Erotic – Hot Stories

April 5, 2010

Erotic Hot Stories – Hostage Sex

My head hurts. Not a headache but like I’d banged it on something. I’m just waking up. I look around and have no idea where I am. It’s a room. A room made of cement blocks, it looks like. Painted or white washed somewhere in the past. Looks like maybe 15 feet or so by another fifteen feet. Concrete floor. I sit up. I’m naked. Completely naked. What the hell is this?

I look around. I’m sitting on a cot. Like a Boy Scout or Army cot, sort of x-shaped forms at the ends and in the middle with canvas stretched between. There are three of them. Just empty cots, no sheets or pillows or anything. There’s a window. I stand up. Shit, I almost fall over. Whatever happened to my head, I’m not over it. It’s a dirty window, glass, but a heavy mesh covering it on this side, fastened to the wall. I look out and can see I’m on the second floor in what looks like a very poor neighborhood.

There’s a white bucket in the corner. A fairly big bucket, probably five gallons. I go over and look. It smells. I began to realize, this is the bathroom. It’s been emptied but it’s held piss and shit, it’s still smeared with it a little. What the hell is this? There’s a door. I go over to it and grab a metal door knob. Locked, won’t budge. I’m locked up. Naked. What is this?

I sit down on the cot again. Why am I locked up? Where am I? Well, I’m probably in Cali, Columbia. That’s where I was before this happened. When did this happen? How long have I been here? I think about it. Logic says, I got conked and brought here. I probably wouldn’t be out more than a few hours. It’s probably Wednesday, that’s what it was last I remember.

I’m a TV camera man. Union. Work in L.A. Free lance but I work all the time, the studios just don’t have to pay me medical or retirement benefits that way. This producer, Joel, a really good producer, planned to shoot a documentary in Columbia and asked me to be the camera man. He praised my work, said I was exactly who he needed. So I came here. Came from the airport to the hotel and checked in with him and Marie, sort of a gofer and maybe his pump on the side, and Walter, the sound man.

I was supposed to meet them in two hours and decided to go out and walk around a little. I speak not a word of Spanish, I couldn’t go far or I’d get lost, I knew that. And now I’m here. I’ve heard of people being kidnapped for ransom. Is that me? Is Joel expected to pay some big ransom for me? I hope not because it sure isn’t in the budget, which is pretty tight, as usual. If I’m not there what does he do? Report it to the police? To the American consulate, if there is one? I think there’s been a mistake. I get up and go over and knock on the door and yell out loud, “Hello!, Hello!, Anyone!”

And I wait. Nothing happens. I yell again and pound on the door. Nothing. I go back and sit down. What is this? What should I do? I lay down. I think I fall asleep. I hear a noise and wake up, sit up. The door is being pushed open. I get up and take a step toward it. There’s a really bad looking dude standing there with some unusual machine gun or something and he waves at me to step back.

When I was a kid, I had a .22 rifle and went out with a buddy and we shot at bottles and cans. We did it a lot, were sure we knew what we were doing, always shooting into a hill. And we never got into any trouble. But this thing isn’t a .22 rifle. My guess is it’s what I’ve heard of as an UZI, some sort of automatic machine gun kind of thing. Whatever, I have no intention of doing anything to get this ugly guy to shoot me, so I stop and just stand there. A small, middle aged woman sort of looks around his waist at me, then disappears back again and a hand, hers I guess, reaches between his legs and slides a plate and plastic water bottle on the floor, into the room. The hand disappears and the dude pulls the door shut and I can hear it lock again.

It’s a metal plate. Looks like beans and some sort of tortilla, or a slightly thick tortilla kind of thing. The bottle appears to have been opened and resealed, probably refilled with tap water. There’s also a spoon. No knife, no fork, just a spoon. A metal spoon. I feel the plate, it’s fairly hot so the food must be hot. Is this poison? Do I eat it? Does it have some weird truth serum in it? What the hell, I better eat and worry about it later. It’s actually pretty good. Back in LA I always liked refried beans like they have in Mexican restaurants and this is a little like that. Well, not refried maybe but tastes a little like it.

I don’t know how long I’m here. Twice more the ugly dude has come back and the little lady pulls away my old plate and gives me another. So I’d guess it’s been a day anyway. I mean, I’m naked. No watch. I’ve thought about it and I suspect the reason I’m naked is so I can’t escape. I mean, I have no money, no identification, can’t speak Spanish and I’m in Columbia where everyone speaks Spanish. Or maybe it’s just to make them feel superior to me, or maybe to make me feel inferior to them. Whatever, it’s working. I’m upset. I have no idea what’s happening. This is all some very, very weird thing that I don’t want as part of my life experience.

