I met this girl a year after this picture was taken- 
i have to admit she is one of the sexiest females I ve ever came across. It wasn’t just her looks, she gives the most sultry looks.

I'm a simple man, and I simply want to see a few thing's this holiday season. Ladies, please grace me with a few pictures of your sultry bodies.

I confess that I have been spying on my nieghbor and her boyfriend for the last three months. The live across the alley from me, less than 30 feet, and never close their blinds. She is a super sultry black haired vixen, with incredibly long legs, a size two waist and incredibly soft D cups. She works at a bier garden/restaurant not two blocks from where we live, and is an incredibly sweet southern darling, complete with that adorable southern draw. Her boyfriend is a scrawny hipster type with a giant floppy cock that seems to only last about 10 minutes a venture. I just got finished watching them fuck for the 3rd time, and would love to share some of the things I've seen with you. Also, any fellow peepers out there, I would love some advice!

This isn't really a confession. More of a story I guess. This just happened to me literally. I work at a convenient store and I got off the clock about 30 minutes ago. There is this older lady who shops there, but she is really cute. Like she looks like she might be mid fifties, but she has a wonderful body, and a certain 'sultry' way about her presence in general. hmm... After I am done writing this message I will look for a picture on google to represent her appearance. I think I might be able to find something similar. Anyway, I am 21 years old, and for the hell of it I decided to get all gussied up for work. I wore a blazer and everything.

About thirty minutes before I got off the clock she came through my checkout lane, and apparently I had quite the effect on her. She began drolling all over herself like a horny school girl (figuratively speaking, of course). She basically told me that I was very attractive in several different ways the wholee time I checked her out (which took I dunno maybe seven minutes, it was long enough to be awkward anyway).

The weird thing is that I found myself enjoying her flattery a little much. Especially considering the fact that she seemed almost more serious than not. She even came back into the store after putting her merchandise in her vehicle to bring her cart back.

HAHA!! What she said to me was priceless...

"I usually don't bring the cart all the way back in the store... But tonight... Mm Mmmm..."

Then she winked and walked away with her relatively attractive ass swaying back and fourth.

.....

I have never really been into 'matured' women, but to be completely honest, this woman was FINE. I see her around town sometimes, though I don't think she has ever seen me around town. (Also I don't think I have ever thought about her in this way until tonight...) But I was wondering if you guys thought I should give her my number the next time I see her out of the store.

Sultry face & a delightful figure!

I'm getting married next week and recently had my bachelor party.

I met 2 women during my bachelor party who left questionable doubts regarding my current choices, and made me seriously consider leaving my fiance'. One from Orlando, the other from Pittsburgh. They weren't impactful in the slutty way, although there were those, as well. I don't care about those.

The one from Orlando was a blonde trauma nurse who had a perfect body for a white girl, with an excessively low, sultry voice and a ridiculously fun personality. Her group of girls were the definition of classy, smart, and made almost every other group of girls look stupid and paltry.

The one from Pittsburg was a teacher. 32, looked 23, again a white girl with a perfect body. Married to her work, but damn, really set the bar in terms of a good, nice, successful person.

Let's just say if they ever had pics posted here, both would be somewhere in top favorites without a doubt.

So in the midst of my bachelor party weekend, and between talking to both of them at different times, I realized a few things:

What I realized:
1. I'm ridiculously bored in my engagement. Fiance's nice but not like these girls. However, I'm 32, never been married and would like kids, so staying the course with my fiance' makes sense.
2. The vices in my life (ie sluts, drinking, motherless) could be completely removed and wouldn't be missed if I had one of those 2 women permanently in my life.
3. There is a better version of me, hidden somewhere. I had found it for like 2 days. That version didn't need porn, didn't need to drink, and was genuinely engaged. It was proof positive that the grass actually is greener on the other side of the fence, I just need the right motivation to jump over.

Anyways, this was a confession. I welcome your input but really don't have any confusion about what happened. I'm going on to get married and live my life. I'll be completely happy in the end. I just thought it was notably poor timing to find out I could be happier.

