Her Second Offence Excerpt

 

"Get over there girl," said Moktar, indicating the bare rock at the edge of the precipice. "Hurry up." 

"Yes sir." The naked youngster made her way across, with the cameraman close behind. 

He began to photograph her again, posing her in every position imaginable. She lay on her back, her front and her side. She spread her legs and lifted her backside, thrusting her open cunt up at the camera lens as he snapped away at her. She climbed onto all fours, pressing her backside up and back and peering round at the lens. She stood, pretending to modestly cover her breasts and sex with her hands, though actually hiding nothing. Somehow the man's brusque manner and dominating attitude brought fresh thrills to the girl. For Carla the whole thing was an extraordinarily arousing experience, and she was soon very turned on indeed, so that it was all she could do to keep herself from masturbating as she flashed her gorgeous body at the lens. 

At last Moktar lowered his camera. He went to the car and put it on the seat. Then he returned to her. Carla was stretched out on her back on the rock, her thighs spread, her sex open. She could feel the wetness inside herself, and she knew that the man could see the glistening moisture that threatened to seep from within her most private place. 

He sneered. "That make you a horny bitch?" he asked. 

Carla blushed, bringing her legs together. 

"No, don't stop the show woman," he said. "You are obviously a fucking slut." 

She rose slowly to her feet, brushing the dust from her bare backside. "Is that all sir?" she asked. 

"That's all the shots I want for the moment." 

"What does that mean?" 

"Come over here, girl." 

She walked across to where he was standing, her hands hanging at her side.  

"Fucking closer." 

She took another pace forward. He reached out a hand and stroked the smooth nylon of her stocking. 

"Those look good on you," he said. 

"Thank you Sir." 

He let his hand travel higher, and she shivered as his fingers touched the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He gazed deep into her eyes as his hand moved upwards. 

She stiffened "What are you doing?" she asked. 

"What a dirty little slut would want me to do." 

Carla gave a little gasp as the man's fingers came into contact with her sex. She bit her lip. but said nothing. Emboldened by this he moved his fingers round, seeking out her love bud. He began to rub it in small circular motions, sending pulses of excitement through her small frame. 

"You like that, don't you bitch?" he said. 

She said nothing. 

"Do you always give yourself to men you don't know?" 

"I haven't given myself to you." 

"Yes, but you know you're fucking going to, you little whore." He slipped a finger into her vagina, and she knew that he could feel the wetness inside her. She moaned softly as he pressed his fingers deeper. She wondered at the ease with which she could be turned on. She had known from the start that, if he wanted her, she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation. Carla loved to screw and, standing here naked with this stranger, she was suddenly anxious to feel his cock inside her. 

"Feel my cock bitch." 

"Y-yes sir." 

She stretched out her hand and ran it over the front of his trousers. They were already bulging, and she traced the shape of his cock with her fingers. She thought of his stiff rod straining against his pants. 

"Suck me whore." 

"No, I can't." 

You fancy walking back to your hotel from here naked? 

"I... No sir." 

"Then do it bitch."  

As he continued to finger her he pulled down his zip. 

"Feel it." 

Slowly she reached into his fly. He was wearing brief underpants, and they were stretched taut by his rampant organ. She pulled them down, freeing his cock so that it stood proudly from his groin. It was long, the foreskin stretched back, allowing her to see the swollen glans. She ran her fingers up its length, feeling it jump as she squeezed his thick shaft. 

"Suck me, bitch" he said quietly. 

The words sent a thrill through the young beauty. She dropped to her knees on the rocky surface, groaning softly as his fingers slipped from inside her. She grasped his shaft in her hand and, leaning forward, took him into her mouth, closing her lips about his stiff tool and beginning to suck. 

There was something about having a thick erection in her mouth that Carla loved. It was something to do with the way the man reacted, his cock twitching uncontrollably as she fellated him. She took hold of his balls, stroking the puckered flesh as she moved her head back and forth, letting his organ slide in and out of her mouth. He gave a grunt of pleasure and she gazed up at him through lowered eyelids, her breasts shaking deliciously as she mouth-fucked him. 