When the dude shows up I talk, try and ask him why I’m here? What can I do to get out? Nothing. Not a word back. He probably doesn’t understand anything I’m saying. Then a knock on the door and a voice with an accent like Ricardo Montalban on that TV show where he and the little dude are on an island and the plane comes in, says. “Robert, you’ve been kidnapped and we’ve asked for your TV people to pay us.” I yell back, “They won’t pay, they have no money for this in the budget. This is all a mistake.” It’s quiet for a moment. “Then your government will have to pay” the voice says. “Who can I talk to?” I yell out but I never hear another word.

I do sit ups and push ups, naked on a rather dirty floor. I have no tooth paste or tooth brush, no soap or water, no clothes, no hair brush or comb. Can’t shave. Well, blond beards grow slower at least, I probably don’t look all that bad. What else can I do? Nothing to read. Might as well stay in some kind of shape. The armed ugly dude comes back over and over, the identical food comes over and over. It isn’t horrible food but a little variety would help. I use the bucket when I need to and the room smells like it. My guess is that’s it’s been four days.

The door opens. The ugly dude is there but it’s not meal time yet, I know. He’s holding a naked female, a very good looking naked female. With one of his arms holding her, he beckons me to him with the other hand. When I get close enough, he just shoves the naked woman at me. I catch her by putting my arms around her and holding her. I discover that holding a limp body, even though she’s much smaller than me, isn’t easy. Part of the problem is, I’m naked, holding a really lovely female body tightly against me and it’s down right arousing. My erection presses against her.

I move one hand and arm down around her butt. She has a terrific butt, firm yet soft on the outside. I’m 6’1″ and she’s probably something like 5’3″, so I hold her against me with her head on my shoulder and her feet well off the ground. I sort of stagger back some and get next to a cot, lean over and slowly lower her onto it. She’s not fully on it so I have to grab her butt and move it over a little and rearrange her legs and arms. Finally she’s laying on her back on the cot. Two of us now, locked in this room.

She’s a blonde. A beautiful blonde. Pretty face. An absolutely gorgeous body. Lovely enough to be in movies. The kind of body a sculptor would love to have model for him. Nice breasts. Not huge and pendulous. But even laying down they keep some roundness to them, lovely nipples staring at me. Fairly large nipples. Small waist. Stomach has a slight pooch or roundness but is very firm. A noticeable scar on her belly is the only thing short of perfection. I bet she works out. Great legs, nicely shaped. Rather thinner thighs that most women, she really does work out, I guess. And a bare pussy. Shaved probably. No way to tell if she’s really as blond as her head hair. But overall a really lovely, sexy woman. I go sit on my cot and look at her, waiting for her to wake up. I still have a hard on.

I can remember in high school, a bunch of us guys were lieing to each other, making claims for how great we were and when we got into some made-up story about being naked with a beautiful girl, I said that when it happened to me, I’d sure know what to do. Maybe I even believed it when I said it but probably not. I didn’t know diddly about what to do with a girl. I mean, I knew that fucking was pushing your dick into her cunt but nothing else. In fact, I remained ignorant longer than I should, even after my first couple actual fucks. I remember in college actually ending up naked in bed with the sexiest girl I’d ever seen in my life up to then also naked. I climbed on her and fucked her and as I pumped away she looked at me without a smile and said “Merry Christmas.” I never got another date with her.

I slowly learned to consider the girl and make sure she got something out of it, too. One girl taught me to eat her. Really taught. She insisted that I lick her and then told me each time exactly what to do. She had great orgasms as a result. She also gave great blow jobs. But we didn’t last. I couldn’t stand being ordered around all the time. Eventually I met and dated Diane. It took a few dates but then the sex was the best I’d ever had. I guess she felt the same way because three months later she moved in. We’ve lived together for about nine months now. And I know I’m much better at being a lover after living with a girl full time.

And as lovely as Diane is, this beautiful, naked blond laying here is as sexy as anyone possibly can be. The trick is, will she feel the same about me?

It takes a couple hours and she comes to. She sees me and spouts out a minutes worth of sound, all in some foreign language that I don’t understand at all. She’s sitting up and looks as if she’s angry at me. I say, “I’m American. Sorry, but I only speak and understand English.”

She stares at me for a moment and then says, “I have little English. Who are you?”

“My name is Robert. I was kidnapped. Hit over the head and woke up here. I think you’ve probably been kidnapped, too. They probably are asking for some ransom.”

“Why are we naked. Where is this?”

