Naked On TV The Erotic Demise Of A Cowboy

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“When a man walks or rides into a forest, he is lost among the trees, can’t see ahead, doesn’t know what might be lurking there. The forest surrounds him, obscures him with shadows, confuses itself with him by its vertical composition and competitive detail. But when a lone horseman appears on the desert plain, he dominates it instantly, his view extends as far as the eye can see, and enemies are exposed to his gaze.” (Tompkins, Jane. West of Everything. Oxford University Press.) The vision of the sea of tall grass and the unknown woodland beyond it squeezed my heart in a deathlike grip. For the first time since the start of the adult reality show (see Naked on TV), I was naked and afraid. The sounds of strange birds and animals turned my legs into wobbly sumps. My first thought was: “I’m not in Texas anymore and this ain’t a Cowboy story.”When Fred split me from Celeste and Naomi (see Naked on TV Naomi), I was paired with a married British couple, Anne and Harry, who still wore their dirty clothes. Harry, somehow managed to get hold of an axe and Anne a pair of boots. They seemed to be as out of place as I was.With Celeste and Naomi, I didn’t have to worry about the trees, the birds or the animals. They were the focus of my attention. I loved their beautiful tits and succulent pussies; and I was in heaven when we made love. My cock also remembered those wonderful moments as my heart pumped blood into it.  “Hey, you, Cowboy,” I heard a shrill female voice behind me. “Take us back to our camp.”I slowly turned around, my rigid cock pointing straight at Anne. She looked like the British actress Elizabeth Hurley, with a short khaki skirt and a tight shirt. Her long sexy legs ended in a pair of boots. I saw her eyes taking in my eight-inch cock and then quickly averting her gaze. I had to smile.“Tell me, Harry, in which direction is your camp?”Harry looked around as if to find his bearings. “All I know the camp is west of here.”Finding my way in the southern hemisphere was not that easy for an American like me. In the north, when facing the sun, the west was always be on my right. But in South Africa, where the adult reality television program was being shot, the west was on my left.“Where did you come out the bush?” I asked. Harry pointed to a narrow animal path. I managed to identify their tracks and started to backtrack them.I turned to Anne and said: “By the way, Lady, my name is Sam,” and started to follow their tracks.“Wait for us,” a female voice called from the rendezvous camp. It was our camera crew – two beautiful women. My cock was the first to acknowledge their presence.“I’m Joan,” said the redhead with the camera in her hand. “And this is Nancy, she does the sound.” Nancy had short black hair and an easy smile. Her shirt strained to contain her boobs. Joan’s tits were smaller but prominent enough to be noticed.They quickly set up their equipment for an interview. With the camera on her shoulder, Joan focused on my dick to tilt up to my face. Nancy stood next to Joan Üsküdar Escort with the boom mike overhead.“Why are you the only naked contestant in this group?” asked Nancy while Joan tilted the camera to my face.Before I could answer, Anne pushed me out the way, looked into camera and said, “Because I don’t have to fuck my way to win a million dollars and Harry does everything I tell him to do.” As she said it, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt to reveal her braless cleavage and seductively ran her tongue over her red lips.My cock deflated quicker than a punctured balloon. I started to walk west, in the direction of their camp. The call of the West in America during the nineteenth century was to start a new life, to be a pioneer or to tame the wild. For Easterners, the land west of the Mississippi was also the place to die, as many perished following their dreams of wealth. “Well,” I thought, “I entered the show to die as an author of Westerns and hopefully to be resurrected as a writer of erotica.”This was going to be the ideal opportunity to study human erotic behavior.  Thirty minutes later, Joan wanted a shot of Anne walking a few yards in front of me with my erection pointing at her ass. Joan, Nancy and Harry took their positions on our right, with Anne chatting as if she was on a stroll down Oxford Street in London.As we came to the spot where we moved into shot, I heard a rustle in the tall grass before us. A rhinoceros calf burst from the grass with its mother close behind, straight at Anne.Everything slowed down for me. I dropped the pot, covered the space between us in slow-motion, grabbed Anne around her midriff, and jumped to our left. As we tumbled, I made sure I was beneath Anne, her legs splayed open. When my back hit the ground, she fell on top of me, forcing all the air from my body. The next thing I knew, I was gasping for air with my cock in her pussy. The little hussy went commando.It took me a moment longer to recover my breath. As I laid there, breathing hard, Anne pushed her upper body forward but kept my dick in her wet pussy. Joan was on her knees in front of us, aiming the camera at our connected genitals. I could feel Anne contracting her pussy muscles around my shaft, milking me.“Are you okay, my dear,” asked Harry. “Are you hurt?”Anne quickly closed her legs, straightened her skirt and got off my wet cock with a squishy plop. I looked up to see Joan focusing on my shiny dick. She smiled and winked at me. Turning around, Joan followed Anne and Harry to record their interaction.“I’m okay,” I said weakly to no one. I swiped two fingers over my still glistening dick and licked her pussy juices from them. Tasty. I slowly got up and dusted the dirt off my body. On shaky legs, I walked to where the group sat beneath a tree. Anne looked at me with big eyes and a confused expression. But when Harry touched her face, she snapped back into her role as a bitch.“Did he hurt you, my love?” asked Harry.