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Wednesday, October 11, 2023

[SS-1293] Executive Gardening


EXECUTIVE GARDENING


Ever third weekend of the month, the strict and successful high level executive of a big company goes to the province to disconnect.

At work, this executive was the boss, the man. He was powerful and everyone in the company was beholden to him. The employees and shareholders count on his intellect and wit to ensure that the company remains to be in the top ten companies in their industry, which is plant-based supplementation.

Because of his high stakes job, he could feel very stressed. He loved the power he had in the organization, but he desires to have a chance to fully relinquish it all to rest.

And this was why he was in the province. He was naked, baring his muscular body in briefs. He could feel the sun making him sweatier as he mindlessly tended to the garden. In this place, he was only a farmer. He was there to serve the owner of the land. No meetings. No negotiations. Just his basic instincts as a human being.

Before the sun set, he had finished his work in the garden. He knew it was time. He stood in attention. His strong body that was carved like a sculpture in the gym, a symbol of his power, now exposed to the environment.


An old man walks to him smiling.

"I am done sir," the executive said submissively.

The old man nodded, "as you should. In any other day, you are the boss. But today what are you?"

"I am your thing sir," the executive answer.

"Now that you're done with my plants, I want you to get my seed." The old man, owner of the garden, and the executive's monthly master, pulled out his hard dick.

The executive, who was a known womanizer, knelt down and started sucking the penis that was offered to him. He was hungry and unfed since the morning he was working. His empty mind only wanted one thing. To serve.

Soon, the cum gushed into his mouth and he swallowed it all, obediently.

There were still a few hours before he went back to his busy, high stakes city life. His old master had friends that he should serve later.


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