Bull's Safari
Copyright© 2025 by JefferyB
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Jake Browner retired for the US Marine Corps with 30 years of service before he was fifty years old. Returning to his small town home in Texas, he began to search for a new career. His father pointed him to a magazine ad from a safari group in Africa looking for help. Within a short time, Jake had moved to Tanzania and begun his new life. 'Bull's Safari' tells the tale of his new life and loves in a safari camp just outside the Sarengeti National Park.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Workplace Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
It was six weeks after the prize winner’s visit that World Traveler magazine released Howard Tillinghast’s story about the prize winners at the Serengeti Safari Camp. The article was very flattering toward the camp and its General Manager. The story featured any number of photographs of the camp along with several of the very handsome and sexy Jake ‘Bull’ Browner.
Within a week, Bull was inundated with inquiries about bookings at his camp from all around the world. He quickly determined to increase the price per person to $4,000 for a six-night, five-day stay at his camp. He was overjoyed with the response and called Barney Ferguson to relay the news.
“I’m really excited, Barney,” Bull told his partner. “With all these new customers at an increased price, we should be able to complete the expansion in no time. I’ve already got bookings out for the next four months. I’ve been responding to the inquiries by telling them the bungalows rent for $8,000 for the week. That would be $4,000 each for double occupancy. So far, no one has balked at that price.”
“That’s great to hear, Bull,” Ferguson happily replied. “But I may have something else for you that might fill our coffers right away. I have a friend from my army days who, after leaving the service, made millions of pounds with an invention he created while serving. Today, he is 75 years old, stinking rich, and married to what I think you might call a Playboy centerfold. The woman is unspeakably beautiful and devoted to my old friend. Or, perhaps she is devoted to the idea of inheriting his wealth. Either way, it works well for him.”
“How is that good news for us?” Bull asked.
Ferguson told the story. “It appears that his young wife, Charlotte, saw the magazine story and swooned over the idea of a photographic safari with that handsome chap, Bull Browner. If I understand Dickie properly, he allows his bride to do whatever grabs her fancy as long as he’s allowed to watch, if you get my drift.”
Bull laughed. “It sounds like you’re pimping me out, Barney.”
“Well, old man,” Ferguson replied. “I suppose I am. And here’s why. My old friend offered me £50,000 for a Monday through Friday stay as long as he and Charlotte were the only guests in the camp. They would receive the standard amenities and guided tours of the Serengeti, led by you. What do you think?”
“For £50,000, I’d have sex with my grandmother!” Bull responded. “My God, Barney, that one week would guarantee the completion of the expansion and put us into a competitive position with every other safari group within five hundred miles. How could I possibly object?”
Ferguson coughed. “My dear man, I’m asking you to be a whore for a week and do anything and everything Dickie requests.”
Bull laughed again. “Well, at least I’ll be an expensive whore. And if the wife is as beautiful as you say, how repulsive could it be?”
“Good lad,” Ferguson replied. “I’ll speak with Dickie again tomorrow and set things up. You may have to bump some scheduled guests, but I’ll attempt to avoid it.”
“What’s your friend’s name, other than Dickie?”
“Sir Richard Winchester,” Barney said.
“SIR?” Bull exploded. “You’re sending me a guy that’s been knighted by the Queen and expecting me to breed with his wife?”
“That’s a fact, my young friend. Queen Elizabeth knighted Dickie about ten years ago for his contributions to the British Isles and the good of our nation. Because of my long friendship, I can call him Dickie. You will address him as Sir Richard.”
Bull asked, “You said they will be here just five days?”
“Dickie suggested that he would arrive via a private jet on Monday morning and fly out again on Saturday morning. I think his idea was to be there for New Year’s Day.”
“That would be ideal,” Bull acknowledged. “We have very little going on between Christmas and New Year’s week. You said he’ll come by private jet?”
“As I said, Dickie is very, very rich. Don’t be surprised if he opens his wallet and wants to buy the camp.”
“I’ll be ready, Barney. I promise you the best safari God ever organized. And when it’s over, we’ll finish our expansion and your quarterly payments will be much larger.”
“Thank you, Jake,” Col. Ferguson said. “I have the ultimate faith that you will make me proud. And our enterprise will be moving onward and upward.”
On Monday, December 26, Sir Richard and his wife, Charlotte, arrived at Serengeti Safari Camp and were met and welcomed by Bull Browner.
“Welcome, Sir Richard,” he said with a broad smile and an extended hand. “It is a great pleasure for me to welcome you to our humble camp. May I extend every aspect of our facility. Col Ferguson has ordered that you be treated like royalty.”
Sir Richard shook Bull’s hand and thanked him for the warm welcome.
Bull noticed that the man was nearly six feet tall and was no doubt quite handsome in his youth. Now, in his mid-seventies, he was a distinguished figure, sporting a white beard and mustache.
“Thank you, Bull. I hope I may call you by your nickname. Barney says you prefer it.”
“Yes, sir, and thank you. That was my nickname assigned to me by the US Marine Corps.”
“How long were you a ‘jarhead?’ the man asked.
“Thirty years,” Bull replied. “But when they assigned me to a desk, I decided it was time to hang it up.”
A motion caught his eye and Bull turned to see Sir Richard’s wife slide out of the back seat of the limo. When she stood, Bull almost gasped. Charlotte was indeed as beautiful as Barney had suggested. The woman stood at least 5’ 8” with blonde hair down over her shoulders and gorgeous brown eyes. She was wearing a white cotton garment that might as well have been transparent, exposing what Barney had described as a ‘playmate’ figure.