Gabriella had short bobbed black hair, with high cheekbones and a sultry long neck. She decided to hit the club alone, she was so tired of her friends not being able to go out with her. She found a nice black super tight skirt and put it on.
“Fuck wearing any panties, or a bra for that matter. I’m fucking desperate as fuck,” she murmured to herself as she got dressed. The dress glided over her pale white skin, caressing her curves. If she didn’t get laid tonight there was no hope she ever would. Gabriella knew she was hot, and she needed some nice hard cock.
Gabriella arrived at the club, techno music vibrated the walls and floor as people danced to the rhythms. She was already getting a few looks from a few guys, and even girls. She slowly walked up to the bar, and the bartender cocked an eyebrow at her, looking right at her cleavage.
“Can I help you miss?”
She ordered a domestic beer, and started scoping the crowd. She sat on the barstool and realized her pussy was in view of everyone since she wasn’t wearing panties, so she crossed her legs. A few guys noticed her, as if they could smell her scent across the room. A tall man with dark hair walked towards her.
“Hey, I’m going to be upfront with you – you gave the crowd a nice show.”
Gabriella laughed, then looked into his eyes, “well I hope the show was worthwhile.”
The man blushed, “Yeah, you’ve got half the guys out there hard.”
“What about you? You limp?” She asked biting her lip
“No, I’m hard as fuck,” he said pressing his hard dick against her.
“Now now, looks like you have a bit of a situation that needs to be remedied. How do you think we should take care of this?” Gabriella was smiling. Her eyes twinkled as they met his.
“Parking lot? I’ve got an SUV with tinted windows, I’ll fuck you really good,” he was practically begging her.
She felt his cock pulsating through his pants and gently stroked it with her hand.
“Nice and big,” she said getting up from the barstool and kissing him, leaving a smudge of lipstick on his lips, “take me to your love chariot, own this pussy.”
The dude could hardly walk. She put her arm in his and they walked outside of the club to his SUV.
He unlocked it, “um, I didn’t bring condoms tonight I totally wasn’t expecting this to happen.”
“I don’t like latex,” Gabriella kissed the man’s neck and he felt her breasts pushing against him. He unlocked his SUV with his remote and they both hopped in the backseat. Gabriella pushed the man down and unzipped his pants, she pulled his pants down with ease as her mouth wrapped hungrily around his dick. Her hands started tugging at his hard cock as her mouth sucked, licked and twisted.
She could feel the guy was already going to nut, so she stopped sucking on him and started kissing his body slowly, working her way up to his lips. She hiked up her dress as their lips met. His cock pulsated as he could feel her wetness dripping down on him as he kissed her. She gently guided him inside. The man grabbed her breasts, pulled down her top revealing her perfect tits.
Gabriella pushed down on the man’s cock, she wanted all of him inside her.
“Yeah, fuck me,” she moaned as she rode him, “fuck this little slut’s pussy good baby.”
Wet juices dripped down his cock as his precum mixed with her juices. His hips thrust up as her pussy swallowed his cock. He could feel her sharp fingernails digging into his chest as she bucked up and down back and forth on him.
“Oh yeah, give me that cum!” She screamed, leaning down, gently biting his lip, tasting his saliva.
The man grabbed her soft round pale ass, clenching it and she felt his cock starting to pulsate.
“Yessss,” she moaned.
“I’m cumming…” he could barely talk. His cock throbbed, ejaculating cum deep in her. She pushed down on his cock deeper; pushing it as far as it could go inside her as she felt the warm glow of his eruption.
Gabriella screamed with pleasure, his warm hot cum in her was ecstasy. She kept riding him as he came, she could feel his cum dripping out of her as his cock throbbed, slowly getting more limp. She kissed his neck slowly, her tongue tasted his warm flesh. She lightly nipped his neck with her teeth.
“Oh, no hickies ok baby?” He told her, but she was in another world. She licked and sucked on his neck, but it felt so good to him. He could feel her tongue licking into his neck as she bit softly. His cock slowly retracted from her pussy, and she kept sucking and licking his neck.
“I mean, whatever you want to do is good too, you just let me cum in you and I just met you… so it’s all good,” he said as her hand grabbed a handful of his hair, her lips on his neck like a vacuum.
She moaned and he began to feel a little dizzy, she kept sucking and he felt as if he was being consumed… yet it felt so perfect, time stopped for him and he was enchanted. She stopped sucking his neck and kissed him on the lips. Her face was caked with blood, his blood. She looked into his eyes and he couldn’t panic, all he felt was peace, he felt loved. He didn’t care that his blood was spraying all over the car with each beat of his heart. He didn’t care that this woman was licking the blood from his neck. She smiled at him, showing gleaming white fangs. The last thing he ever saw was her open mouth moving towards his neck again.
“I love you,” he gurgled.
Every time Gabriella had to drink blood, she really never had a plan on what to do with the body when she drained it. Sometimes she’d think of creating another like her, and let the vampiric infection take hold – but in a lot of ways she enjoyed the freedom of feeding off of anyone she wanted. She loved mounting mortal men and feeling their seed trying to find its way to create life as she took a life.
She ripped a peace of the man’s shirt off and cleaned the blood from her face and tossed it on him. She looked around his car, it was a nice car but she made a mess of it. She just wanted to see his dying face as his blood sprayed out of his neck. She always loved to watch the last seconds of life, the final exit from this reality. Maybe she felt love for the people she drank, or maybe it was some sick fetish of hers that had psychological roots from when she was mortal. She shook her head and frowned. She could barely remember when she was mortal, it was so long ago.
Gabriella stepped out of the man’s car, leaving his limp body slumped in the back seat. His pants were still down, cum dripped from his limp cock onto the seat.
She felt a little bad for him, but she was hungry. She wouldn’t have to do this for another couple of months. She could feel his cum trickle down her leg as she shut the car door. Gabriella walked off into the night.

