Go Hunting

Upon reaching the tent, Scott noticed that Joseph, a tall, muscular African-American man, was propped up against the van with his arms crossed, his left hand clutching a beer. He was intently watching James, the third and final member of their team, and the girl they had captured right after they had arrived.

"You aren't wasting any time, are you, James?" Scott called over to his friend.

As expected, the young woman was naked. Her dark hair was cropped close to her skull in a 'butch' cut and she was thin, with small, hardly a handful sized breasts. She was on her knees in front of a tall, six-inch in circumference wooden stake that was driven into the soft soil of the forest floor. Just in front of a tall tree with luxurious foliage. Using hemp rope, the two had tied her wrists together behind the pole, as well as her ankles. Additional rope was looped around her throat, and then looped around the stake.

She was busily sucking James off.

Sometimes her head would bob back and forth, her tightly stretched lips sliding along the shaft of his cock as it protruded from the open fly of his camouflage trousers. Other times he would grip the top of head, holding it still, as he face-fucked her. The loud, slurping sounds of her sucking blended with the chirping of birds high up in the branches.

"Well, she practically fell into our arms," James called back over his shoulder without looking away from the young female blowing him. Watching a woman sucking your dick is half the fun. Seeing it slide in and out of her mouth. Watching how her cheeks cave in when she sucked. Observing how her eyes would bulge when she went too far down.

Or you shoved it too far in.

"I was easily able to run her down, and she hardly put up any struggle at all. So," he shrugged, "I figured I might as well use her while waiting for you to arrive."

"Not much to look at, is she?" Scott asked as he took the beer from Joseph and gulped back a swig. "Probably why she was so easy to catch."

"Aww, it's just the hair," James tousled her fringe in a disparaging, yet at the same time, affectionate manner. "But she's got a nice, compact body. Like a fashion model."

He laughed.

"She probably makes more money per hour strutting down a runway in haute couture than the three of us put together make." James took a step back, sliding his salvia coated cock from her warm, wet mouth. "Is that what you do, slut? Are you a walking mannequin modeling clothes? Coming out here on your days off to be used and abused by anonymous men?"

"No, Master," she answered, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath after such a long session of fellatio. "This girl is merely an Admin Assistant."

"Well, at least she has manners," Scott remarked as he handed the beer back to Joseph.

"Not only that," James replied while stepping up to her again and inserting his cock into her waiting mouth, "But she sucks a mean dick. We've been at it for almost an hour and she is just as enthusiastic as when we first started."

A few more bobs of her head, and then James asked, "You wanna try her?"

"Not right now, thanks," Scott answered, adjusting the floppy 'boonie' hat on his head. "Joseph and I need to head out and see what we can round up."

James nodded, his attention once more focused on the naked, kneeling, bound young woman who was working his cock with her mouth.

With a nudge from Scott, Joseph straightened up, shoving off the van and rearranging his hat as well. "Flood that bitch's mouth good with a load of cum, Bro."

"You know it," James called out to the departing figures. "She's just dying to swallow my load, aren't you, slut?"

The girl rolled her eyes up to look at James and nodded, mumbling a muffled, "Hummph huh."