“Yes, but I am Üsküdar Escort Bayan all right,” said Anne.Harry rushed at me, his fists flailing. I managed to parry the first few blows, but one fist got through and dropped me to the ground. When I came to, Nancy was kneeling over me, her cleavage close to my face. As a Cowboy, I would never have allowed Harry to hit me. But I knew my focus was changing when my cock greeted the sight of her tits. The rest of the walk to their camp in the thick woodland was thankfully uneventful. An hour later, we arrived at their well-organized camp, Anne still flapping her jaws to inform the crew and the audience the reasons she should win. I looked around the campsite and saw the bedding was arranged beneath a large tree, the fire area at the centre of the camp with a large tree trunk as the chairs. I set the pot next to the ashes of the fire and started gathering wood.“Harry, darling. Please take Cowboy’s pot and get us water,” instructed Anne. “Give him your axe.”Her lapdog rushed to comply with her demands and disappeared towards the river. The camera crew received a call from Fred, and they had to go somewhere else. I wanted to get a fire started as the sun would be going down soon.“Thank you for saving me,” said Anne behind me. Turning around from where I squatted at the fire, I looked right at her beautiful pussy. She lifted her skirt to give me a better look. My cock welcomed the sight.“Why this?” I asked. She gave a step closer, her pussy in my face.“Please?”Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath to inhale her aroma. A mixture of arousal, sweat and nature drifted into my nostrils. I saw the glistening moisture oozing between her puffy lips. Pushing out my tongue to taste her nectar, the blood drained from my head into my cock. Before I could slip my tongue between her folds, Anne grabbed my head and pushed my face into her pussy.“We don’t have time to pussyfoot around, Cowboy.” I heard her say. “Fuck my cunt with your mouth.” What could a cowboy, no, a gentleman do but oblige a lady’s request. Closing my mouth around her clit, I sucked on it like I was giving her a blowjob. I pushed two fingers into her sloppy cunt to worry her insides.But Anne had other ideas. She grabbed hold of my head and used my face as a vibrator up and down her wet slit. My week-old beard added to the friction and stimulation of her desires. She came with a stifled scream, flooding my face with her cum. When she started to shake uncontrollably, I got up from my knees to grab hold her. She let go of all control and fell into my arms like a sack of beans. Picking her up, I carried her to her bed and softly laid her down. She was beautiful and desirable.As I walked back to the fire, I was confused. Why all the pretense? She was as horny as cat on a hot tin roof, but in front of others, she had this façade of British nobility. Anne had so many repressed sexual issues that it could jeopardize our chances of playing the game. She Escort Üsküdar was an excellent subject for me to study the workings of the female erotic mind. Deep down, I realized I also have erotic desires, a passion to make love to the world, to all women and men. I knew I also loved it when I had to fuck Fred in the ass (See Naked on TV Unexpected Guests). By the time Harry came back, I had a blazing fire going with a smaller fire for the water. Harry looked at his sleeping wife with a concerned expression.“What did you do to her?” he whispered.“She’s just tired. She needs her beauty sleep.” I took the pot filled with water from Harry and settled it on the fire.“If you hurt her, I swear, I will kill you.”I stood up and walked to him, my dick swinging between us. For the first time, I had a good look at him. Harry had a boyish handsome face with soft floppy brown hair and full kissable lips. Those lips drew me closer as I took his face in my hands.“What are you doing?” he protested. “Anne will wake up.” But Harry didn’t move back as my lips touched his. He pushed his tongue between my lips. Before you could say Joseph Rogers, my cock was standing at attention against Harry’s covered groin.“Ah, how sweet,” I heard Joan said. “You couldn’t wait for us to shoot this tender moment.” Harry quickly broke our embrace and stepped back with an embarrassed look on his face.“What the fuck is going on here?” Anne was back as her bitchy self. “Are you fucking with my husband?” she asked. She rushed at me slapping my hard cock. Pain shot through my body, doubling me over, my hands covering my fast deflating vulnerability.Catching my breath and stuffing my pride, I turned around to attend to the fire and looked into Nancy sympathetic eyes. I didn’t need sympathy; I needed a great fuck, I thought. But that was Mr. Cowboy talking.“I have some good news and some bad news,” announced Joan. “What do you want to hear first?”  “The bad news,” answered a dejected Harry.“Fred said if you two don’t strip and hand over your clothes to us, you’re out the game.”Anne looked at Harry and he returned her gaze with a question on his face. Anne slowly walked towards Harry and started to unbutton her shirt. He handed his shirt to Nancy when Anne dropped to her knees.  Anne then pulled Harry’s pants down, releasing his cock from its textile prison. It was a good thick six inches long and inflating.“Your turn,” said Harry. He wasn’t as seductive or subtle. He ripped off her shirt and skirt, threw it on the ground and started to kiss his wife. He groped her beautiful tits with both hands. I saw how Harry slipped a hand over her belly to her pussy. Before long Anne jumped on Harry and wrapped her legs around him. I quickly took his cock and guided into her. Her arms encircled Harry’s head as she bent down to passionately kiss him. They quickly developed a rhythm as she fucked him furiously.  Luckily, Joan had her camera ready to shoot this amazing erotic scene. All I could do was to play with my cock watching this beautiful scene. I wanted to store it in my memory bank for future use. But I couldn’t watch it for too long. Jealousy crept into my heart. I turned around and walked into the approaching dusk, feeling sorry for myself. The tall trees increased my sense of inadequacy. I was also hungry.

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