SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E20)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“Murderous Urge”
(Omni-pov)
In the northern part of Ontario, Canada, it was slightly sunny, busy, and just as lively as any other part of the country. Birds flew across the sky, car horns echoed through the city, and a crowd of people from various races and appearances moved back and forth. Airplanes and helicopters could also be seen flying overhead, along with towers and buildings that stretched high into the sky.
On a beautiful island stood a large mansion, gracefully surrounded by lush grass and neatly trimmed bushes. A few meters in front of the mansion, at the center of the compound, a water fountain built into the ground continuously flowed. At first glance, it might seem like the water is being wasted, but it’s actually a modern work of art, carefully designed to blend beauty with function.
Between the clean bushes outside the mansion is a narrow driveway that leads into the compound, long and clear—so quiet that not a single sound could be heard, a testament to the place’s meticulous upkeep. At the entrance stood tall Hambledon wrought iron gates, making the compound visible from the road. A G-Wagon was being driven swiftly through the driveway.
Upon reaching the gate, the car slowed down as the fancy gate automatically and slowly opened just enough for the car to enter before fully opening, then it closed automatically behind it. Before that could even happen, the G-Wagon had already turned around the water fountain and parked sideways in front of the mansion, between the fountain and the wide stairs leading into the building. There was a bit of space between the right side of the car and the fountain, and a similar gap on the left side between the car and the stairs.
As soon as the car stopped, the front door on the driver’s side opened, and Piper leaped out energetically. She quickly moved to the back left door after gently closing the driver’s door, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of her lips. Marissa calmly stepped out of the car, examined the mansion, and exhaled deeply just as Piper, placing her hand on her axe holster, blurted something out and giggled.
Piper: Welcome home, Boss! Hahaha!
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Marissa: Ah, quite nice of you to say that, Piper. Thank you… for bringing me back to this house of frustration again. If only you knew how badly I want to leave this place right now.
Marissa answered regretfully, giving her a stern look that quickly wiped the smile off Piper’s face, replacing it with a questioning expression and raised brows. Marissa darted her eyes away and sighed, then looked back at Piper and asked.
Marissa: It’s not a big surprise to me when you give me that look, you know. I know that look, Piper. (Sigh) Okay, why do you think I feel frustrated being in this house right now?
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Piper: Uhh, I think Boss Daddy’s pressuring you too much.
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Marissa: Hmm, I give you that. But it’s more than just being pressured, to me. The old man thinks I’m still his little…
She paused mid-statement. Piper raised a brow and gave her a blank stare without blinking, while Marissa sighed and darted her eyes away.
Marissa: Never mind. It’s a family thing. Just take this coat off me.
Marissa demanded, turning her back towards Piper. Piper stepped closer and gently pulled the coat off her shoulders, Marissa’s hands shifting slightly backward as it slid off. Piper then draped the coat over her left forearm. After that, Marissa took a few steps away, turned around, and looked in Piper’s direction with a sneer.
Marissa: (sigh) Frustrated as I am, Piper, I’ve never felt more satisfied than I do today, after sending Camilla and her pathetic friends to the afterlife. Shame her assistant had to go down with them, but that’s what happens when you stick too close to filth. In her next life, she’ll probably not end up with another snake like Camilla. And those worthless friends of hers, always meddling in things that had nothing to do with them… they got exactly what they deserved.
Upon hearing that, Piper’s blank expression shifted into a cynical smile of pleasure and satisfaction as she also fixed her gaze in Marissa’s direction.
Marissa: (continues) And I swear, I savored every second of it—especially Willow’s death, the last one. God, I wish I could replay that look of pure shock and disbelief on her face when you slit her stomach opened and her intestines spilled out. That moment? It was nothing short of satisfying. If they’re not resting in heaven, then they’re surely burning in hell like fish on a grill.
As soon as she said that, they both burst into loud laughter—unlike anything they’d ever shared before. Marissa nearly lost her balance from laughing so hard, while Piper’s laugh sounded meaner and colder than anything else.
Marissa & Piper: Hahahahahahaha!!!
Nothing had made them laugh so hard as how Marissa ended her statement. After exhausting themselves with loud mocking laughter for a while, Marissa lowered herself, one hand on her knee and the other on her stomach. Piper leaned back against the car, now chuckling softly with the same cynical expression. Marissa said, breathing heavily from the laughter.
