You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

You Rich, Me Royal, Bitch Pt. 03

... when you need one...

Jenna froze, shocked at herself. Snatching the fruit quickly away from her nose, she stared at it in horror. No, NO. The notion that she would even... even entertain that ordeal again, it was absurd. The berries... they must be some sort of mind control thing. Yes, yes of course, that had to be it. She'd read about them in the tabloids. A lady of the Collins estate would never desire something so low... so base.

Yet the idea refused to go away. Jenna envisioned herself once again being pinned beneath the athletic futa, wrists held tight while the wild woman plunged deep inside her. The thick member gliding past her folds, her own head throwing itself back in bliss against the dirt. With every detail, her breaths became heavier, nipples growing erect under the blanket. This couldn't be... She couldn't really be considering...

".... Ohhhhhh~" A muffled moan sounded out in the distance.

Snapping out of her stupor, Jenna quickly looked around for the source. The groans were feminine, decreasing and increasing in volume at a steady rate. Another seemed to accompany them, more grunting than moaning though, but the voice or voices were muffled by the jungle foliage. However, the cause seemed to be in the direction she was already headed, which was both fortunate... and foreboding. At first moving towards the sound, the hazel-haired woman stopped after the second step. While yes, she needed Gianna's help, she couldn't help but consider the ...

... risks.

If the jungle woman had brought her here, would she be inclined to let her go? Perhaps she had captured her as a slave, to be fucked senseless before being stowed in that horrid shed for the rest of the wealthy woman's days. However, a stronger fear bubbled up within Jenna, her eyes drifting to the berry in her hand. What if... what if she grew to like the treatment after another dose? While she hated everything about the savage... it was impossible to deny the native's prowess when it came to her weapon of choice. In more ways than one, the wealthy woman shuddered at the possibility that, much like the statues, while she despised the content, she couldn't deny the craft.

"......Oh fuck, YES! Harder~"

Shaking her head, Jenna's eyes wrenched open, face beet red. No, she wouldn't flounder thinking about such things. That savage would take her home, no matter what! Even if she was in the middle of some rendezvous with one of her whores, she would do it this instant! Tucking the fruit into her cleavage, the proud woman marched confidently down the dirt path. After a few moments of travel, Jenna rounded a bend to find a large cliff face rising up from the trees.

At the foot of the wall of rock was a round, thatch door, similar to that of the hut she'd been in before. A couple more of the statues were placed around the entrance, blue fruits growing in droves there as well. Her curiosity was piqued as another moan echoed from the hut, a rhythmic slapping coinciding with the ...