“Naked. Well, I guess it’s so we can’t escape. Naked with no ID and no money. Maybe it’s to make us feel inferior to them or something, too. I think this room is on the second floor of a building in Cali, the poor part of Cali. The window has strong mesh over it. The door is locked. The bucket over there is the bathroom and why this place smells like it does. They bring some beans and tortillas every once in a while so they seem to want to keep us alive.”

“How long have you been here?”

“I think it’s been four days.”

With that she just sits there for a couple minutes, looking around and looking back at me every once in a while. “My name is Veronica,” she says. “My husband is here working on some deal involving oil for the Czech Republic. I imagine the governments will get involved in this.”

She gets up and walks to the window and looks out. Moving, she’s even more beautiful. Perfect body. I can’t help it, I’ve got at least an half erection, maybe more. When she turns away from the window I feel like she’s just looking at my cock and I think there’s a slight smile. “How did you get here?” she asks.

“I’m a television camera man. I came with three others to do a TV documentary for a U.S. network. The day I got here I walked out of my hotel and woke up here. I doubt if the TV people will come up with any large ransom amount, I can only hope our government gets involved or I could be here a long time.”

“Do you have a wife waiting for you?”

“No but I have a girl friends that’s been living with me.”

“You miss her?”

“Yeah, very much.”

“I have a husband and two children. I miss them, too. My children will worry. My husband will probably find a woman some how. He needs sex a couple times a day. Which is just as well because so do I. Just thinking about it makes me need some.”

She walks by me and sits on the next cot, facing me, her feet on the floor. She spreads her legs and reaches down with one hand and starts fingering her pussy. She stares at me as she does this. Her other hand goes to one of her breasts. She pulls on her nipple, which gets smaller and harder. Her finger has slid into her sex and she’s starting to move it, rubbing fast, back and forth. And she stares at me.

This is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in my life. I kneel on the floor between her legs. “Can I help?”

“I hope so,” she answers. I lean to her and use my hands to pull her pussy lips apart and lean down and forward more to get my mouth and tongue to her. She moves her hand out of the way. I can see, moving my eyeballs to look up, that she has hold of her other breast now, too. I start licking up and down in her slit. Her pussy is as gorgeous as the rest of her. Licking up and down, it’s like my tongue is in a warm, wet valley between her lips. I push my tongue into her vagina and then lick up and move my tongue back and forth on her clit. Her clit grows as I work on it. I take two fingers of one hand and slide them into her vagina and start sucking on her clit, pulling on it a little with my lips. I move my fingers in and out, finger fucking her and work my tongue and lips more and more on her clit. She starts moaning.

I pull back and look up at her. She obviously feels that I’m not licking and looks down at me. I put my finger over my lips, indicating to be quiet, and say “Shh” and point at the door. She nods and I start licking again. She still makes some noise but it’s muffled a lot. I can feel her cumming. She gets much wetter. I pull my fingers out and try to suck her whole pussy into my mouth, tasting her juices. She pulls on my hair and I sit up and get my very erect cock aimed at her vagina. She nods and looks like she’s mouthing “Da Da Da”. I push into her and she exhales and gets a big dreamy smile on her face.

Almost whispering she says, “Don’t finish in me, finish in my mouth.”

She’s really tight. Her insides grasp my cock. Really, really great fuck. It’s been almost a week since I last fucked. I know I can’t last real long. Her insides start contracting, pulsing on me as I’m inside her I pump into her over and over and I feel I’m about to cum and pull back. She does almost a flip on that little cot and ends up laying on her side, her mouth right at the level of my cock. She grabs it with one hand and pulls it to her and slides it into her mouth. She licks and sucks on it and gets her other hand back around on to my butt, holding me to her. She sucks hard, I can feel it pulling my sperm out of me. I start ejaculating, shot after shot. She doesn’t lose a drop. She continues to suck on me after I’m done for a few seconds and then leans back some and looks up at me, her one hand still on my butt, her other holding my very red cock. “A good start” she says, giving me a dirty grin.

She’s been here maybe two hours and three quarters of that she was knocked out. And this is only a start? Well, what the hell. I lay her back some and get my hands and mouth to her breasts, getting ready to start working down her body. I figure when I get to it, I’ll eat her until I can get it up again and maybe next time we’ll last longer. I lean down and kiss her, can taste my cum in her mouth as we trade tongues. I kiss her neck her shoulders, telling her how beautiful she is and what a great body she has. “I’m going to feast on you as long and as often as you’ll let me,” I tell her as I kiss down over her stomach. She spreads her legs and moves her knees back almost to her shoulders to give me room. I spread her open with my fingers and kiss her, tongue her.

