Huntress in search of headhunter As I traverse through the jungle each day, lost amidst theconcrete that weaves its way through out the city, I keep my eyes sharp, always in search of the hunter who can tame the horny beast that dwells deep within the well of my womb. As I stroll past average people who enjoy living in vanilla bliss I look into eyes that quickly turn from my gaze.
They sense a force within me that will devour them if they venture too close. My attire is such that I draw attention to myself. My dress is short, revealing strong sturdy legs.
My upper body is thick with large breasts protruding through the dress just asking to be kissed and touched. Only a confident man will go where a weak man won?t. Suddenly, I come upon beauty so rich in depth it takes my breath away. Ahead of me, standing strong and tall is a hunter. I can smell him from here. His smooth caramel coated body encases the legs of a hunter. He is a man who depends on his feet to carry him through life. I pause, watching the flock of darlings disguised as women surround him vying for his attention. I smile, knowing he?ll never stoop to the level of settling for weak winded prey such as that. This is a man who hunts the big game, big beautiful women like me. I resume my pace, and come abreast of this fine hunter. I?m please to see that up close he is nearly eye-to-eye to me. Slender with broad shoulders, a baldhead, and eyes the color of gold, like a lion. His physique is built for stamina, a man who can ride a big beautiful lady like me to ecstasy.
My heart flutters, my breath quickens, my nostrils flare, I smell the scent of a man who is all that I desire and more. I cut my eyes at him, stroll back the way I had come, as I get a few feet away I turn and look back and he catches my eye, we stare at each other for an endless moment. I communicate to him my desire to play him, now. The only emotion he displays is in his eyes, they open widely, and I sense a deep simmering force is waiting to be released. I look away and don?t turn back I stroll back to my humble abode in the concrete jungle. As I shake my mane of hair, I?m anticipating the playing that will take place soon. I replay the sight of the powerful lift to the hunters soft place that I saw, it makes me wet with desire. As I walk the street of the jungle I see other hunter who gaze at me, lust teasing from their eyes. They know not to approach me my body gives off the message of look but never ever touch. Suddenly, I feel a force next to me I look to see who is so bold as to invade my personal space.
Only the bold hunter sure of himself would approach me. Matching me step for step. We smile, look in to each other?s eyes we communicate our primal need to release forces that keep us bound to the earth. I smell him he?s got a deep musky scent. Like clean dirt, I want to wallow in it, rub it all over me I can?t wait to see how deep his love will go.
As we stalk back to my pad, weak darling prey, chitter and chatter, longing to replace either of us for the chance to ride on the wild side. Finally, we reach my abode, we enter the door and as soon as it shuts we pounce on each other. Clothes are ripped from our bodies. We come together so forcefully that we bounce off each other, our tongues find a haven with our mouths and clash, fighting to devour the other. The sound of our kissing echoes around us, my hands sink in to the smoothest skin, covering the hardest length known to man. I drop to my knees and bury my face in the loins of the hunter, he moans loudly I sniff, massaging his groin with my nose. The air from my breath heats up the whole area, causing his length to rise to a majestic length and width.
I sigh, in wonder sitting back on my haunches I gaze at the tool this hunter will use to bring me so much joy and pain. Giving honor to the hunter and his magnificent tool, I open my mouth and suck the head. All the nerve endings in the body meet right here, and I use all areas of my mouth to show how much he is appreciated. As I inch my way slowly down the shaft, the hunter is breathing erratically.
He?s grasped the hair on my head as a lifeline, holding on tight as I bob up and down on his thick hard shaft. He grunts loudly, letting loose pleas for me to never stop always suck his length with such force. Soon, I feel a gathering of forces in the hunter?s balls, he?s about ready to blow, with an ear splitting groan the hunter erupts. Huge gobs of his bittersweet essence pour forth from his length, almost drowning me with its force. I lean back to lessen the onslaught as it catches me in the face.
I rub it in my skin, loving the warm, sticky feel of the hunters? soul. As the force of the orgasm ebbs, the hunter, washes my face with his length, rubbing the head all over my face then feeling playful he hits me in the nose, the mouth, the chin.
His essence is dribbling drops of nectar in each place it touches. I give his tool a final suck, then I stand before him, head down, completely submissive to what ever he wants. Sweat is running profusely down my face and head. I?ve worked myself into a good lather. The hunter grasps my face between his large hands and gently kisses every drop of sweat, savoring it, quenching his thirst for me.
