Animals (An Undisclosed Desires Short ~3)

Animals

an Undisclosed Desires short

Copyright 2015 by Chevoque

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Fine

I step out of the chalet, as the warm African sun hits my skin, the soft breeze gives slight relief from the pressing heat and a kudu stands a metre away. Gasping, I think the large antelope would surely attempt to kick or bite me. I am just a yuppie chick stuck in a game lodge with my friends for a week-long getaway (get-drunk-n-get-fucked-away) and we booked the chalet, because Zelda’s father has a lot of money and keeps his daughter happy by giving her everything she wants. But, while I’m having a face-off with this buck and he nods his head at me, I’m alone, because my friends are at the lodge’s bar, at one o’clock in the afternoon, while I was sleeping off my hangover from the previous evening.

I had tossed my cookies more times than anyone could count, but the memory of fingers - not my own - pressing into my throat swirls around in my head. Odd, faceless people follow, but my patchy reverie halts at the kick of the Kudu’s hoof against the paving.

Realising the kudu isn’t about to give me problems, I rush into the chalet and grab a piece of bread.

Since the birds enjoyed it when we gave it to them, why the hell not?

Running back out, my new buddy eagerly steps closer and nearly enters the chalet. Extending my hand, the fat-lipped buck gluttonously chomps away at the bread and seeks more.

“Miss, please don’t feed the animals.”

I look to my left to face the tall game ranger with the stern face and the build of a rugby player. He is tall, well-built and his legs nearly has me drooling as they peek out between the khaki shorts and his vellies.

“There are signs posted everywhere that you aren’t allowed to feed the animals,” he reminds me with a rather dickish tone.

I gulp like a fish trying to muster up an excuse.

He gives me an odd look and adds, “Please refrain from feeding the animals and the fine will be taken from the credit card you have used at check in. Good day.” He turns to speak into the walkie-talkie and gives the chalet number.

I sway a little, as the words sink in and I realise what this means, as he chases the kudu away. If this fine is charged to the chalet, Mr. Ronald will get it and I’d be the one held responsible. He already doesn’t like me being Zelda’s friend, after he had caught us kissing, I was just helping Zelda tick off a bucket list item.

“Wait!” I call as the man walks back to the enormous bakkie with the lodge’s logo. He faces me and I swear I see a soft grin. “Isn’t there a way I can rather repay this little incident, by helping to put out salt licks in the field, or even hold the light on a night drive? Please, I can’t have this fine charged to the chalet, my friend’s father would kill us.”

He gains a look of intrigue, meshed with contemplation. “The fine is R1 000.”

I release a sigh. It is half of the money I get from my parents each month for food–and alcohol–to survive at university.

“Clearly you can’t afford that.”

I only manage making a face.

“Come to the reception this evening. If you truly want an alternative, this is your only other option.” As his words and their meaning settle in, it is far too late to tell him he is insane. That was the excuse. He is attractive, maybe twice my age, but at least I’m not screwing... going to screw a professor, again.

Oh, heavens, I’m going to hell!

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Payment

I readied myself, if that is the correct way to state you are whoring out your body to avoid a fine. My friends were all so beyond drunk that I simply slipped out of the bar, while they were chatting to the boys we had met the day before, who were also on spring break.

Walking to the reception, I feel every couple over seventy, staring at me, as if they know what I am about to do. Guilt and shame are ugly things when you have always feigned innocence. Entering the previously cheery place, the darkness of the evening feels sinister and creeps me out just a titbit more.

“Here.” I follow the voice to where the word Information is displayed, the door is propped open and the figure of the man appears. I walk over and pass him, while he closes the door and walks a few metres into the room to lean against the desk. “I take that you’ve made a choice.”

I only nod. Fear, reluctance and slight disgust, because I’m a little excited, claws at my insides. The absence of the overhead light and only that spilling in from the outside, through the windows, allows me to see the gleam in his eyes.