“You’re the tightest pussy I’ve ever been in,” I murmur to her as I get ready to start licking and sucking. I lick up and down in her slit. Tasty, still wet from the fucking. I love it. I lick and lick, push my tongue into her, nibble with my lips on her clit.

“I’m very small down there,” she says. “My babies were Cesarian and my husband isn’t as thick or as long as you and he’s the only one that’s been there before. I knew I had to try you as soon as I saw your thing.” And then she’s too busy moaning lightly in enjoyment of my licking her to say any more.

I’ve spent a lot of time eating pussy. If she’s like at least a couple girls I’ve been with, she’ll be happy to have me working on her for as long as I’m willing to keep tasting her. If I don’t finger fuck her or work to hard on her clit I can keep her into something like a very small orgasm for a long, long time. And that’s what I do. One of her legs is over my shoulder now, the other stretched out on the cot. I’m kneeling on the floor with her butt pulled almost off the canvas. I’m comfortable and so is she. I love what I’m doing and from her muffled sounds, so does she.

What interrupts us is the sound of footsteps outside the door. I leap back from her and sit on the next cot. I indicate for her to sit up. She’s got a questioning look on her face and I point at the door. It unlocks and the ugly dude with the big gun is there and the little woman behind him slides two trays and two water bottles through his legs into the room and the door closes and locks again. It makes me realize that I’ve never actually got a good look at the woman, I don’t even know if it’s always the same one.

“Our regular food delivery” I tell Veronica as I take a few steps and pick up the plates. I give one to her and set the other on the cot. I then pick up the water bottles and set them on the cot. have almost a full erection, built up while I was eating her.

“I think I’d rather eat what I see,” she says, staring at my cock.

“I plan on getting back to eating you in a couple minutes,” I say to her, “but we only get food when they give it to us so we better eat it while we can.”

We both just ate the beans with an occasional swig of water. “I really loved what you were doing to me,” she says. “My husband has never spent that long down there. So I’d like more of that. But I love having a man’s thing in my mouth. It’s just so sexy somehow, it’s shape, it’s taste. And my husband has always loved for me to do that to him. So maybe we can do both. You can get your mouth to me and I can get my mouth to you. I’ve never done that but it seems to me that it should work.”

“I’m sure it will work,” I tell her. “You’re a lot shorter than me so I’ll have to lift my head up some, probably hold onto your beautiful ass. I should be on the bottom, you sort of sitting on me.”

She gives me a big grin, sets her plate, almost empty now, to the side and stands up and takes a couple steps over to me. She starts pushing on me to lay back, so I set my plate on the floor and lay on my back on the cot. She straddles the cot and me and moves to get above my face. Then she lifts one knee up and puts it to the side of my face, then the other, and sits down some, lowering her pussy onto me. I get my tongue out and aim it into her and start licking what I can.

She bends forward and grasps my cock with her hand. She leans forward to get her mouth to me, which lifts her pussy away from me. I can feel her hand holding the base of my cock and her lips around the head, her tongue licking me. But now her pussy is maybe six inches away from me. I grab her butt with my hands and use that to help me lift my head up and forward until I can get my face back at her pussy. In no time, we’re each working away on the other, although this is not a good, long term position for me.

She slurps and sucks on me, I lick her, try and work on her clit as much as I can. She lifts her head up, sitting back so I can get my tongue to her easier. “I love this thing of yours. What do you call it in English?”

“Cock.”

“Cock,” she says as she lifts off me and moves around to straddle me again but headed in the other direction. “That’s a word they never taught us in English class in school.” She gets right above my cock and gets it against her pussy and moves back and forth a little, rubbing it against her, then starts sitting down, taking me up into her. “Aah,” she almost moans, “I knew I wanted this as soon as I saw it. But I don’t have pills here so let me know before you, uh, erupt is it?”

I don’t even answer because she starts bouncing on me, leaning back and forth and moving up and down some, giving my cock a real work out as she tries to work it fully into her. She’s so tight I’m surprised it feels that good to her, it should hurt some. But she finally sits on me, taking all of me inside her, and grins down at me. I reach up to hold a breast and tweak the nipple as she starts slowly riding me, leaning forward some and moving her hips back and forth, sliding herself on my cock.

She obviously enjoys all the feelings as she moves herself on my cock. She looks up and maintains a big smile on her face. As she gets more and more aroused and starts moving faster I move my hand to start diddling on her clit. She looks down at me with a stare as if she’s in a trance and starts bouncing on me as fast and hard as she can. Her mouth falls open as her insides start flexing on my cock. Her movements slow down and she finally gives a low moan as I can feel her vaginal muscles rippling on my cock and she emits more fluid. She stops and sits on me and looks at me and has a big grin on her face.