Taking him by the hand I lead him to my inner room, a place reserved only for me and who ever is blessed enough to enter it?s domain. The sun had crossed the sky while I was orally riding the hunter?s tool. In the deep dusk of my room, shadows displayed images that moved and jumped around the room. Only a fire made images dance like that. The warmth enveloped us as we entered. I lead this thick fine bowlegged man to my bed.
Laying my body down I spread my legs wide to show my hunter all that is his. So far no words have been spoken by either of us. We had used only our eyes and bodies to communicate what needed to be said. He flared his nostrils, taking in the rich scent of my thick, forested bush. I leaned up a little and opened it with my fingers I caressed it with the juices flowing from the excitement of his anticipated touch.
My bush made a slurping noise, it and me was ready for what ever the hunter had in mind to do.
As a dominant woman I love to be dominated by a man who can control me. He smiled, and stretched my legs further apart and buried his head in my bush. His tongue was so strong and sure, it was a flexible muscle, moving everywhere at once. Then suddenly he focused on the nub of flesh hidden deep under a layer of skin at the top of my kitty kat.
I froze. The feeling was so intense I screamed and grabbed his head to stop him. He shook me off and held my body still with his hand. I had to endure the orgasm his way. It spread through my body, making me shiver, thick cum flowed out of me. He slurped, toyed and savored every drop.
Thinking he was finished I started to move my legs. He snatched them back from me and plunged his tongue deep into my simmering well. Playing me with his tongue he brought me to a state of pleasure that had me screaming and moaning, begging him to stop and begging him to stay there fore ever.
He toyed all the juices flowing from my bush to my soft place off like ice cream. Suddenly I felt his tongue pushing open the door to my dark warmth. I jumped in surprise and tried to pull away. He pulled me back and thrust his tongue deep into the place no man had gone before. Working it around and in and out I felt pressure and pleasure unknown to me and I tried to get away and he held me tight with both hands cradling my hips. I was forced to experience a wilder ride than I?d ever taken.
His tongue was the wildest hardest tool ever to enter my body and I loved it. I creamed my way through too many points of pleasure. My hunter had pleased me so much that I had to reciprocate. Forcing him to move away from my quivering bushass, I turned over onto my knees and spread my legs and soft place as wide as I could. Then I reached back and opened my soft place cheeks, revealing the slippery canal he?d just tasted. But the hunter was more interested in the dark warmth he had opened with his tongue. He pushed his long thick finger into me.
I grasped it instinctively and sank my body down to the bed. He slowly stroked his finger back and forth. Grunting, he put another finger in my soaking wet bush. The penetration of both warmths at the same time had me beating the bed with my fist. Moaning because it just felt so good, and crying tears of pure joy. Yes, I had chosen my hunter well. He was all I had imagined him to be. Then I felt a thick, silky, steel force enter me.
It was so forceful that I fell flat on the bed. Laughing but not disengaging we got back into position and my sweet, strong hunter began to ride me. His strokes were deep and long, he spread my legs further to get more of him inside me. I had a vision of the thick long pole just going in and out of me and now I was living the dream. My hunter reached in front of me and pulls me back against his chest He toyed and sucked my ear. Then he took his length out of my softness and touched the rim of my sensitive place. I jumped in surprise. He blew warm air from his mouth into my ear, which relaxed me. I was so focused on the way his tongue made my bush wet that my sensitive place opened up and he slid himself up the dark canal of my soft place. At first the feel of him in that sacred of all places was so full and tight that I clenched my soft place tight. He held me close to his body and shushed me, massaged me and calmed me. It was as if he wanted to soft placeure me that he wouldn?t hurt me but wanted to please me. I put myself at his mercy. Feeling me relax he began to stroke me slowly, oh the wonderful pain and pleasure his movements caused in my body to feel. I tilted my soft place up so that more of him could go inside and this made him plunge deeper into me. Soon I was so relaxed that he could stroke his full length into me. His strokes got harder, and faster, my sensitive place had loosened up fully and I felt liberated. I matched him stroke for stroke. Moaning for more, he gave me more. Then holding my hips in both hands he started to slam into me.
I knew he was approaching his peak. So I opened my legs wider, pulled my soft place cheeks apart and begged him to play me so hard that I?d pass out with joy. His body became a human piston. All I could hear was his length slamming into my soft place. He was moaning ad grunting like an animal.
This turned me on and I clenched his length tight and he slammed into me one last time, pouring hot thick cum into my soft place. I shivered myself into one last orgasm as he came. His legs got weak and he fell on me to the bed. We laid there for a while, His length still deep in my soft place.
My bush poured juice onto the bed.
We had enjoyed our first but not last wild concrete jungle ride. |
