Cunt Creek... Desire in the Northern Territory
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Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Lust and Desire in the Outback. Khaki uniform dresses and moist' pussy' - four bi-sexual policewomen in the middle of nowhere - three hundred kilometres from Darwin and being forced to 'please' a kinky Aboriginal 'Succubus' to satisfy her need for white 'cunt' in the Northern Territory of Australia......
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual Mind Control Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Hermaphrodite Shemale Fiction Historical Demons Group Sex Harem Interracial Black Female White Female Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Squirting Water Sports Small Breasts
Senior Constable Cassandra McNamara gasped.
She no longer had any real idea of time or place – her every movement was pure instinct.
The mist that had shrouded everything had evaporated. But the policewoman hadn’t noticed.
None of the ‘Women Police’ had.
Yet, there was no real heat in the morning sun.
The shade of the nearby gum trees did little. There was no shade nor any shadows.
And despite the searing forty-five degrees Celsius of the day, the twenty-five-year-old former ‘Miss Territory Police’ felt nothing – all she was conscious of was ‘Mistress Jedda’ and her growing ‘cock’...
“That’s it...?”
“Feel it inside you, C-Cassandra?”
The mystical ‘Ngangkari Woman’ grasped at the kneeling policewoman’s head - she forced her penis deeper.
Cassandra struggled - she wanted to gag. And she needed air.
There was no water in Seven Mile Creek.
But, the police car had stalled beside a large billabong and the blue water stretched for almost a kilometre through a lush corridor of grasslands back towards the western ridgeline.
Yet they were alone. No kangaroos. No wildlife of any description.
Dust swirled lazily skywards – picked up by a freshening breeze that slid around the stationary Holden ‘Kingswood’ sedan and the women. Much like the earlier mist, the lazy morning breeze seemed to shroud them from the day.
Saliva and ‘cum’ oozed down Cassandra’s chin. She needed to a moment - it was nothing but instinct for nothing she now did was by any real choice.
Pausing for a hurried breath of air, her soft green eyes saw nothing – her once crisp khaki ‘Summer’ policewoman’s uniform dress still clung to her moist skin, neatly accentuating every arable fold of her firm body as she took the black ‘cock’ between her quivering lips again.
The constant chant of the distant didgeridoos rose slowly in intensity.
And the steady beat of the accompanying clapsticks quickened a little – it was subtle and provided a discreet background soundtrack to the delightfully obscene ‘slurping’ noises emanating from all four policewomen as they obediently ‘pleasured’ the black women and the ‘missing’ young Nurse.
Cassandra closed her eyes. She was lost almost completely in the moment.
Constable Veronica Kensington lay over the bonnet of the police car now.
Grasping her uniform dress in one hand and the driver’s side windscreen wiper with her other, the naked thirty-two-year-old’s face was almost concealed by her shoulder-length burgundy hair as she teased at the tallest of the Aboriginal women’s aching clit with the very tip of her tongue.