Marissa: Damn… I can’t believe I just said that. Well, it’s what it is. My stomach’s hurting like crazy right now. Anyway, that was one hell of a kill, Piper. Name anything you want me to do, and consider it done. Just say the word.
She praised Piper, now standing upright, and then asked. Piper jumped, arching her back playfully to the side like a child, cheering before blurting out.
Piper: Yay! Yes, I want more blood—yes, more blood! We should do that more often!
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Marissa: More blood? Haven’t you had enough already? (folds her arms) Isn’t there anything else you want besides killing, Piper?
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Piper: Yes! And blood is the only thing I want right now, Boss.
Piper answered desirously, while Marissa gave her a blank stare for a while before muttering with a sideways glance.
Marissa: Great! This one could wipe out the entire population of this country if care isn’t taken. Now, I’m starting to worry she might take my life one day—just like that.
After muttering, she walked back to Piper with her arms folded, swaying her hips from side to side as she spoke.
Marissa: Be honest with me, Piper. If you ever got the chance, would you kill me?
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Piper: What? No, Boss!
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Marissa: And why should I believe you?
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Piper: Just look at yourself, boss!
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Marissa: What’s wrong with how I look?
Marissa asked curiously, briefly glancing down at herself to see if something was wrong, then looked back at Piper.
Piper: You’re stunning, both inside and out. You just never realized it. You never saw me as just your bodyguard. You treated me like family. Yes! Family! We’ve traveled together—I’ll never forget how many countries we’ve been to. (Counts with her fingers) We’ve gone to Dubai, Europe, Scotland. We’ve even shared meals—(licks her lips) hmm, just saying that makes me hungry right now. We’ve laughed and done everything side by side. You included me in everything, just like you once did with Camilla. But she let pride and power cloud her vision. She couldn’t see how much you sacrificed to lift her up. Well, I’m not Camilla. And I’m glad we sent that arrogant bitch to the grave. You wanna know what thrilled me the most? We spilled that blood together and we savored every seconds from it–hah. Isn’t that something, Boss?
Noticing how stern Marissa’s expression was, Piper’s smile faded and was replaced by a serious look as she continued.
Piper: I might be crazy, but not crazy enough to do that. As much as I love blood, I hate betrayal even more. I’d rather kill for you than ever think of killing you, Boss.
Piper said it, dead serious, while Marissa remained silent, watching, surprised by her words. But it wasn’t just the statement that caught her off guard; it was also Piper’s reactions. Even though she had spoken with a hint of playfulness, her behavior told a different story. As much as Marissa found it hard to trust, Piper’s reactions were enough to make her believe—if she could look past the frivolous tone.
Seeing how quiet her boss was, Piper tried to speak, but Marissa interjected, darting her eyes toward her with her arms folded.
Piper: I unders…
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Marissa: Ah, you’re one hell of a talker, Piper. You know that? You should be a TV host. Just imagine the number of awards you’d win—I bet they’d surpass a thousand in a single day. That’s how good you are.
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Piper: (smile sheepishly) Hehe! Did you hear that, meat manglers?
Piper asked, patting the axes in her holster, leaving Marissa confused, her brow raised as she looked around before confronting Piper, trying to figure out who she was referring to.
Marissa: Who the hell are you talking to? Who are the meat manglers, Piper?
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Piper: Oops, I was talking to my babies in the holster. After the masterpiece they painted in blood today, I decided to name them—Meat Manglers. Fitting, huh?
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Marissa: Hmm, ‘Meat Manglers’—not a bad name for those axes. They look right at home in your holster. After all, they’re yours, so they’ve earned it… (Palms her face) You’re nuts, Piper! Making me act crazy, looking for things that aren’t there. Fuck!
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Piper: Sorry for the confusion, Boss. How about I properly introduce my axes to you now, so when I say their names next time, you don’t think I’m nuts—just in case we have another time like this?
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Marissa: Fuck it! That won’t be necessary. Anyway, I gotta go inside now. In the meantime, think of something you want me to do for you and consider it done—something other than more blood. Speaking of which, we both savored the pleasure of the bloodshed, but you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did, as far as I can tell. More blood is only for the bad ones, and we’ll serve them right when the time comes or if they cross our boundaries again. So, think of something better. Be positive for once in your life. I’m going inside now, you’re free to join me if you want.