I've got loads more of this sultry redhead tramp that I will be posting in the comments.

My wife still sends me dirty pics after all these years ❤️. It was so sweet to get this from her randomly while i was working. Instantly got hard. Showed it off to the guys at work. And I spent the rest of the day horny and pulling that pic out and rubbing on my cock under the desk. When i came home i texted her to be prepared. The door was unlocked, on the Bombay chest an ice cold Singapore but she was nowhere to be found in the front of the house. In my bed room she was laying over the bed naked, pulling her pussy hole and ass open. Both sultry and submissive she softly said “Which hole?”. Naturally i said”open that tight little asshole”. I was so fucking horny for her I just ate her ass and pussy from behind until she made me stop. I finally came in her. She relishes even worships my cum in her. She pushes any that dripped out back in, licks her fingers, lifts her legs in the air and just rocks with it. The point is, though it may seem bizzare, i consider everything you just read the most romantic and love-laced expressions that I’ve ever felt.

Anyway, later that night we went out and she fucked a random black dude in a parking lot in front of me. She’s truly a beautiful and disgusting cum dumpster made just for me. True Romance

This is the story of a spoiled teenage coed who is
forced to accompany her parents on an African safari.
She becomes separated and is kidnapped and abused by
jungle savages and other nasty sorts. There is no real
violence... aside from the rapes, non-consensual sex
and bondage, that is.

AFRICAN DRUM'S - Part 1

Kristen had whined the entire week before they
left. She had whined and sulked during the plane flight,
and was now whining, sulking, pouting, and occasionally
snarling. Going on an African safari, far from chili
dogs, pizza, MTV, and her friends, was not her idea of
a holiday.

For once, though, her parents had held firm. They
intended that this would be a good old fashioned family
holiday, and were determined to enjoy it if it killed
them, and her. No amount of whining, cajoling and beg-
ging had managed to sway them.

Thus she was now standing on the runway in a
baking heat, watching her father wave forlornly at bag-
gage handlers who zipped by as if he were invisible. It
was little wonder, what with the enormous amount of lug-
gage sitting beside him.

Kristen herself was very far from invisible to the
baggage handlers, as well as all the other bemused,
astonished and wondering Africans within sight. If she
noticed the stares, she gave not sign. She was, after
all, used to be stared at, though not in quite the same
way.

She was, as she well knew, a lovely, even stunning
young woman. Her development had started early. Even
when she was eleven years old, her physical maturity
was such that she was taken for a girl several years
older. She'd learned quickly that the men who looked at
her so closely could be manipulated in a variety of ways
to her benefit.

At eleven, that merely meant cooing and blinking
her eyes. By twelve she was wearing tight or revealing
clothes and positioning her body in such a way that
older boys and even grown men would groan and flash
carnal visual images in their minds.

