Almost Out of Africa - Sex Stories

Almost Out of Africa

... table, her bare white bottom shining at them. The agent dipped his finger once again into the can of grease and pulled it out, liberally coated with the yellowish goo. He stepped right up close to Susan's rump as if he intended to mount her. Placing his hand on one of her bare bum cheeks, he spread it to the side, exposing her puckered anus to the soldiers who had crowded close to watch. What happened next depended on who and where you were. From the agent's viewpoint, standing right behind the naked woman, all was right with the world. He was filled with feelings of power and lust. What a wonderful man he must be; able to order this American beauty to strip and then submit to these humiliating procedures. Trembling with sexual excitement, his eyes locked on Susan's asshole, he brought his greased finger towards its' intended target. He thrilled at the feeling of rubbery warmth as his fingertip lodged against her puckered rosebud. Pushing harder, the agent's long, black finger slid smoothly through Susan's clenching sphincter and on into the intimate, dark recesses of her rectum. He pushed the digit all the way in, until his fist was pressing up against Susan's ass crack, her anus gripping the base of his finger tightly. The soldiers crowded round, feasting their eyes on the obscene sight. From Susan's viewpoint, there wasn't much to see at all; only the stained leather top of the examination table and the bare wall beyond. For her, the experience was one of feelings. First, ...

... the feeling of exposure from the degrading position she was f***ed to assume, displaying her bare ass to a group of strange men. As she bent over and her ass cheeks separated, she could once more feel the humid air on her exposed anus. Next, she felt the agent's sweaty palm on her left buttock. Expecting worse, she got it. A warm, slimy object nudged against her anal opening, pushed hard, and slid on into her rectum. Susan's sphincter defensively tightened against the intruder, but the greasy finger was not to be denied. She could feel the man's knuckles as they glided past her clenching rosebud; and she found herself thinking absurdly that they hadn't even been properly introduced. She willed herself to lie there passively, with a tushy full of finger, waiting for it to be over. From Jim's viewpoint, there was nothing much to see or feel, except in his mind. He was vaguely aware of the people sitting patiently around him, the low murmur of African voices. He stared fixedly at the door to the back room, its' blank surface revealing nothing. He knew only that his wife was on the other side, in a room with five men, completely at their mercy. He couldn't help but knowing that the men would make Susan undress and inspect her naked body. The least he could hope for is that they would do nothing worse. It was painful enough to realize that his wife was probably nude on the other side of the door, the men seeing everything; but he was experiencing an even worse feeling. It was the ...