I start sitting up, finally make it up so she’s sitting on my lap. my cock still in her, her legs around me. I have to use an arm to help push me up but I stand. I hold her butt to keep her in position and she helps by wrapping her arms around me and trying to lock her legs on my hips. I take a few steps to get to the door, the smoothest part of the cement block walls. I press her against the wall to help hold her up so I can start fucking her seriously, shoving my cock up into her and then backing off and shoving up again. It’s as if she’s almost supported only by my cock. She drops slightly as I ease back and I lift her by shoving my cock into her. Over and over and over. I feel as if I could fuck forever. I’m grunting, she’s grunting. Fortunately the door is very solid and isn’t rattling on its hinges.

I don’t know how long I last, it seems to me to be a long time, just animal fucking, no romance or tenderness involved. I can feel the beginnings of my cumming starting to build. “I’m going to cum,” I tell her and pull back and out. As I do this, she slides down my body some, gets her feet under her but slides on down onto her knees and grabs my cock and gets her lips around it. I would think she’s be worn out, I am, from all that fucking but she’s sucking on me like she really needs it. And she gets it. I start shooting into her mouth. I can hear her breathing as she gulps or swallows, still sucking. When my last dribbles come out, she licks and cleans my red, sore cock and then sits back a little. She’s sitting on the floor, her back against the door, her feet on the floor, her legs bent and spread so I can see her pussy, also red and glistening.

She looks at me with a grin on her face. “Now that was perfect. That was more than I’ve ever got before from Val, my husband. I hope we can do that again.”

“Not for awhile,” I say. “I’m worn out.”

“So am I,” she replies, still sitting on the floor with her leaky pussy on display. “Later. I couldn’t handle it right now.”

I lay on a cot, recuperating. She gets up off the floor and lays on another cot. I think we may both fall asleep. When I finally feel slightly recovered, I pick up the metal plates and spoons and put them near the door so they can be collected when they bring the next food. I get the bucket and bring it to the door, hoping they’ll take it and empty it when they next come. It also enters my mind that maybe the smell of our waste, piss and shit, at the door might mean they won’t be able to smell the remnants of our sex. It’s entered my mind that someone of our captors had to be aroused by Veronica naked, enough to want to fuck her, rape her, so I’d just as soon not get them thinking of sex. That’s both to protect her but also to keep her here for me to enjoy.

Maybe four hours later the armed ugly dude showed up to open the door and we got two meals. Well, two plates of beans. I managed through sign language to get him to pull the bucket through the door, which he then closed. I’m assuming they’ll soon bring the bucket back. Which they do. Looking in it, it’s obvious that all they did was empty it, not wash it. But at least it’s not quite as odorous as it had been.

I think the meal gave Veronica more energy because once she finished she came over to me and started sucking me, I guess as a form of dessert. She’s really a very good cocksucker. Maybe not in technique but in the way she enjoys it so much, really loves doing it and must relish the taste or food value of cum because she never loses a drop. To repay her for that I start working my way over her body, kissing and licking and feeling. She has a truly sexy body. I end up back at her delicious pussy, which is starting to have a very slight stubble. If she stays here long enough, I might see enough pubic hair to discover whether she’s really blonde or not. Actually, I know she is. Maybe not quite as blonde as her hair is now but there are no dark roots showing up. However, it’s only been a couple days.

Once she’s all juicy and orgasmic, I stand her up leaning against the wall, legs spread some, and get into her from the rear, reaching around to play with her breasts as I fuck her. She cums over and over before I do. I help some by moving a hand down to diddle her clit some. Finally we’re back laying on our cots, sated for the moment. At least I am, I’m not sure she ever is.

This pattern goes on for, I think, eleven more meals. That’s, what, maybe five days we’ve been fucking? It’s weird to measure time in meals instead of hours but that’s what’s available. Maybe an hour after the last meal, when she has my cock in her mouth, we hear movement at the door and she pulls off and sits back and we both watch the door open. The ugly armed dude is there plus another armed guy and they point at me and motion for me to come. They lead me down stairs and out a back door into what must be a car port or something similar. They load me into the trunk of a car and slam the lid.