As Marissa neared the end of her statement, Piper nodded with a small smile. Marissa turned and walked up the stairs into the mansion, her hips swaying rhythmically, but bouncily at her face, as the sound of her heels echoed with each step. Once Marissa had gone inside, Piper placed her coat on the backseat of the car and shut the door, wondering what she could possibly ask her boss for besides more spilled blood, even though her job was to protect her. She wouldn’t take the blame for having such a thought explicitly. Not only was she a bodyguard—she had been a hired killer all her life, as if she were made to kill.
As she mulled it over, she wondered if it meant a raise. Her salary was already fat and steady, with occasional extra cash whenever her boss was impressed by her work. Could it be a car? Probably not—she could afford one herself and still have plenty left over. In fact, she already enjoyed many of the privileges her boss had, thanks to their close working relationship since she was hired.
There was nothing she desired more in that moment than the spill of blood — the only thing that brought her happiness and ecstasy. She craved it like a thirsty person craves water. Her mind wandered with that craving, but before long, she pushed the thought aside and squatted down, arching her back in a way that made her backside curve out prominently. From the top of her glove pocket, she pulled out a passport. She stared at it like watching a movie, her eyes feasting upon it. Then, she gave it a soft kiss and a smile, rubbing it childishly against her cheek before slipping it back into her pocket.
In that moment, her eyes caught sight of a tall, chiseled gardener a few meters away, dressed in durable, gardening pants and a cotton-linen T-shirt, with a cap and boots. He was busy watering flowers on the left side of the mansion. Even from a distance, she watched him closely as he tended to the flowers with focused intensity, as if his life depended on them. A subtle smile crept across her lips, and she looked away. When she glanced back, he was already walking off, disappearing from sight. She said sharply to herself, her big smile replaced by a subtle, cynical smirk.
Piper: You’re not going anywhere.
Then, she tilted her neck to both sides with her hands gently, letting it release a satisfying crack that made her heaved a sigh of relief. She then knuckled her fingers, producing similar popping sounds. Afterwards, she stood up and walked in the direction the gardener had gone, moving in her natural catwalk stride, her hips swaying gracefully from side to side.
As she drifted toward the path he had taken, a quick, satisfied smile crept onto her lips when she saw him dropping the can he had used to water the flowers beside a small, beautiful apartment at the back of the house. In that moment, she felt less concerned about the gardener, as her eyes were drawn to the apartment. She was slightly taken aback—there was a small apartment behind the house that she hadn’t noticed before, not even during her previous visits with Marissa.
Soon, her train of thought disappeared when the gardener removed his cap, boots, and work pants—leaving only his shirt and tight blue underwear clinging to his waist and hips. His manhood came fully into Piper’s view just as he turned and noticed her approaching. He stopped what he was doing immediately. The gardener looked bald, beardless, with a long scar running down his face and a hardened expression. He gave Piper a look that seemed to ask, Who’s this?—a message Piper quickly picked up on. He then stood still, abandoning his clothes, his eyes fixed in her direction.
As soon as Piper reached his presence, she realized she’d been fooled by distance when she first caught sight of him. Only up close did she see just how tall the gardener really was. She had to tilt her head back to meet his towering gaze. His chiseled figure was obvious beneath the fitted shirt that clung to his body, veins visible on his biceps, and broad shoulders rising sharply beside his neck. Even his stance radiated firmness and confidence. Piper didn’t care much about all that, at least, she tried not to. Still, his height was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She barely reached his shoulder, let alone came close to matching his full height, despite the short distance between them.
Despite that, Piper couldn’t help but scan his height as she leaned against the edge of the mansion wall, legs slightly apart, posing like a model with her arms folded across her chest. She spoke flirtatiously, while the gardener stood in the same spot, scanning her short height with the same hardened expression—no smile.
Piper: What’s up, handsome?
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Gardener: (Jamaican accent) Everything irie. I mean, everything is fine. Haven’t seen you around here before. Do you live here?
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Piper: My, my, he asked if I live here? Hahaha, lovely question. But no, handsome. We’re the same. I work for the daughter of the owner of this mansion, just like you work for the owner himself. Pretty cool, right? I see you’ve been busy. Do you live alone in the apartment?
Piper questioned, gesturing toward the apartment with her chin, flashing him the same flirtatious look before biting the side of her lip. The gardener looked back.