By the time she'd turned thirteen, she was an
expert at manipulation, at controlling and maneuvering
men, using their weakness for her nubile teenage body
to make soft jelly of their hearts and minds, and hard
steel of their prongs.

She'd lost her cherry before entering high school,
to a handsome teacher who'd responded by changing her F
to an A. Usually she didn't have to actually sleep with
them of course. A little cooing and sultry whispers,
combined with a kiss or two sometimes did it.

For more difficult cases, she'd casually rub her-
self against them, or let them cop a feel of her boobs,
or crotch, and sometimes even jerked them off.

She'd gotten great grades in High School without
having a particularly nimble mind, or studying hard.
Others wondered about that, but as a leader of her peer
group in school, few openly questioned her methods for
academic achievement.

It was the same in college. She'd started just
this year, and had found the college professors even
more willing to come under her sway. The high school
teachers had the added worry, first of arrest, and
even after she passed the age of consent, of firing,
if caught with her.

College teachers didn't really have to worry
about that. Affairs between students and teachers
weren't unusual. They could freely make use of what
she offered in exchange for good grades, and not worry
about consequences.

Now, as she stood on the runway, clad in her
tight short shorts and her purple tank top that was
cut off just below the breasts, she was the near
perfection of a sexual creature. She didn't even have
to try and pose anymore. Any position she took could
automatically bring males organs to erection.

Her body was that of a goddess, perfect in it's
Ivory Whiteness, gleaming with health. There was not a
pimple, mole, or freckle anywhere on it. She was tall
and effortlessly graceful, her movements that of a
ballet dancer.

Her breasts were large enough to cause double
takes, but not large enough to detract from the perfect
symmetry of her shape. They were high and perfectly
round and of a firmness few young women ever achieved,
even during arousal. Her nipples were tiny pink nubs in
the exact center of each breast, which, when hard,
lengthened to an almost unnatural length, standing out
hard and ultra sensitive.

Her legs were the kind that made men run into
poles, so transfixed were they by the long gleaming
contours of her perfect thighs, shapely calves and
sweet and lovely knees.

Her ass would have won awards if such were given,
and if she had ever deigned to enter any contest. It
was the perfection other women longed for, had opera-
tions for. Not an ounce of fat, not a hint of imper-
fection marred her sweet and sumptuous buttocks. They
were more perfect in their shape when she slouched in
her sneakers than most women achieved in six inch heels
and tightly shaping pants and jeans.

Her face was the profile of delicate loveliness.
Her eyes were wide and bright, bright blue. When she
wanted, they were the eyes of an appealing child.
Within an instant they could turn sultry and wanton.

Her nose was a mere button, a little snub thing
that made the women sigh and smile. Her mouth was nar-
row and luscious, her lips full and sensuous, her teeth,
brilliant white perfection. Taken as a whole, her face
was enough to make grown men and women weep, the men
with regret, that they would never know her intimate
acquaintance, the women with amazed jealousy.

Her hair was the perfect frame for such a won-
drously sculpted visage. It was chest long and as
feathery soft and fleecy as the finest silk. At the
same time, it was luxuriously thick, cascading around
her head and splashing over her shoulders and down her
chest and back like a lustrous waterfall halted in mid-
fall.

All of these taken together drew lustful and en-
vious stares and gasps wherever she went, and contri-
buted to what was, admittedly, more than a hint of
arrogance, haughtiness and vanity. Being rich always
tended to draw people into immodesty. Being rich as well
as stunningly, dazzlingly, ravishingly, gorgeous, gave
her an ego hard to reign in, even on those odd occasions
when she tried.

Of course, her luscious silhouette and mouth
watering face were not the only reason she was drawing
stares at the moment. The main point of attraction
for the Africans was her hair, which was a bright, but
not unattractive shade of pink.

If she had been aware of the amusement, or con-
fusion her hair color was causing, she would have simply
sniffed about the crudeness and lack of sophistication
of the watchers, utterly certain that wherever in the
world she happened to be, whatever she happened to be
wearing was THE height of fashion, and that included
hair coloring and style.

She was not aware of the bewildering looks though,
since all her attention was focused on herself, and the
unhappiness and uncomfortableness she was presently
feeling. These were not things Kristen was normally
forced to contend with.