Carla would have been perfectly happy to bring him off between her lips and swallowing his seed. She loved the taste of spunk, and the feel of a cock ejaculating in her mouth was one that never failed to excite her. But Moktar clearly had other ideas, and all at once he pulled her back from his rampant penis by the hair, making her gaze up into his eyes. 

"Lie on your back and spread your legs, filthy little English bitch," he said. "I want to take you properly." 

Carla hesitated for a moment, then, stretched out on the warm, hard rock and opening her thighs. She thrust her pubis up at him, suddenly anxious to have his cock inside her. He stood for a moment, staring down at her, clearly fascinated by the sight of her open cunt, which she knew was glistening with moisture. 

"Tell me you want it." 

"Tell you?" 

"Yes, tell me." 

For a moment she hesitated, but she knew she had no choice. 

"Come on, sir," she gasped. "I want you now. Stick your cock into me and Fuck me hard." 

"Dirty whore." 

Moktar didn't need asking a second time. He dropped to his knees between her open thighs, then lowered himself down onto her prostrate form. She reached for his cock. It was still wet with her saliva and she guided it up between her legs, moaning softly as it came into contact with her slit. 

When he entered her she cried aloud, excited at the way he forced himself inside her. He pushed himself home, penetrating ever deeper until the thick curls of his pubic hair were pressed against her own. Then he paused, watching her face as she groaned with arousal. 

He started to fuck her, slowly at first, his hips moving back and forth with smooth movements as he slid in and out of her love hole. Carla's groans grew in volume as he did so. She pressed her hips up against his, urging him ever deeper inside her as her control began to slip from her. 

As he took her, his heavy body bearing down on her own, Carla gazed up at the blue sky above. There was something about being screwed in the open air that she usually loved, and in an idyllic spot like this, with the sun beating down, it was almost perfect. She wanted the fuck to go on and on, to spend all day pinned naked to this hard rock whilst he rutted inside her like some primitive cave man with his young mate. But already she was beginning to sense the urgency in him, his thrusts becoming harder with every second. 

He was screwing her with vigour now, his hips pounding down against hers, making her pert backside slap against the rocks in a way that was almost painful. 

She felt his muscles stiffen suddenly, and his face contorted into an expression of extreme concentration. He drove into her again, then again, and then he was coming, his cock taking on a life of its own as spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled her vagina. Moments later Carla could hold out no longer and her own climax overtook her with a vengeance. She cried aloud as the intense pleasure of orgasm swept over her, bringing her the delicious release that she had been craving ever since she had stripped naked in this lonely spot. For Carla there was no sweeter sensation than that of a man shooting his load into her, and she savoured the moment as Moktar's rod continued to spit his seed deep within her. 

He went on pumping his groin against hers until his energy was spent. Then he flopped onto his back, his stiff cock slipping from her. Carla lay beside him, saying nothing, her breath coming in gasps as she slowly recovered. 

"You are a hell of a fuck, girl." 

They lay side by side for about ten minutes. Then he buttoned his trousers and rose slowly to his feet, once again gazing down in contempt at the young beauty whose pleasures he had just sampled. Carla felt his come seeping from her and trickling down her backside onto the rocks beneath her. 

"Stay there, bitch" he said. "I'm going to get my camera." 

"You want to photograph me like this?" she gasped. "But I'm such a mess." 

"I want to capture that just fucked look you little whore," he said. "Don't move." 

She watched him as he walked across to the car, then let her head loll back onto the rock once more, loving the sensation of the sun's rays on her soft skin.  

All at once a sound to her right made her turn. There seemed to be a disturbance in the bushes, as if some animal was coming through them. Then the bushes parted and she gave a gasp of dismay. There, approaching her at a run, were two men dressed in khaki uniforms, pistols clutched in their hands.