Gardener: Temporarily, yeah! You need something?
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Piper: Nice question! Yes… May I use your toilet, please?
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Gardener: Sure, Go ahead.
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Piper: Thank you.
Piper responded, giving him a seductive look as she passed by, swaying her hips in front of his face before facing forward and entering his apartment. The gardener sneered. Moments later, he cast furtive glances to the left and right, then goes to opened the wooden door of his apartment and stepped inside as well, his hardened expression melting into a confident smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Inside the small apartment is a single, neatly arranged room—perfect for someone living alone. A comfortable bed sits in one corner, dressed in clean, simple sheets. Nearby, a flat-screen TV rests on a low stand, facing a small rug and a cozy chair. The freshly painted walls are a soft, calming color, and the wooden floor is spotless.
Along one wall, a compact kitchenette holds just the essentials. The space is quiet and tidy—minimalist but peaceful. At the front, near the wooden door, a large glass window lets in natural light, adding warmth to the cozy atmosphere.
As soon as the gardener entered, he locked the door behind him and saw Piper standing in one spot in his apartment, her back facing him. The gardener scoffed and blurted something out, tossing the door key onto a small table.
Gardener: Girl, maybe you don’t realize it yet—you’re fucking trapped now. You really expect me to believe you came here just to use my restroom? What’s your real purpose here?
In that moment, Piper turned around to face him, pulled off her red jacket, followed by her crop top, and dropped them to the floor. Her dark seamless padded push-up bra and toned-muscles came into view, not to mention her round breasts, perfectly held in the bra. Then she chuckled cynically.
Piper: Haha!!
Then she glided her left index and middle fingers, beckoning the gardener to come over with a seductive smirk. The Gardener calmly and patiently walked toward her, taking slow, deliberate steps—revealing, as he loosened his shirt buttons and took it off him, dropping it to the floor too, he then pressed his knuckles, letting them crack audibly.
Gardener: Women are overwhelming. I knew it—I knew it the moment you brought your sexy figure to me, gave me that hungry, lustful look, and started those conversations. I knew there was more behind those actions. Yes, you were up to no good.
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Piper: Hahaha! You heard that, right, Meat Manglers? He just called me sexy. (Quietly) Oh, I wish you could talk right now, baby manglers.
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Gardener: I have to say, that’s a pretty nice move, but you’re not good enough
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Piper: Then, I guess you’re smart than I think. (laughs) Hahaha!
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Gardener: No, I’m smarter than you think.
As soon as he said that, he suddenly pushed her, making her fall flat on her back on the high bed. Piper seductively and playfully put a finger between her teeth, then feasted her eyes at him, as he pulled off his underwear and tossed it aside—his soft, 4-inch manhood now exposed in front of her. Piper’s eyes widened, and she giggled with excitement, whispering dirty talk as she tried to rise from the bed, salivating.
Piper: Oh, what a mouth-watering slab of meat. I’m definitely getting a taste of that.
As she tried to rise and slide off the bed, salivating at the sight of his manhood and craving to touch and feel it, the gardener grabbed a bottle of lube from a small glass shelf near the bed. Then, with a smirk, he pushed her back onto the bed by her chest. His reaction made it clear he wasn’t interested in blow job. With aggressive precision, he gripped and turned her flat on her front. Piper bit into the bedsheet, casting a sideways glance—she hadn’t expected that. Yet despite the sudden move, a flirtatious smile crept onto her lips.
Gardener: You want your pink p-ssy to feel stretched, deep, satisfying, and full of pleasure when I pound you hard and deep—maybe even after your little mouth action. Let me save you the trouble. My lube will give you sensations beyond anything you can imagine. Besides, the man behind you doesn’t like that kind of thing. So I know exactly what you want. You don’t need to do the mouth work, baby.
He applied the lube to his phallus and began stroking it, allowing it to grow erect—stretching to a thick, vein-covered eight inches. A soft, barely audible moan escaped his lips as he stroked his slippery, oiled phallus even more. Piper said in a calm cold voice, her flirtatious look replaced by cynical smile the moment he ended his statement.
Piper: Oh, God, you have no idea what I desire.
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Gardener: Maybe. Maybe not. That’s not my problem.
