped down beside her, hugged her from behind, slid his still half-hard cock between her buttocks, and they both fell asleep almost at once, exhausted.

***

The weekend was long and hot, and few corners of the estate remained unexplored. They fucked in the pool, with her hanging from the edge while he entered her from behind, shaking her ass beneath the water. They fucked in the kitchen, her panties pushed aside and her tits pressed against the cold marble. They fucked in the garden hammock, in the sun, with Elena astride him, taking his entire cock and moving slowly while the cicadas sang. She taught him to lick her ass, to slip a finger into her asshole while eating her pussy from the front, and to come on her face. He learned quickly.

On Sunday, as late as she could manage, Elena reluctantly got dressed and looked for the car keys. She had trouble walking. Her pussy was raw, her nipples sore, and her jaw stiff from so many blowjobs. She had not felt this good in twenty years. Before getting into the car, she turned toward him. He was saying goodbye at the door, his half-hard cock outlined beneath his shorts.

—Keep the water hot —she told him, recovering her boss’s voice, though her eyes betrayed her—. And keep that cock hot for me, too. Next weekend I’ll bring a friend. I’ve told her a lot about you, and about this —she gave the bulge an affectionate pat—. She’ll want to try. And you’re going to behave very well with both of us, aren’t you?

—With both of you, ma’am. As many times as necessary.

Elena smiled at him, put on her sunglasses, and drove away. Nadir smiled and watched her disappear down the dirt road. Three years after crossing the sea, he finally had a roof of his own, a salary, and, apparently, a schedule that was becoming complicated in the best possible way. He stood watching the cloud of dust behind the car and thought that, for once, luck owed him something—and had decided to pay it all at once.