Predatory, hungry and ready.

I take a deep steadying breath, hoping not to pass out, as he lifts away from the desk and walks closer. Involuntarily, I back up, hit the door and realise I’m stuck.

“Now, if you feel like running, this won’t go very well,” he draws closer and my heartbeat picks up, as the aroused confusion courses through my veins at high speed.

“I’m not running,” I say with a strained tone.

He smiles at me and stops only centimetres away. His cologne smells fresh and not close to what I had imagined a ranger would wear. His hazel eyes are dark and so dilated that the hunger nearly pulls me to my knees.

When his hand comes to my cheek, a breath struggles to release. His thumb smooths over my cheekbone, then my lips, and I open my mouth to allow my now rapid breathing to flow more evenly. The wetness of my pussy grows and the absence of underwear–hoping the removal thereof would allow the torture to end faster–allows me to feel it touch my inner thighs. His thumb moves into my mouth and even more mixed emotions hit me, as I moan, gasp and shudder.

“Suck my finger. I want to see if you are worth exemption of the fine.” The arousal is far from hidden in his tone.

I suck. I can taste a slight saltiness, maybe a little tobacco and definitely a hint of sweetness that was my lip gloss. Expecting him to move his thumb, he merely lets me suck, as I feel his hand smoothing up my side. His thumb finally moves away and his mouth is on mine.

Another confused moan escapes me, as his tongue twists with mine and my arms are thrown around his neck, while my body is pulled tightly against his. If his walkie-talkie is carried at the front, the thing is huge and hard, but clearly this man’s large build, large hands, large everything, means everything. I moan like the slut I am and follow him as he pulls me to the desk.

When he disentangles himself from me, I’m left bereft, but he turns me and nearly slams my front down onto the desk. “I’m glad you want this just as much as I do. To make sure I won’t hurt you...”–the momentary silence has me looking over my shoulder to see him lean closer with his mouth warm on my neck–“...I’m going to play with your pussy and I hope you are wet, little whore.”

I swallow at the flash flood of arousal that washes over me and dampens that very pussy of mine even more. His breath stays on my nape and I feel his hand running from my shoulder to my back, over my behind and down my thigh. He brings his hand back up and massages my buttocks. I kind of hope he would give me a spank, but he only squeezes the globe and moves to the other. The way his large, calloused hands moves over me is quite pleasurable, because I feel my outer labia move as he slightly caresses my anus through the fabric.

“Why does it feel like you are only wearing this flimsy little skirt? Have you been overeager?”

I bite my lip in anticipation as his hand moves to my thigh and slips beneath the fabric. As the material moves away and exposes me, I feel his outlet of breath and my pussy clenches, causing more arousal to spill from my body.

“So, are you going to be my little whore?” he whispers at my ear and straightens, then he chuckles. “Dear bushbuck, you’re glistening, even with this little light.”

I clench and his mouth is at my ear.

“Have you been excited?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Do you like the way I talk to you?”

I nod.

“Do you like being a little whore?”

I stay quiet, as shame teases me with awful ideas of how wrong this is. His tongue slips over my ear, then he nips it.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” A thick finger slips inside me and my moan is the only answer he’ll ever get to that question. He stands upright again, his finger languorously pumping in and out of my soaked pussy, as his other hand holds me down. A few rotations on my clit, has my body quickly responding, especially when he pinches the tight nubbin between two fingers. He shoves two fingers back into my pussy and I yelp. His fingers continue to pump and play my in my pussy, as I support myself over the desk and find that I have began moving my hips, as his hand holding me down slides between my cheeks. He spits on my hole, as his thumb begins seeking to invade my tight pucker.

“Is my little whore enjoying herself?” I stay quiet, too ashamed to simply say yes. His fingers slip out of me and come back with a wet slap on my ass. I moan far louder than before. “Are you?”