Then he roughly gripped her hips, pulled her waist up, and drew her buttocks against his erect, veined phallus. She was on her knees, with her chest and face pressed flat against the bed, her back arched like figure 7, and her arms stretched above her head. The gardener quickly lifted her blue bum shorts and rolled down her dark G-string. The sight of the thin fabric stirred even more lust in him as he quickly slid it down to her thighs—her legs already spread.
With that, Piper’s cynical look didn’t fade as she bit her lip, darting her eyes. Now, her fully shaved Peek-a-boo poony came into focus, and her anus twitched uncontrollably, even letting out bursts of air. The gardener felt more aroused at the sight and stroked his phallus twice, then rubbed the entrance of her poony for a few fleeting seconds with his glan, giggling to himself like he’d just won a jackpot. Unable to hold back any longer, he impatiently inserted his phallus, filling her peek-a-boo pink poony completely with his length.
From the moment he entered her, Piper’s eyes fluttered with a heavy gasp, her mouth open in shock and pleasure. She felt his eight-inch phallus slowly sliding deeper inside her, causing her walls to twitch around him uncontrollably. The intense sensation made a soft moan escape the gardener’s lips. He shuddered slightly, gripping her waist tighter as the pleasure surged through him.
Gardener: Ahhh!!!
The sensation was too intense to slow down—not only was it incredibly good, but her poony was also tight, warm and wet. From the moment he had already inserted and began sliding in deeply, the lube on his phallus only heightened the pleasure. That added extra pleasure as he slowly went deeper and deeper, each slip of his phallus increasing the sensation. Her poony was more inviting and easier to take with the help of the lube. A big grin formed on his face, despite how tight inside her poony felt.
Until he had filled her completely with his length, making her come uncontrollably on him, her backside shuddering as he felt the sensation of her delicious orgasm. Piper howled, her eyes rolling back into her head, saliva trailing from her lips upon the bed as her breath quickened and grew ragged. Even though he hadn’t resumed moving his waist, he could still feel the pleasure intensify from the way her inner walls rhythmically clutched around his phallus inside her. Then, he bragged in a calm, mocking voice, seizing the moment to loosen her bra behind her back.
Gardener: No fast thrusts, no rough thrusts, no hard thrusts—just slow, gentle, soft thrusts. And with just one, she had already cum on me. Now tell me—who said I had no idea what you want? Look at her, already cumming from the very first thrust. Desirable now, isn’t it, bitch?
The Gardener lowered himself and whispered into her ear. With his length completely inside her, it sent a cold chill down her spine as the glans of his phallus nudged her cervix, making her shudder. She tilted her head back with a cynical giggle and stubbornly said, tried to place her hands on his waist to adjust.
Piper: Hahaha. You have no any idea what I want.
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Gardener: But here you are salivating like a bulldog.
The Gardener smirked, tossing her hand over her head when she tried to hold him, pinning it down. After roughly pulling off her bra and tossing it aside, he grasped her chin and jawline, tilting her head back to see her reaction as he prepared to resume his thrusts. He clutched the bed with his right palm. Being tall enough, he could easily see her face, unconcerned whether she was comfortable in her deeply arched position—shaped like the figure seven.
Then he slid out of her and back in again, the bulbous glans of his phallus rubbing against her inner walls, making her moan and give him a seductive look that instantly brought a grin to his face. He enjoyed that expression as he thrust in and out, each time going deeper than before—so deep that she couldn’t resist twitching her walls around his shaft uncontrollably. She couldn’t help but let out a giggling moan, which he commented on in a soft, moanful voice—not as loud as hers, but filled with pleasure from the intense sensation of sliding back and forth inside her.
Piper: Uh-huh-huh
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Gardener: I bet you’re enjoying it now, aren’t you?
Piper didn’t respond; her moans were slowly growing hoarse, especially with the way he held her chin while his thrusts grew faster, hitting all her sensitive spots. The sharp smacks of their bodies colliding echoed in the room ‘SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!’ a result of the force with which the Gardener continued to thrust, his waist slamming repeatedly against her buttocks. But it wasn’t just the smacking sounds; wet, squishy noises rose from their intimate area, accompanied by the sheen of sweat now covering both their bodies. The room reverberated with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, ragged breathing, wet friction, and breathless moans.