Seldom in her short life had she been refused any
pleasure, comfort or want, however fleeting or tran-
sitory. Everywhere she went she was granted boons
favors and generosity. At home, her slightest wish was
her parents most important demand. Nothing was denied
her.

Of course this went a long way to explaining her
self indulgent nature, her selfishness and vain outlook
on life. Kristen was about as spoiled as any human
being that walked the face of the earth, and as shallow
as a dried river bed.

Though she was far from stupid, an original
thought had never crossed her pretty little mind. She
followed the dictates of her social group to the
letter, her every move governed by whatever happened to
be "IN."

Now here she was sweating, SWEATING! In a sauna
that was permissible, but out in the open, in her
clothes, it was utterly intolerable.

"Dadddeeeeeeeeee," she whined. "Can't we go in-
doors where it's air-conditioned?"

"The building isn't air-conditioned sweetheart.
It's hotter than out here," he replied.

"Not air-conditioned?" She was truly amazed. In
her experience all buildings were air-conditioned. What
kind of a place was this?

"Ahhh, here comes our driver I think," her father
sighed with relief.

Kristen turned to see a boxy looking car racing
towards them in a cloud of dust. She squinted her eyes
against the sun, then put her hand over her mouth as
the thing drew up in front of them, hurling small
pebbles and dirt all around.

"You Charles Taylor?" a voice demanded.

"I am."

"Righto."

A figure jumped out of the box and moved around to
stand in front of them. Kristen looked up in disgust.
The man was in his early thirties, tall, with coarse
dark hair and weathery tanned skin, he wore a cheap
brown short sleeved shirt and dark green pants tucked
into boots, not even designer boots.

He was sort of handsome, in a rugged, cowboy type
way, with a thick, barrel chest and enormous, biceps.
His hands were big and rough from work, and his chest
hair curled out through the half open shirt. Kristen
wrinkled her nose in distaste.

"Pleased ta meet yah." The man said, holding out
his big hand at Taylor. "I'm Joe Steel."

"How do you do?" Charles said, shaking hands.
"This is my wife Lucy..."

"Charmed." Lucy said, waving her hand back and
forth in front of her face to stir a little breeze.

"And my daughter Kristen."

"Hi there Kris." he grinned, his eyes sliding
quickly and appreciatively up and down her body.

"Kristen." she said, stiffly, glaring in reproach.

It didn't do to let the help become to chummy to
begin with, and nobody dared call her Kris.

With no further delay Joe had begun hefting their
bags one and two at a time, and tossing them into the
rear of the "Rover" as he called it. He showed not
even a hint of effort at the heavy bags and was quickly
done, whereupon he jumped into the drivers seat to
await them.

Charles held open the rear door and Lucy and
Kristen carefully stepped in.

"Don't you have air-conditioning?" she complained.

"You're joking?" He laughed. "Air-conditioning!
What a laugh!" He then proceeded to laugh, long and
hard, before stomping on the gas pedal. The three pas-
sengers were thrown back against the weakly padded
seats as the Rover bumped and bounced across the dirt
field and out through the airport gate.

In a short length of time, they were driving
through an incredibly dirty and tacky looking excuse for
a city, with hordes of Black people wandering around
aimlessly and shrieking in some ugly foreign language
that Kristen knew wasn't French or Italian, the only
two acceptable languages other than English.

"How far is the hotel?" She grumbled.

"Hotel? We ain't goin' to no hotel, gorgeous.
We're heading right for the jungle. We'll pick up the
rest of the gear in Bankoland, then head inland."

"You mean we'll be traveling in this?!" she de-
manded in astonishment.

"That's it beautiful."

"But... but... but... we CAN'T travel in this!"
she exclaimed.

He looked back at her in irritation. "And just
what's wrong with this? This is a helluva fine machine,
girl. It'll take you through damn near anything without
stalling."

"How long do we have to be riding around in this
thing?" She demanded.

"This is your ride for the duration, Princess." he
grinned.

"Daddeeeeeeee!"

"Now look, precious, we could hardly travel in a
Rolls in the middle of the jungle," he tried to placate
her.

"Couldn't you get something that was at least air-
conditioned!?"

"You'll never get acclimatized with air-condition-
ing pinky." Joe grinned.

"What?"

"He means you won't get used to the heat,
darling."

