Experiences in East Africa

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Experiences in East Africa
This is a true story which, unfortunately, may have come to an end.
About five years ago I began helping lead a program in East Africa. When on safari we were staying in a tented camp where the drivers and clients eat dinner in the same area. After dinner I went over to my lead driver to discuss the next day.
After the other drivers had finished and gone, I asked him how he became such a good wildlife guide. He told me a little. I asked him if he had a wife and k**s. He did back in his home village, but his k**s were on their own now. I do not know exactly how old he is, but I would say 45 to 50 based on some of the history he related.
I admit I had a couple of glasses of wine that evening, for I became a little bolder. I asked him where her grew up. He hesitated and said he grew up on the border of the Congo. I kept pushing and asked if he had been involved in the extensive fighting there. He lowered his eyes, embarrassed and yes, as a young boy he had canlı bahis been conscripted into a Congolese guerrilla group.
Now I got really bold and asked him if he had ever ****d a girl during his time with the guerrillas. Again, he hesitated for some time and then admitted, yes, many times. But quickly added that he escaped from the group as soon as he could and moved to East Africa. Pushing further, I asked if he ever dreamed about those times. He did not answer but nodded his head. Then said all the time.
Taking another drink of my wine I pushed further, for it had been two weeks since I had been at home. I said, “Do you ever dream of reenacting those times, with a consenting partner of course?” He looked confused and embarrassed. “Consenting?” he queried. “Yes, where she wants you to.”
He looked very confused. Now feeling my wine, I said “I would like to play out being ****d.” He looked even more confused but then the light dawned. I told him my tent location.
In the perabet giriş middle of the night I heard the tent zipper go up and he was standing there. He put his hand over my mouth a said, “You sure you want?” I nodded yes and he ripped my panties off and proceeded to fuck the shit out of me. As he got into the role he was muttering somethings probably very nasty in his native tongue. Finally he came, then got up and left me there gasping from my second orgasm.
The next morning I slipped him a US $20 and said thank you. Since then I have asked for him as my lead driver. Every chance he gets he will slip into my tent or cabin at night, or into my room at our base hotel, if his schedule allows him to be in the compound. I always leave my door unlocked for him..
Usually I do not hear him until he is standing over me. Sometimes he flips me on my stomach, ties my hands behind me and enters from the rear. Always I tip him well but now usually at the end of our perabet güvenilir mi trip.
This May we were at a tented camp and he apologized but said he had to leave camp to do some shopping in the neighboring town. He asked if I would like the camp guard to “service” me that evening. I told him yes.
In the middle of the night the zipper went up. The guard is a gentleman that patrols the camp with an old shotgun to keep out lions, hyenas and the like. He did the same, flipped me on my stomach, tied my hands tight behind me and without comment began to fuck the living daylights out of me. He was rougher than the driver, but I loved it. I buried my head in the pillow so my grunts would not be heard. I got a little scared with the v******e of his attack, but that just excited me more. I think I came three times. At the end he untied me and left.
The next morning before we left I handed him $40 in front of the group, shook his hand and said “Thank you for ALL you do for us to keep us safe and happy.”
Unfortunately, I am afraid the program is over and I won’t get to go back. But I have my memories. The last two years of my marriage whenever my husband fucked me (a very gentle and not very well endowed man) I dreamed of my driver.

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