Almost Out of Africa - Sex Stories

Almost Out of Africa

... feeling of being shut out, of being the only one involved who couldn't see her. Jim was somewhat ashamed of his desire to witness Susan's humiliation, but he couldn't deny the feeling, it was too powerful. Though he didn't know it, it was also a perfectly natural reaction to his situation. Those men did not deserve to be getting any free peeks or feels of his wife. Only her husband should be allowed such liberties, if any man should. His place was being usurped, and he felt it keenly. Back inside the room, the greedy customs agent had now had his finger up Susan's fundament for several minutes. He could feel the heat of her body radiating through her intestines as if he were taking her rectal temperature. Reluctantly, he pulled his finger slowly out of the woman's clinging anus. It exited with a soft, wet pop, which draw a chuckle from the soldiers. 'About time' thought Susan, flooded with relief. Apart from being extremely inappropriate, the anal intrusion had not been particularly painful; but her back and legs were now aching from holding the awkward position for so long. What was making her most uncomfortable at the moment however, was a pressing need to pee. Without asking permission she slowly straightened up, relieving the pain in her back and legs, and turned to face her tormentor. She was past caring about their seeing her nakedness, she just wanted to finish up and get to a bathroom. &#034I didn't say you could get up&#034, snapped the agent. &#034One more man has ...

... to perform the rectal search&#034, he explained, indicating the soldier who had not yet laid a hand on her. Disbelief and rage flashed through her, but she quickly suppressed her emotions, determined to reveal nothing to the enemy. In a calculated act of rebellion, she actually took a step closer to the agent, her bare body only inches from his clothed one. Staring him right in the eye, she stated in a calm but steely voice that would brook no refusal: &#034I need to go to the toilet, now!&#034 Taken totally off guard, the agent felt intimidated by the angry, naked woman. He might even have let her dress and leave, but he knew he could not completely surrender his authority in front of the Captain and the soldiers. Regaining some of his composure, he pointed to the metal grating of the drain, set in the middle of the floor; certain she would refuse such a degrading suggestion. Without a moments' hesitation, Susan marched over to the drain, turned facing the men and, straddling the grating, proceeded to squat and pee. The soldiers stared in amazement at the sight of a naked white woman urinating in front of them. All eyes were glued to Susan's crotch, where a yellow stream of piss was gushing from the young wife's urethra. Susan's pee made a hissing noise as it continued to pour forth strongly from between her hairy lips, splashing on the metal grating and wetting her pretty toes before trickling down the drain. Finally, her seemingly endless stream began to weaken. The five ...