“Yes, yes, please...more,” I didn’t specify what more, but it’s clear that any of either is what I wanted. Another slap hits me, lower, and my outer labia tingle at the slight hit they had received. Again a slap, and my labia feel like they were the main target, but my behind burns with pleasurable delight.

The moment his fingers sink back into me, I don’t try avoiding the fact that my body wants this, so I ride his fingers as if they are his cock. My calmness allows his thumb to slip into my anus, up to the knuckle and we both sound our delight.

“Now, my little whore...”–his fingers doubles up in pace and I cry in pleasure–“...we don’t want to get caught, but I like that you are so eager.”

I bite down on my lip, as he barely moves and I rock my hips back and forth, getting fingered like my body wanted nothing more. I feel my orgasm pulling at my core, urging my insides to respond appropriately and clenching all that can, to make it happen faster.

“More, please, more,” I shamelessly beg, as I am reaching bliss, tasting ecstasy on my tongue, when it suddenly all stops when he removes his pleasing fingers. My hair gets a tug, then a full-on pull, as I must find my feet, turn and meet my teaser’s mouth.

I find my hands reaching for his head, but both are stopped and then pulled toward the tight member pressing into my stomach. I don’t know when he had rid himself of his pants, and I don’t care, as I groan at the cock I find and thank some African God for endowing this man so well.

“Do you feel that?”

I awkwardly nod my head, trying my best to not put any more pull on my hair, which is still tightly clenched in his fist.

“I want to fuck that mouth of yours. Your friends are still just kids, but you are far more mature than they are.”

I feel my brows knit.

“I chose you.” His free hand smooths along my cheek. “I’ve been watching your little group all week. How could I not in a place where most of our visitors are either pensioners or families.”

I swallow, as this feels wrong. Creepy even.

“But you don’t act like your friends, you are at least smart enough to know that drinking yourself sick doesn’t make you cool.” Suddenly, I remember some of the previous evening. “Last night was a drug, my little whore. Those boys have been trying to get to you. Don’t you remember that I saved you? Don’t you recall how they lured you to their chalet?”

Flashes, but too faint to confirm, come to my mind.

“I stopped them, because your friends were willing from the first night and they didn’t help you. But, I... I saved you.”

“You made me throw up,” I say with a tremble.

“You were clinging to me after I took you away from the boys. I helped you get the drug, well, as much as possible, out of your body and took you to bed to calm down. That is not why you are here now,” he says as he sees my trepidation. “It only made me realise that I wanted you for myself, if only just once.”

Whether it is the truth or not, I accept it and give him a kiss. “Thank you.” I don’t need any more leading on to know giving him head is to be my next step. As my body voluntarily moves to get me to my knees, I look up and see hunger meeting my eyes. The smile I give is well received and I relax, knowing that this is a win for us both.

My tongue teases around the glans, as I patiently lick around it and then slide it down to the base. My hands are holding onto his thighs, as I want him to fuck my mouth properly, once I take his length. I lick his balls and hear him hum in response, as I suck on each, before snaking my tongue back up.

Impatience takes me and I lower my mouth over his head and suck. Bobbing my head several times, I moan with him, as he shuffles us both, so he can lean against the desk. The new stance has me in a better position and he immediately slips a little deeper. He is so close to the back of my throat that concern kinda ruins the moment for me, as I realise that I don’t even have half of him in my mouth, but my pussy violently clenches at the prospect of the moment he’ll claim my lower body.

“Now, I can fuck that mouth of yours like no one ever has.” His hands take hold at the sides of my face and our eyes stay connected for a few moments, before he pushes forward and invades my throat. I fight the urge to gag, but while his cock is long, it isn’t that thick and I calm myself, because both would have choked me. “My little whore, if your pussy is anything close to your mouth, I’m going to keep fucking you until you can’t walk without remembering me for the rest of your life.”