I lay there in the dark wondering what was going to happen now. Am I getting freed? And then I hear noises and the trunk lid opens and they’re back with Veronica and it’s obvious she’s to climb into the trunk, too. Just with her hands she indicates I should roll onto my back, so I do. She climbs in, head to toe and lays on me as the lid slams shut. I’m on my back, my knees bent and splayed out slightly. Her head is right at my cock. She has hold of my cock and is starting to lick it. In the dark, I reach up and get hold of her butt cheeks and realize her pussy has to be right there so I pull my head up a little and start licking her.

The drive is bumpy. I can feel her teeth hitting my groin occasionally and my nose and mouth get jammed against her often. I have to admit, my mind isn’t feeling very sexy and I don’t give her as good an eating out as I should. She doesn’t seem to have that problem, she sounds as if she’s loving it all, slurping and sucking on me. However, she cums before I do, so I must have done something right. It’s a long enough ride that I would have fallen asleep but it’s impossible as we get bounced around so much. She never really leaves my cock alone. Her actions vary a little but she does something with her fingers or mouth all the time we’re riding. We finally stop and the lid opens. The sun seems unusually bright. I should have an erection, which could be embarrassing being marched at gun point, naked, but I think she had drained all possibility of an erection out of me by then.

We’re in some form of camp. Perhaps a dozen small buildings, or shacks, all pretty much under tree cover. Probably not easily visible from above in an airplane. Outdoor fireplace or cooking spot, sort of like a back yard barbecue we could have at home, except this one isn’t powered by gas or electric. We’re led to one of the shacks.

It’s slightly smaller than the room we used to be in. Dirt floor. Wood frame with some boards nailed on to form walls. Not very solid walls, we can see out between them. I’m sure we could break out except what do we do then, naked in an unknown location? Hammocks instead of cots. With all the concern about being hostages and wondering what might happen, Veronica’s first reaction as the door closes behind us is, “How do we have sex in hammocks?”

I have to smile. “I’m sure you’ll figure out a way, Veronica.” And, of course, she does.

People have been using hammocks for centuries and lots of kids have been born so it certainly is possible to have sex. You have to be a little more careful and not get unbalanced. And, of course, it’s still possible to fuck standing up or on dirt floors. So it turns out that sex is not an impossible problem. We both end up with dirty knees from eating each other and some dirt on our backs but we also probably had the woven pattern of the hammocks pressed into various parts of our body from fucking in them.

We’re there something like a week when they come and take Veronica away. I could see out through the walls that they put some clothes, look like Army fatigues, on her, blind fold her and sit her in a car. The same one we came in, I think. An older Toyota. Then drive away. I lay in my hammock. In a couple hours a woman brings my regular plate of beans and a bottle of water. She’s one that I’ve seen sort of hanging around outside, one of my guards I guess. Maybe I’m going stir crazy or maybe I’m just horny but in my mind she’s the best looking one I’ve seen, peeking out through the walls. Sort of small and trim, Dark hair, of course, like everyone it seems like around here. Maybe not a beautiful face but an open, friendlier one than some. I’ve seen her smile at others on occasion. Looks like she might even bathe, unlike some of the guys I’ve seen. A really grungy, dirty bunch of people. The armed ugly dude is at this camp now. He helped load Veronica into the car.

I finish my beans and lay down on the hammock, wondering what is going to happen. Am I ever going to get out of this? I wonder what happened to Veronica. Did she get back to her husband? The female that brought me the beans comes back in. She comes towards me and starts to talk. She sounds like she’s being friendly, not angry. I sit up and get my feet on the floor. “Sorry. No habla espanol.” I’m sure my accent is horrible, I really don’t know this language at all. “I only speak English.”

She looks at me like she’s worried, trying to figure out how to say what she’s trying to tell me. She steps out of her thongs or whatever those shoes made of old tires are called. She unfastens her belt and drops her fatigue-type pants and steps out of them. She unbuttons her shirt and shrugs out of it. No bra. She’s standing there just in underpants. She has a very nice body. Very trim, probably not an ounce of fat. Not huge breasts at all but they’re real, nicely shaped, standing up proud, look good on her. Dark nipples, almost black. Her whole body is brown. She says something else. I stand up and she doesn’t back off an inch. I shrug, I don’t know what she’s trying to say to me but she’s very attractive, almost naked. She takes her hands and starts pushing her panties down, steps out of them. She has black pubic hair, although it looks as if she’s trimmed it. It’s not a huge, wild patch but very neat looking.

She says something and then reaches with her hand and touches my lips and then moves her hand to her breasts. Then she touches my lips again and then reaches down and touches her pussy. Then she touches my cock and then touches her pussy again. I think I understand what she was saying. She’s watched Veronica and I and she wants to experience the same as I did with Veronica. So I smile and I touch my cock and then touch her lips. She grins real big and shakes her head ‘yes” saying something I did understand, “Si, Si”.

