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Good Story, to good not to share. Stuck up rich gi

Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: rampage86, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

with a cock that big..." "You saw it then? You saw his... Did you... did you see him... fuck me?" she asked, swallowing. "Uh, well, he wanted a final fling before you went." "So you did see. You saw me with him. Did you see how I shook and moaned and acted like an insane nympho?" Joe easily resisted the idea of telling her that he'd fucked her first. "I saw you. You looked hot and sexy." "I always look hot and sexy." she sighed. "But I never acted like a complete whore before." "You acted like a cocktease." "All girls act like that." she smiled tiredly. "There must be something in me, some kind of raw, carnal whore that likes doing it with savages." "You acted pretty happy when I did you in your tent." he said. She blushed, the memory coming back to her. "I... I'd forgotten." "I didn't. I couldn't. You were one hot little number. I don't think you're changed much." "I don't understand why I let you do that, why I responded to you, or to them." "Your body responded. Hell, girl. Why fight it? So you enjoyed yourself. So what? Nobody else has to know." "But what about now? What about in future? Am I go- ing to drop my pants every time some guy looks sideways at me?" "Somehow I doubt it." he grinned. Another day, and several rides got them south of the river. Another day and they'd be back in town where he'd left his jeep. Kristen had continued to mope, though she didn't seem quite so bad. She was not at all the argumentative girl he'd traveled with before, for which he was ... grateful, and she hadn't remembered that he'd taken her in the village. Then the truck they were riding on stopped at a roadblock. There were a dozen soldiers standing around with their rifles. They demanded everyone's papers, and studied them carefully, gazing at the owners suspi- ciously. When Kristen was unable to produce any papers, she was ordered off the truck. Joe got down with her and the truck drove on. "Look, Captain..." "I am no speak to you!" "But I am the girl's guardian." "What means guardian? Are you husband?" "Well, no." "Are you b*****r or uncle or cousin." "No, but..." "Then shut you up." He turned to Kristen, his eyes examining her strange costume. "Why do you wear this?" "Uh... My clothes were lost in the river." "You get these from Bantu, yes?" "Uh... yes, I guess so." "Bantu are bad people. They fight against govern- ment. Where you see Bantu." "It was far north of the river in..." "I ask you? I not ask you!" the captain snapped. "Look, Captain, I can get her papers if..." Someone hit him on the back of the head with a rifle butt. When he came to, his guns and watch, and other valuables were gone. He was lying by the side of the road with nothing much more than his clothes. The roadblock and the soldiers were gone, and so was Kristen. He held his head, which throbbed with pain and gazed up and down the road furiously. Right on the fucking edge of town, he thought, viciously, thinking of the things he'd do to that Captain when he caught up with him. -=*=- ...