In the heat of the moment, Piper’s body jerked violently, her moans growing more hoarse as she struggled to breathe. The Gardener’s hand remained tightly clamped on her jaw, holding her in place. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she whimpered, moving one hand to her butt cheek and the other to his hand gripping her face. The sensation of him filling her completely, thrusting in and out so fast and deep, made her even wetter. Waves of sharp, electrifying pleasure surged through her body, causing her eyes to roll again as her breathing became ragged.
Seeing the expression on her face and the way her body jerked in that position brought a mocking smile to the Gardener’s face. He was clearly enjoying himself—especially the way her wet, sensitive walls of her poony clutched tightly around him, making his thrusts more slippery and intense. The increased lubrication caused by her arousal allowed him to move faster and deeper, fully consumed by the waves of pleasure radiating from her. But he shook his head from the pleasure, the sensation amplifying, making it impossible to think straight. Then, with that mocking smile still on his face, he asked.
Gardener: How’d you like to beg me to stop now?
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Piper: Shhhhrhhhh
Piper whimpered, puckering her lips seductively with fluttering eyes, and then, without warning, spat on his forehead. She giggled afterward. The act made him stop mid-thrust, but not because of that. He had already reached his climax, his body tensing up as he pulled out and placed his straight 8 inch phallus between her butt cheeks, ejaculating on her lower back. As he released his grip on her chin, his semen spilled onto her raised skirt. The Gardener grunted in satisfaction as he released on her, wiping her spit off his face. Piper collapsed onto the bed on her side, breathing heavily. Her breath was ragged, and her cumdripped from her poony onto the bed—a testament to the intensity of the wild 15-minute intimate moment they had just shared.
Then the Gardener lowered himself, placing his hands on either side of her, and blurted out in a naughty, mocking voice while feasting his eyes on her tender breasts. He groped one. She didn’t say a word, but a soft, quiet moan escaped her lips as she felt his hand squeeze her right breast tightly. As he explored her, she sneered wickedly to the side, something he didn’t notice.
Gardener: Look at you now—breathing like a dying asthmatic patient. How many thrusts have you taken that you’re already gasping like life’s draining out of you? Well, if you must know—we’re not done yet. I haven’t had my fill of satisfaction, bitch. What about you?
Still, Piper didn’t utter a word, maintaining the same expression on her face. He leaned in and sniffed the subtle scent of her smooth skin, pausing when she didn’t respond. Then, he grabbed her face and turned it toward his, his fingers pressing into her cheeks as their eyes met. The cynical sneer that once lingered on Piper’s face had already vanished before he did that, replaced by a gentle look. The Gardener snorted, releasing his grip on her face.
Gardener: Ahh, I see.
Then, he stroked the glans of his phallus and inserted it into her, filling her completely with his length at once. The sudden depth sent an intense shiver through her body as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back in that lying position, a sharp gasp escaping her lips instantly. Even the Gardener tilted his head back slightly, groaning. The sensation of his glans and shaft slipping through her vaginal canal tensed his muscles, especially as her orgasm, still dripping, made her insides feel wetter, warmer, and softer. Her inner muscles twitched around him, adding yet another layer of intense pleasure.
Gardener: Ohhh, God!!
But as he filled her completely, Piper felt him pulsating inside her. When he slid out and back in, her inner walls twitched around his phallus rhythmically and uncontrollably, intensifying the pleasure they both shared. For her, the sensation quickly tensed up her muscles, and she relished every inch and thrust. Though she didn’t utter a word, she couldn’t help but let out soft moans, not loud, but clearly escaping her lips as her body jerked with each deep thrust.
Seeing the look on her face made him smile. Then, without pulling out, he stopped momentarily, raised her right leg onto his shoulder, and resumed thrusting—deeper and faster than before. As he moved his waist with intensity, his thrusts drove into her powerfully, his balls slapping against the entrance of her poony, accompanied by the squishy sounds of her wetness. The sight of her tender breasts bouncing before him made him grope and squeeze them mindlessly, uncaring whether she was comfortable or not. As he pounded her harder, Piper’s jaw dropped from the overwhelming sensation. She moaned with a crying tone, salivating, her eyes fluttering with a seductive expression. Even the bed rocked violently ‘Creak! Bang! Creak’ beneath them.
Piper: Ahhh-ahhhh… Mmm-mmm..
As he deepened his thrusts—fast and hard—he flipped her leg off his right shoulder, positioning both legs flat against his waist. Now lying completely on her back, Piper was exposed, giving the Gardener the freedom to lower himself and hungrily latch his mouth onto her breasts. The combination of sensations overwhelmed her, and a loud, crying moan escaped her lips, filling the room—accompanied by the rhythmic smacking of flesh ‘SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!’.