“Bull, may I introduce you to my wife, Charlotte,” Sir Richard said, joining Bull in admiring her beauty. “Charlotte, this is our host, Jake Browner, who goes by the name ‘Bull.’
Charlotte stepped forward and extended her hand to Bull. “Yes,” she said with a smile. “I saw your photos in the World Traveler magazine. And I must say that you are far more handsome than the pictures showed.”
Bull blushed for probably the first time in forty years. “It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Winchester.”
“No, no ... none of that,” she responded. “I am Charlotte. You may have to kiss my husband’s ass, but not mine. I’m just a simple girl from Cornwall who got lucky finding a husband.”
Still holding her hand, Bull bowed slightly, saying, “Welcome to our camp. I am at your service for anything you might need. After you’ve had a chance to relax and refresh, I’ll meet you in our dining facility and give you an overview of what I have planned for you this week.”
“Are we the only guests here?” Sir Richard asked.
“Yes, sir,” Bull acknowledged. “Per your request, you and your wife are my only concern for this week before New Year’s.”
“I have brought a supply of my favorite wines,” Richard said. “Do you have someone who can unload them for me? I have two cases for your bar and one for our cottage.”
Bull raised his hand and whistled. Immediately, two black men appeared, ready to comply with the order.
Bull explained to Sir Richard, “These two men are from the Sukuma tribe. They consider it to be a high honor to work for one of the Safari camps and they are ready to help you in any way.” He pointed to one of the men, “This is Malando, and his helper is Kiduto.” The two men smiled broadly.
“Take these two boxes to the bar and the other to Sir Richard’s bungalow.”
After all of the baggage and boxes had been moved, Sir Richard and his wife retired to their cabin.
Bull moved to the kitchen to make certain Sethunya, the chef, was prepared for this week’s guests.
Once he had approved her plan for the week’s meals, Bull returned to his cabin to shower and dress for the evening. He was preparing with Col. Ferguson’s suggestion that he might be called on to entertain Sir Richard’s wife.
Shortly before 6:00, Sir Richard and Charlotte arrived in the main hall. Bull greeted them from behind the bar.
“Today I am your guide and bartender,” he told them. “What can I fix you to drink?”
Sir Richard saw his box of wine and selected one of his favorite reds. “This will do for me,” the older man said. “Charlotte prefers the harder stuff.”
That could mean several different things, Bull thought. He smiled at Charlotte and waited for her order.
“It is rather hot here,” she said. “I think perhaps a gin and tonic would hit the spot.”
“Coming right up,” Bull said while opening the wine bottle for her husband. “That is probably the most popular drink here. It’s refreshing while still providing a bit of a buzz if that’s what you want.”
The look on Charlotte’s face told him she was looking for something else.
Once they had drinks, Bull moved them to the ‘chat area’ and opened a folder. “This is my plan for the week,” he told them. “Of course, today is simply a day to relax and get acquainted. Tomorrow, following breakfast, we’ll venture out into the Serengeti Park. We’ll pack a lunch and eat al fresco while observing some of nature’s wild beasts. We will, no doubt, see elephants, zebras, a variety of antelopes and the king of beasts, lions. I’m assuming you were more interested in shooting photographs rather than the animals.”
“Oh, my word, yes,” Charlotte said. “If Richard has ever killed animals, he’s kept it to himself. We have a nice piece of land back home, but we do not allow hunting on our property.”
“I generally bring wine along for your pleasure. Do you have any objections?” Bull asked.
“Heavens no,” Sir Richard laughed. “We are firm believers in day drinking. I think a day without wine is a day lost.”
Again, the look on Charlotte’s face told Bull she had other ideas.
“Then, on Wednesday, we’ll head in a different direction in the Park. On Thursday, we’ll move over toward Lake Victoria and see some of the water animals. The birds out there are spectacular. Then, on Friday, it will be giraffe country, and with any luck, we’ll catch a rhino. And Friday night we’ll have a New Year’s Eve celebration.”
Just then, Sethunya appeared with a tray of appetizers.
Bull stood and put his hand on his chef’s shoulder. “Let me introduce you to Sethunya. She is from the Sukuma tribe and a wizard in the kitchen. I assure you that when you sit at her table, you will be in for a treat.”
The chef smiled and spoke in clipped English. “I’ve prepared some light appetizers for you. I think you will like to know that we do not cook wild animals in my kitchen. The goal of my tribe is to keep the animals of the bush alive.”
“That’s good to know,” Charlotte said as she reached for one of the items on the tray. She took a bite and her eyebrows shot up. “Oh, my God,” Charlotte said. “This is fantastic!”
“Thank you, lady. You make me so proud,” Sethunya said.
Bull was pleased with Charlotte’s reaction. “All of our people in this camp are from the Sukuma tribe. They are dedicated to the preservation of the land and its inhabitants, by which I mean the animals.”
After a few more drinks, Bull suggested they move to the dining area. As they walked, he said, “If possible, we’ll get a chance to see the Maasai tribe. They are newcomers to this part of Africa, having arrived in the 17th century. They are a happy people who love to dance and sing. With any luck, they’ll show us one of their dances.”
“That sounds bully,” Sir Richard said. “I hope we don’t have to start too early. My lovely is not noted for her eagerness to arise before 8:00.”
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