Straight Female / 26
I Dream Of His Phallus, I Dream Of Him On Me
As a naturalist student I had a lot of book knowledge but no field experience. My first field semester came up and I drew lots and I got a camp in Tanzania. The camp is a research station run by a couple from South Africa, and they host two or three students a semester.
The long flight, the change in time zones, the excitement, all pushed my body clock and I woke up early, before sunrise. I had been told that if I needed to 'venture' out of my camp building I should contact the main desk by the intercom and a guide would come and get me. His name was Mike, a big man, quiet man. We didn't speak as he led me through the outskirts of the camp where the sleeping tents were to the central camp building where the offices were.
He held his hand back, telling me to stop and keep quiet. Then he motioned to me to come closer. He got behind me, this very large black man leaning over me, right then I was very aware that I was a very small white girl from Connecticut in the African wilderness. He pointed down the path to a lioness. We backed up quietly, back into my tent. Mike called me Missy. And at that moment I wanted him to hold me. Now I knew why you don't go out by yourself. Mike became my guide for the bush, I only went out with him, and I stayed very close to him.
Always in my mind when I dreamed of being out there, this picture of this very large black man and a very small white woman came to mind, the black man unceremoniously mounting me, his elephant sized cock tearing into my very small pussy. But it was only a dream, I masturbated to it, Mike never touched me in that way. I actually never saw his cock. He was so professional and nice, and he looked after me.
I was there a couple of months when the woman who ran the camp took me aside and told me that the women of the camp were talking about me and that it was strictly against the rules for any fraternization. Whatever I thought, I was to keep myself to myself. In short, I was being an employment threat to Mike as well as a threat within his peoples. And she emphasized, any fraternization. No matter with who, no matter the circumstances, out there you just didn't succumb to your base instincts. One mistake and both parties were expelled never to come back. Did I understand?
21 is a tough age to turn off all of your base instincts. I had to maintain a strict distance from Mike, speak when spoken to and follow his directions explicitly, he was the master of the situation and I was a liability to him. He would guard me with his life, but who was I to risk his life? My term in the camp taught me a whole lot about nature, in nature's back yard. Mike was my mentor and my teacher. When the time came for me to say goodbye, Mike had carved this creature, a small lion, out of wood for me to take with me. I took that, and my memories, with me.
I masturbate regularly to Mike's image, taking me in the way that animals are taken in the bush. Yes the females are in heat, and the males seek them out, but the male will win, I think. And they will fight if another male is around. That's how I set up my dream, a threat to me, Mike saves me, Mike mounts me. Over and over. I purchased this oversized male ebony phallus instrument of pleasure. My hand the engine, thrusting this giant black cock into my relatively small white pussy, I reach orgasm, and lay back and let the moment own me.
In real life, I have become over stimulated by sex. I search out among my people a strong male, when I'm in heat I only want a big strong male. In my mind I play out the scenes I witnessed while in the bush. But when I'm alone, it is me and my ebony phallus, and my dream and my orgasms, and I slip off to the camp in Tanzania and I kiss Mike goodnight, one more time.
The long flight, the change in time zones, the excitement, all pushed my body clock and I woke up early, before sunrise. I had been told that if I needed to 'venture' out of my camp building I should contact the main desk by the intercom and a guide would come and get me. His name was Mike, a big man, quiet man. We didn't speak as he led me through the outskirts of the camp where the sleeping tents were to the central camp building where the offices were.
He held his hand back, telling me to stop and keep quiet. Then he motioned to me to come closer. He got behind me, this very large black man leaning over me, right then I was very aware that I was a very small white girl from Connecticut in the African wilderness. He pointed down the path to a lioness. We backed up quietly, back into my tent. Mike called me Missy. And at that moment I wanted him to hold me. Now I knew why you don't go out by yourself. Mike became my guide for the bush, I only went out with him, and I stayed very close to him.
Always in my mind when I dreamed of being out there, this picture of this very large black man and a very small white woman came to mind, the black man unceremoniously mounting me, his elephant sized cock tearing into my very small pussy. But it was only a dream, I masturbated to it, Mike never touched me in that way. I actually never saw his cock. He was so professional and nice, and he looked after me.
I was there a couple of months when the woman who ran the camp took me aside and told me that the women of the camp were talking about me and that it was strictly against the rules for any fraternization. Whatever I thought, I was to keep myself to myself. In short, I was being an employment threat to Mike as well as a threat within his peoples. And she emphasized, any fraternization. No matter with who, no matter the circumstances, out there you just didn't succumb to your base instincts. One mistake and both parties were expelled never to come back. Did I understand?
21 is a tough age to turn off all of your base instincts. I had to maintain a strict distance from Mike, speak when spoken to and follow his directions explicitly, he was the master of the situation and I was a liability to him. He would guard me with his life, but who was I to risk his life? My term in the camp taught me a whole lot about nature, in nature's back yard. Mike was my mentor and my teacher. When the time came for me to say goodbye, Mike had carved this creature, a small lion, out of wood for me to take with me. I took that, and my memories, with me.
I masturbate regularly to Mike's image, taking me in the way that animals are taken in the bush. Yes the females are in heat, and the males seek them out, but the male will win, I think. And they will fight if another male is around. That's how I set up my dream, a threat to me, Mike saves me, Mike mounts me. Over and over. I purchased this oversized male ebony phallus instrument of pleasure. My hand the engine, thrusting this giant black cock into my relatively small white pussy, I reach orgasm, and lay back and let the moment own me.
In real life, I have become over stimulated by sex. I search out among my people a strong male, when I'm in heat I only want a big strong male. In my mind I play out the scenes I witnessed while in the bush. But when I'm alone, it is me and my ebony phallus, and my dream and my orgasms, and I slip off to the camp in Tanzania and I kiss Mike goodnight, one more time.
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