"I don't want to get used to the heat!" she stamp-
ed her foot on the floor.

"You ain't got no choice there, pinky."

"Don't call me that!" she demanded, furiously.

He laughed, which did nothing to cool her temper.
She folded her arms tightly, despite the heat, and sank
back in her corner of the seat, determined to sulk un-
til she was back home again. The Rover continued to
bounce along until they reached a small village outside
town.

There they stopped. There was six other four wheel
drive vehicles there waiting. Joe looked at them in
disbelief. "What in hell?" He jumped out and went to
the waiting native drivers, chatting furiously.

"You told me to find everything on the list and
bring it here with drivers." The man in charge said,
shrugging.

"What in hell was on the friggin list?!" Joe de-
manded. He poked his nose inside the rovers and jeeps,
his face growing more and more incredulous.

Finally he came over to stand in front of Charles.

"Are you nuts?" he demanded.

"Excuse me?"

"What in hell is all this junk? You got furniture
here, fer chrissake!"

"Yes, a few tables and chairs, and cots."

"Tables and chairs!"

"I suppose you've never sat in a chair or at a
table." Kristen sniffed, disdainfully. Joe glared at
her, then turned back to Taylor. "You have any idea
what this is costing you?"

"Of course I know." Charles said with dignity.

"How about how long it's gonna take us to pack up
and set down?"

"I'm sure they'll manage."

Joe closed his eyes and counted to ten.

"It's your funeral," he said before finally,
stomping over to the other drivers.

"Really." Lucy said. "Couldn't you have found a
better guide, Charles?"

"He is supposed to be the best, my dear."

"He smells badly." Kristen sulked.

"I dare say we'll all smell badly soon." Her
father said, altogether too happily. Both women looked
at him in disgust.

They bounced down dirt roads for several more
hours, with the other cars riding along behind. They
left the road then, going through the jungle on even
more bouncy trails. Just when she was certain she
couldn't take another minute, they stopped in a small
clearing by a river.

"All right. We're here." Joe said in obvious re-
lief. He almost dove out of the rover, moving as far
away from Kristen as he could get. Never had he had to
bear such a constant unending barrage of whining com-
plaints, and snotty comments.

If she had known the fantasies he'd used to try
and block her out for most of the afternoon, Kristen
would have been outraged. In truth, they weren't all
that different from most men's fantasies about her,
except for being considerably more violent.

The dozen natives proceeded to set up the camp,
which included two large tents, each ten feet by twelve
feet and tall enough for a tall man to stand. Inside
each they carried a large round plastic bathtub, which
they set up in a curtained corner, along with the
portable toilets.

They attached round curtain rods to the tubs, then
put on the curtains. A pipe with a shower nozzle on the
top was put into place, and a generator to power the
pumps, along with other gear, was started up. One large
vehicle was entirely filled with big drums of water,
which were rolled over and attached to the pumps.

Joe sat on the front bumper of his Rover and
watched in stunned amazement as the tubs, along with
tables, chairs, benches and cots were all unloaded and
brought into the tents. Each time Kristen saw him, she
turned up her nose and sniffed in disdain. Joe imagined
what a good sturdy leather belt would do to her round
little behind.

The Taylors wandered around, enjoying the scenery,
what there was of it no further than a dozen yards from
the camp at least. Kristen accompanied her parents,
shrugging and sniffing at everything they pointed out.

He's got a big campfire going, for the atmosphere,
Charles had said, since of course they'd brought por-
table propane stoves and lanterns for heat and light.
The fire drew the only appreciative statement from
Kristen Joe had heard all day. She'd allowed that it
was "OK."

Soon after things were installed, the Taylors all
retired to their tents and the pumps started up. Joe's
mind filled with the image of the pink haired girl
having a shower and despite his irritation at her,
found his loins stirring.

Normally he wouldn't have dreamed of it, but the
little bitch had been such a snotty little thing that
he almost felt she owed him one, a look that is.

With nobody in sight, he unzipped the tent and
poked his head inside, then walked in, poking his head
out to be sure nobody had seen him. He moved across
the room to the little curtained alcove, then looked
inside.

The curtain that ran around the tub was in place
and water pattered off it weakly. The pumps were only
as good as the power source which had to be small
enough to cart around. Still, a good spray of water
enveloped the girl as she stood under it.