So I point at me and say, “Robert” and then point at her. She grins again and says, at least I think she says, “Evita” but it’s with an accent and said quickly. I step closer and put my arms around her and lean down a little, she’s as short as Veronica was, and she looks up and I kiss her. As we kiss I run my hands down her back onto her butt and press her close against me. When we break our kiss, I put my arms under her arms and lift her a little, turn and place her on a hammock, her butt on the hammock. I start lowering myself as I kiss her shoulders. I get a hand to each of her breasts and feel them gently, moving to play with her nipples a little as I kiss down onto her breasts.

After kissing and licking and sucking on her breasts, I work my mouth down across her stomach. Interesting, she’s sitting there but she’s so firm there are no rolls on her stomach, she’s really fit. Then I kiss onto her legs, using my hands to spread them more open. I kiss on the inside of one thigh and then the other and then look at her pussy. I use both hands to pull her open some. Pink and glistening inside. She might be a rebel and my guard but she’s all female. I lean forward and start licking her. Once my tongue is in her, I use my hands to get one leg over my shoulder and push the other one into a further spread, stretching her pussy open to me as much as possible.

I then go to work on her as I had Veronica and before that, Diane and before that, others. I used everything I’d ever learned to get her into not just one orgasm but at least three before I stood up some so I could aim my cock at her pussy and start pushing my way in. She made lots of small sounds, almost mewing like a cat, but no loud noises up to now. She’s tight, as tight as Veronica. I’m sure she’d fucked before but not a whole lot. I almost expected to break a hymen she’s so tight. Her little mews turned into moans and I’d think I was hurting her but she was pushing her hips at me as much as she could, laying back across a hammock.

Once I was fully in her and pulled back slightly and pushed in again, her moans got jerky and I could feel her insides grabbing me, she was having another orgasm. I moved slowly for about three pumps and then started speeding up a little and making longer and longer strokes. She was “Ugh, ugh” with each stroke. Her hands were at each side, grasping the hammock netting. I started really pounding into her. Se had another orgasm and made a very small scream, enough that I wondered if anyone outside could hear. But I kept pounding into her. I planned to keep it up until I came. Which I finally did but I bet I fucked her for ten minutes. I didn’t pullout. I shot into her and she made no indication that she wanted anything other than that.

Finally I pulled out and backed up and sat on the other hammock, looking at her. She actually hugged herself and looked at me with what was definitely a friendly smile. She sat up and said something and all I could do was shrug because I had no idea what she said. She turned some and laid back on the hammock and reached at me, bending her fingers, asking me to join her. So I went to her and carefully climbed onto the hammock so we faced each other. She put her arms around me and I did the same for her and we held each other, just enjoying our naked bodies against one another.

We held each other long enough that I was beginning to wonder if she had fallen asleep but then she moved a hand to get down between us and she started feeling my cock. My sticky (with her juices) and wilted cock. She kept fingering it and sort of playing with it until I felt as if maybe it could actually get up again. She’s obviously more experienced with these hammocks than I am because I barely felt any change and she was off and standing and leaning over to get her mouth as well as her fingers to my cock. She licks up and down, gets it in her mouth and sucks on it, cleaning it up and managing to get it up and aroused again. She stays with it a while, bobbing her head and sucking me really good.

Then she looks up at me and grins and does something that Veronica and I never quite managed. She’s sitting on me getting my cock aimed up into her and starting to ride me. I manage to reach and take her breasts in my hands and massage them and tweak her nipples as she rides me harder and faster. We go at it on and on. She leans forward some, leans back some, speeds up, slows down, but rides me and rides me. I know she’s having orgasms. I can feel her insides rippling on me and I can feel her juices running onto me. After another orgasm she stops, lifts off and moves off and leans over and gets her mouth and hand to my cock again. She uses her lips and mouth and fingers to really masturbate me, work me towards shooting off again. I finally do and she swallows every drop, doesn’t even have a single drop run out of her mouth. She pulls her head back once I’m finished and she sort of looks up and I can see her throat move as she swallows the last mouthful. Then she leans over me again, kisses me on the lips, steps back and starts getting dressed. Once all her clothes are on, she leaves.

I get up and look out but by then it had gotten dark and I can’t see. Out here in the boondocks when it gets dark, it’s seriously dark. No electricity, no lights. Sometimes I can see a fire, sometimes not.