My moan reverberates over his cock. Having him deep throat me is my first time ever taking a cock this deep into my mouth, but his length has me fighting not to pass out. The restriction of breath, already rapid breathing and building anticipation makes me concerned.

When he leans forward, I’m momentarily confused, until his hand chokes me a little. I am almost certain he can feel his dick invading my throat and that makes me shudder in pleasure. He growls like an animal and my suspicion is confirmed, as his grip tightens, and it feels as if he is stroking my neck.

The moment I begin to feel the light-headedness take hold, his grip loosens and he uses my head like a Fleshlight. My strangled moans sound again and he completely removes himself from my mouth. I catch a few breaths and he goes right back in with a hard thrust, invading my throat.

“My little whore, hold still for a moment,” he commands, and I cling to his ass, as panic takes me. The dizziness comes back, but he doesn’t draw away. I slap his thighs, but he keeps me in place. I grow weak and my movements feel heavy, as my head senses I’m going under, but his eyes watch me so analytically, that I hate that it would probably be my last image.

The moment my eyelids begin to feel too heavy, I give in and let them shut, but immediately I’m pulled up. Throwing me on my back, onto the desk, his cock pushes deep into me and I yelp back to responsiveness, as my shoe slips off.

“Now doesn’t that feel wonderful.” The way my every sense feels like it is on overload, sure makes the temporary loss of nearly everything worth it. I can feel every crease of his cock as it is hugged by my wanting pussy. I moan a little delighted sound that makes his thumb on my clit rub a little harder.

Looking down to where we are connected and where his finger is rubbing my little pearl, I find that I am countering his thrusts. The smirk playing on his lips is a great indication of his pleasure toward my responsiveness and I can’t help but feel proud of myself. In the oddest way, I am being used by an older man and I like it far more than I should. The idea that the fine might be fake leaps into my mind and the reluctance comes back.

“My little whore, you are going backward,” he hisses through clenched teeth when my body stills and I get fucked like a rag doll. He lifts me up to my feet, turns me against him and whispers in my ear. “I hope your ass isn’t virgin.”

I take a deep breath, as he bends me over the desk once more. He spits and then his thumb strokes my pucker and I’m relieved that my fingers were never afraid to explore my entire body. His thumb invades me, and I moan, quite pleased.

The moment he hums in delight I relax and find my voice. “There never was a fine, was there?”

“No, but do you want to stop?” His thumb pops out and I moan in protest.

“No, I...”–I feel momentarily insane and then move on–“...I want you to fuck me and then when I leave tomorrow, I’ll have a great memory of you tricking me.” I hear his breath leave his lungs, as his body heat becomes prominent behind me and I voluntarily spread my ass cheeks. “Now please fuck me.”

I hear him spit again and the second time he does, my anus feels the wetness as his cock teases through the crevice. My hips move as he slid his bulbous cock’s head up and down, teasing my tight little pucker. He pushes the head in and the slight pain is momentary, as he stops and waits for my body.

“My little whore, you’ll need to come quickly, I’m not going to last very long,” he breathily says. I feel his free hand slipping forward and pinching my clit, as he pushes in a few more centimetres.

My moan rings through the office, causing the passing lodge guests to chuckle and I’m certain it sounds like Zelda and one of the guys. Not allowing the distraction to make me lose focus, I relax and the man slips in the last couple of centimetres. We stand still for a moment, before he slowly pulls out a few millimetres and then pushes forward. The movement is so little that it barely stirs anything, but makes me stretch enough, so that when he does it again, my body shivers in delight and I loosen even more.

His fingers on my clit rub harder and I can feel a twitch in his cock the second before he begins to drive into me. He doesn’t care if my body is ready as he thrusts hard and fast and fucks me with only the end in mind. The feeling is exquisite and sensibility becomes lost as I counter his pace.