The plastic curtain was solid, and only her shadow
showed through. Not a man to hesitate, Joe wandered
across the few feet that separated it from him and
pulled it aside slightly.

Her back was to him, and what a back! Despite his
many experiences with women he had to swallow a sigh of
appreciation. He shook his head as his eyes beheld her
beautifully proportioned body, the lovely round swells
of her buttocks and magnificent legs.

She turned and he let the curtains fall. Then
opened them a crack. Her head was tilted back and her
hands were rubbing shampoo through her long hair. He
closed his eyes for a second, then opened them again.
No, he hadn't been imagining.

"Good Christ!" he murmured, his voice easily
covered by the sound of splashing water. What a body!
His eyes lingered over her upturned breasts, looking
even more golden and perfect as she unconsciously
thrust her chest up and out.

Her belly was smooth and flat and looked like the
softest thing on earth. Her damp pubic hair, she was a
blonde, he saw, barely covered her dark little slit as
she stood with legs slightly apart.

The water trickled off her gleaming wet skin,
giving her a slick, oily look that set his heart pound-
ing and his cock pulsing. It was all he could do to
keep from jumping in and screwing her right then and
there.

Luckily, he was a strong man mentally as well as
physically. He backed away and stumbled out of the tent
his eyes wide and dazed. No matter her personality
flaws, he was going to have the little bitch if it was
the last thing he did!

He set out to please her as soon as she returned
from her shower. His attempts to curry favor and amuse
her failed dismally however. She was used to men trying
to charm and please her and was in no mood for it. Be-
sides, he was as far from her type as it was possible
to get without actually being ugly.

His smile became strained over the course of the
evening, as his most gallant, courteous and congenial
attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa-
tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks,
arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals.

He was in a foul mood when he went to sleep that
night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she
repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent
he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When
she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he
was in no mood to be pleasant.

Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into
his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was
ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better
than hers.

Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt,
that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned
and then tied together below her braless breasts.

That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two
tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did
not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she
wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis-
liked was commonplace to her.

Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored
things currently in vogue in California, and looked
preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her.

"What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing
through her tent flap.

"This thing doesn't work." she complained, point-
ing at the shower.

"So what do you want me to do about it?" She look-
ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid.

"Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful-
ly as she stared at him.

"It ain't my shower." He glared.

"You were hired by my father..."

"To guide you through the jungle. You want a
plumber go and find one."

"How dare you!?" she glared in outrage.

"Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped.

"When I tell my Daddy..."

"You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you
want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to
your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved
right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches
away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov-
ing forward until she was backed against a table.

He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your
shit don't stink! Do it?"

Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No-
body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this
before.

"I... I... I..."

"Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining
voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to
bend backwards across the table.

"You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever
seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God-
dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a
crazy wears pink hair anyway!?

"It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered.

"Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes
glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your
clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off
your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone
that takes notice!"

He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her
back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your
dainty little rear end! Or better yet a good hard cock
up your tight, cold little hole!"

Kristen gasped in shock, her skin flushing red in
embarrassment and outrage.

"I bet for all your showin' off your still a
stinking virgin!" he snarled.

"I... I am not!" she whined.

"Bullshit! I can't imagine you letting any man
between those legs of yours!" He reached his hand down
and cupped her left breast through the sweaty
blouse. "The only one that's ever touched these are
you!" He sneered, again putting his face right up
against hers.

Kristen was now terrified. She was in a situation
she'd never faced in her life. Someone didn't like her!
Someone was being mean to her, yelling at her and call-
ing her names. She didn't know how to deal with it and
gaped at him in shock, not even trying to slap his hand
away from her hot, sweaty breast.

"What about it, little Miss Ice Queen?" he smirked.

"Or are you a lesbo? That wouldn't surprise me. A
man hating little homo!"

"A... am not!" she whimpered.

"Yeah?" He curled his lip into a sneer, then
abruptly, jammed his big hand down the front of her
shorts. The button tore off, popping across the tent
as his hand forced into the thin garment. Kristen
gasped again, her eyes staring down in shock.

Joe's hand slid right under her panties and cupped
her bare flesh, squeezing up against her pussy mound.
His eyes continued to stare into hers and as she looked
up, she felt held there, her own eyes unable to pull
away as his fingers began to rub up and down over her
cunt.