Piper: Mmh… ahn… Ahh…. Mhmm… Ohhhh…
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and her hands around his shoulders, arching her back with her head tilted in pleasure. The Gardener enjoyed her in multiple ways at once—thrusting into her poony, twitching wall that clutched at him with wetness and pulsing orgasms. Her poony welcomed him eagerly, even though she never begged him to continue. Her moans alone were enough to urge him on. He sucked on her breasts, sending sharp tingles down her spine, while her entire body trembled from the overwhelming sensations as they continued.
Minutes later, they were still going at it wildly, like animals in the jungle, in the same missionary position. The Gardener was relentlessly sucking and enjoying her breasts while his hips moved vigorously, thrusting deep and fast—more intense than ever before. His pulsating shaft, now coated with their combined fluids, slid easily in and out of her poony, soaking core—clear evidence of the powerful orgasms they had shared.
Their mixed fluids added to the intense pleasure, making the moment even more desirable. Lost in the heat of passion, their bodies were covered in sweat, and the sound of their flesh slapping together grew louder with each thrust—but neither of them seemed to care.
Their breaths were ragged—especially Piper’s—as she tilted her head backward, her arranged hair falling behind her. She moaned louder with each thrust, so consumed by the addictive sensation of his ramming phallus that she didn’t even realize when she began to urge him on. The overwhelming sweetness and pleasure in her mind left her unable to think straight; she didn’t care if her voice was heard or not, as long as she felt him pulsating deeply inside her. The friction of his phallus rubbing against her inner walls sent waves of pleasure through her, and her walls responded with twitching sensations that gripped him tightly. The bed was already stained with the cum that had dripped down from her.
Piper: Don’t stop… Yes, ride me—faster and harder… Yes!
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Gardener: Yes! I love it! Beg me! Beg me!!
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Piper: Yes! Ride me harder. Ride me deeper… Mmm, yes… I’ll kill you if you fucking stop. Deeper—deeper! Ahhh!
She urged him on, lowering her face and glancing as he moved his waist vigorously. Salivating hard on herself, the gardener licked her, gyrating his tongue as he rammed into her. She came hard on him with a loud, wet squelch that echoed from their intimate area, making her moan loudly. Wrapping her arms around him, she closed the space between them in a desperate hug, her poony pulsating as her release dripped down his shaft onto the bed. Still, he didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her dripping core. She groaned loudly, gnashing her teeth as another intense wave of pleasure crashed through her, with her jaw dropped.
Piper: Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
But shortly after she came hard, and a few more thrusts pushed her over the edge, the gardener pulled out, having reached his climax, and released his semen onto her slightly curved, flat-toned stomach, grunting in satisfaction.
Gardener: Urghhh! Sweet!
Then Piper freed her arms from around his neck and fell flat on her back, giggling with ecstasy and a cold glint in her eyes. The gardener rolled to the side, lying beside her on the bed, both of them gasping for breath. A satisfied smile lingered on his face as he placed one arm across his stomach in relaxation. Then, viper asked, still gasping for air.
Piper: What’s your name, handsome?
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Gardener: I’m Tyrone. Yours?
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Piper: Mine? Well, I’m piper. Nice fucking with you, Tyrone!
The gardener didn’t respond and continued smiling satisfactorily. But that look of bliss on the gardener quickly turned to horror when his throat was suddenly slit opened with deadly precision by Piper herself.
Blood poured from his mouth and gushed from his neck. The poor gardener clutched his throat, struggling to breathe, his eyes rolling back into his head. Piper, now lying on her stomach with her elbows propped up, rested her chin on the heel of her palm. She watched with cold amusement, her ankles crossed behind her playfully, as if watching a thrilling movie. Her cynical giggle echoed in the room.
The sight of him dying gave her an even greater sense of satisfaction and ecstasy. Soon, the gardener’s hand fell limply from his neck onto the bed—he was dead. Piper’s face beamed with twisted relief. She rolled onto her back, her head resting on the lifeless body beside her. Her eyes trailed toward the blood-stained axe. Then she let out a cold, cynical laugh, after mentioning his name.
Piper: Tyrone, tyrone! Hahahahahahaha!
Tbc…