The next three evenings, Evita comes in after I’ve eaten and we sort of repeat the first night. Actually it changes a little, she sucks me off first, then I eat her and by the time I’m done I’m up again and we fuck. Then one evening she doesn’t come in. A man delivers my meal. The next morning a different girl delivers my plate of beans. I’d never seen her before and didn’t think much about it. About twenty minutes later, after I’d had time to eat the food, she came back. She said something sort and quick and then paused, looking at me, knowing I didn’t understand her. Then she just said, “Evita.”

With that, she kicked off her floppies, lowered her pants, unbuttoned and remover her shirt and is standing there like Evita, in only panties. This girl was similar to Evita in that she was slim and trim, all muscle. Black hair. But larger breasts. Noticeably larger breasts. If she ever grows into them she’ll end up heavy because they need a big body to support them. Then off come her panties and she, too, has black pubic hair. Like Evita, it is trimmed, probably just with scissors or maybe even a knife, but definitely trimmed back from what it would be naturally. She says, “Delores.”

I say, “Robert” and step to her to kiss her. She’s been to town or had some different background because her tongue was in me right away as we kissed, something Evita never did. As we kiss I reach around to feel her ass and she reaches between us to grab hold of my cock. If I wasn’t erect before then, I became so quickly. And almost as quickly, she’s on her knees starting to try and swallow my cock. She doesn’t fool around at all, no licking and kissing, just suck it as hard as possible and make me cum. I think she’s done this before. There’s nothing tentative, she’s ready to swallow cum. I imagine I taste a lot like beans by now since that’s all I’ve eaten for several weeks. Whatever, she finds out. In fact, she does leak a little, unlike Evita. Some stray drops come out of the side of her mouth but she keeps on sucking until I quit emitting anything. Then her tongue comes out and captures the strays and pulls them back in so she can swallow it all.

The onto the hammock where I start to work my way down her body, spending a fair amount of time on those magnificent breasts. I softly tell her how great they are as I feel and kiss and suck on them. Then on down her body, onto her legs and then to her pussy, which is where she really wanted me all along. I think Evita gave her a sales talk on what I could do because she’s really ready. She starts having orgasms almost as soon as my tongue starts on her. But I persevere and give her as good a pussy licking as I’m capable of. She has orgasm after orgasm before I straighten up some and shove myself into her. She’s not as tight as Evita but tight enough for a good fuck. And very orgasmic. It’s like she never stops. Are hers as good as someone that has fewer? I’ll never know. When I finally cum, she has her legs wrapped around me, holding me to her. I lean down and kiss her breasts. She lets me go, gets off the hammock and starts getting dressed. She’s been serviced, which is what she wanted, I guess.

That evening Evita is back, says something I don’t understand but since it ends with “Delores” I know what she’s asking so I nod yes and say “Si”. Sex with Evita is better than with Delores because she seems to need it more, enjoy it more. Delores is just getting her fix, like a sex junky. Anyway, for a week or so, it’s Evita in the evening, Delores in the morning.

Then one morning when Delores leaves there are several people outside. I can hear yelling. I try to look through the slots and holes in the wall and I can see it’s a man, a man with a mustache, who’s arguing with Delores. I hear the name Evita and then she’s there, too. And she’s arguing with the man. Fifteen minutes or so later he slams open the door, yells at me something I don’t understand and tosses some clothes at me. Army fatigue type clothes plus those flip-flops made from tires. I get dressed and he hauls me out and into the same old Toyota.

I don’t know whether I’m about to be shot for messing with his women or what. I’m not blind folded, though. I can see the jungle or forest we’re going through and then into the outskirts of a town and then on into a large city, lots of traffic. I’m about ready to jump out and make a run for it when the car stops and he turns to me and gruffly shouts at me, indicating to open the door. So I do and I get out. The car drives away. I’m free. But where am I.

I look around and on the window of the door right behind me I see writing in English. It’s the American consul. So I open the door and walk in and a very interesting several days starts. They’re as surprised to see me as I am them and just as happy as I am about it. I’ve apparently been on the news, they’ve been trying to find a way to get me back and here I am. No money was ever paid. I think I got kicked out because they didn’t want me fucking their women. Fucking them better than they did, apparently. I’m surprised I didn’t get shot. But in lots of interviews on the news I never, ever even hinted at any sex between me and anyone. My being with Veronica was raised, of course, but no one brought up the subject of sex and neither did I. We were just both prisoners of the same group of rebels.

I’m back with Diane and the sex is better than ever. She missed me. I told her how much I missed her and never mentioned anything about sex with anyone else. But when I get the chance, I think I’d like to get to Prague and visit Veronica again. Maybe relive old times.

END

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