My moans grow with his growls and I push away his hand on my clit, so I can fuck my pussy with my own fingers. He grunts, as I feel his cock inside my ass profusely fucking me, while my fingers fill my cunt. The pace is wild. When his cock pushes in, my fingers go out, and at one stage, both go in together. Either way, my body begins to clench-release in violent successions and I know that I’ll definitely come soon.

His thrusts become brutal, as my orgasm begins to peak. When I feel the burst at the tip of his cock, and the torrents of cum he releases, I also climax. The feeling is astonishing, as my pussy sucks at my fingers and my ass pulls him deeper. He wordlessly rides out his orgasm and rests his hands on the desk beside me. When he pulls out, I am left despondent, but hope for more. I face him and smooth my hands over his sides.

“I need to get back home, my wife is waiting for me.” For a moment my head reels. It shouldn’t be such a shock, but dear heavens, I had just been the other woman and it sure isn’t a nice feeling. As I get myself decent, he catches on to my distress. “Okay there, little whore?”

I find my missing shoe in the mess between his legs, where his trousers are. After a momentary struggle, I get up and slip on my shoe. “Splendid. As this was for your entertainment and I’m no longer in trouble, please excuse me, because I’m going to get cleaned up and have those boys fuck me now. Your attempted chivalry has me disgusted, you sick fuck!” I run to the door. “I hope you don’t do this too often, your poor wife!” I head out and straight back to the chalet. The sex with the man had been great, but it was grossly unfair to his wife. If she was also fucking around, well great for them, but if she wasn’t, it was quite unfair.

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Payback

“What is this?” Zelda looks like she will soon punch the man behind the reception desk.

“Your chalet was reported for feeding the animals and–”

“We got a warning when we fed the birds, is that why?” She counters.

My mouth falls open. The fucker. I thought it had been just his excuse to fuck me.

Luckily, as fate would have it, a ranger bakkie pulls up at the front of the building, so I peek out the door.

“Zelda, hold on,” I say in a pissed off tone, trotting toward... Shit, I don’t even know his name. His brows rise as I approach there is a woman behind him with two children. For a second, I nearly want to make use of a pot plant to puke in. “We are being fined,” I say with a tone fit for a bitch.

“What’s going on, dear?” His wife eyes me, as one of the kids pull on her arm.

I look over to his wife and a smirk crawls onto my lips. “Should I tell her or will you, Mr... wait, I never caught your name?”

Panic flashes in his eyes and I feel fucking proud of myself, “N-nothing, honey. Take the children to the pool. I’ll help this lady out.”

“We were fined unfairly, ma’am, sorry for taking your family time,” I say, feeling bad for the wife and giving the asshole a chance to maybe redeem himself. She kisses his cheek and strolls off. “You better fix this or I’m making a motherfucker of a scene.”

He doesn’t say a word as he enters the reception and I wait outside. After a few low-voiced exchanges with the man behind the counter, he exits. “Thank you for at least not freaking out in front of my wife and children.”

“Just be glad I don’t want to fuck it up for you, but if you do what we did on a regular basis, your luck will run out.” I turn to walk to the car, and, once seated inside, I look back as he peers into the information offices. I smirk at the thought that he couldn’t ask if I had seen his wallet, as it would have given him away, while I know I had pocketed a tidy sum when I had left the night before, searching for my shoe.

Chivalry is dead, because my supposed saviour from the boys was a piece of shit himself. Then again, so am I, as I look in my now full wallet, but he had called me his little whore, I had just taken my payment.

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Chevoque

Chevoque is a South African author, trophy hunting gamer and science teacher who lives in Suzhou, China. Born as Rochelle de Beer on 15 May 1992 in Klerksdorp, South Africa, as an only child, the world seemed like a lonely place, until she set her mind free and got lost in the worlds she created for herself. Her writing began at a young age and with numerous stories still waiting to be released from her mind, only time now seems to hold her back. She has a degree in BSc. Environmental and Biological Sciences, because she’s a tree hugging animal lover at the core, but uses plastic straws.

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