End Of Part 1

I have a confession……..
It’s always been a fantasy of mine to watch my partner have sex with another woman but it’s been my naughty secret. The other thing is, I didn’t want him to know that I was watching…I wanted to watch him secretly or even catch him cheating on me and just watch. It’s always made me so horny thinking about the look on his face as he fucks another girl.
Well, my fantasy became reality last night. We went out to our usual wine bar for a few drinks and bumped into a friend’s daughter. She’s the prettiest 20 year old you can imagine, long dark hair, big sultry eyes and a figure to die for, which she was more than happy to show off in her skin tight mini dress. I could tell immediately that D was attracted to her, despite that she’s just a kid.
Well, I say kid, but the way she was shoving her huge tits toward him as they chatted, let me tell you, she knew exactly what she was doing! I realised that this may be the perfect opportunity for my fantasy to come true. I encouraged her to stay and talk to us, leaving them alone while I went to the bar to keep her topped up with wine…It was working….I could see D looking at her tight round ass when she turned away from him, see his hand stroke it gently…they were taking the bait!
Time to go home, so we offered our young friend a lift home in the taxi. I rushed ahead and got into the front seat ensuring that they sat in the back together. Quickly I pulled the visor down, to get a good view of them in the mirror. I pretended to close my eyes, as they both became quiet. Slowly, I saw D stretch out his hand to touch her knee, she looked a bit worried at first, but as his hand slid up under her shirt and onto her thigh, I saw her open her legs slightly. D kept on looking at me to make sure I was asleep, I could feel myself getting really horny watching what was taking place. D slid his hand further up her leg until he could feel her damp pussy through her tiny white knickers. He started to rub her clit slowly at first, but then faster as she opened her legs wider for him to get his fingers inside her. I watched him withdraw his fingers from her dripping pussy and suck the juices from them…It was such a turn on seeing that totally abandoned look on his face, I knew he had to fuck her!!
I invited her in for a nightcap, asking D to get the drinks as I made my excuses and ran upstairs to change. Quietly I came back down the stairs and stood watching through the slightly open door. They were in the kitchen, I watched as she sat up on the table, exposing those long tanned legs, D couldn’t keep his eyes off her…she looked so fucking sexy with her huge tits bursting out of her dress. I could see D’s cock swelling in his jeans and knew he was going to fuck her there and then.
He spread her legs roughly and pulled her knickers to the side exposing here pretty young pussy. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her like a man possessed. She moaned and writhed onto his mouth as he tongued and sucked her wet clit, his fingers sliding in and out was almost too much for her. I was by now really turned on and started to wank myself off as I watched them fuck , it felt so good.
Our little friend must have remembered that I was only upstairs and urged D to fuck her before I came down and caught them. He undid his jeans and his huge, red throbbing cock sprang out in front of her….I swear I’ve never seen it so big!! I don’t think this young girl had seen anything this size either and she couldn’t resist sinking her juicy red lips onto it. I watched her lick and suck that cock as if she couldn’t get enough…D was groaning with pleasure as he groped and squeezed her tits at the same time. He was ready to cum, but he wanted to fuck her first. Quickly he bent her over the table, exposing that sexy ass…he’s an ass man, so he practically spunked over her there and then but hestood back to admire her sweet pussy and ass before shoving his throbbing prick inside her. She moaned so loudly, as he pounded his cock deep inside, which was lucky as I was moaning really hard myself as I rubbed my aching pussy to the point of an explosive orgasm.
The look on D’s face was exactly what I needed to get me there, he was lost, abandoned and loving fucking this pretty little pussy on my kitchen table. She was begging him now to make her cum, and as she screamed with pleasure I watched D take his swollen cock out of her dripping pussy and shoot his hot thick cum all over her ass.
By this time I was on my knees, trembling with pleasure at the scene in front of me, it took all my strength to creep back upstairs again. I sorted myself out and made some noise to let them know I was on my way down. I entered the lounge to find them sitting quietly having a drink, as if butter wouldn’t melt!! We chatted for a while and then she left, D and I then went to bed and had the best fuck ever that night….I’ve never let on that I know what happened, It’s my secret, but it never fails to make me cum every time I think about it.