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.”
“We will never be in a rush, Sir Richard,” Bull said as he pulled out a chair for Charlotte. “We are located in a central location that allows us to reach any of our destinations in under an hour’s drive. And I think you find our transport to be comfortable.”
After almost an hour at the dinner table, Sir Richard stood. “I’m sorry to leave such good company and such fine food, but I have a little work to do before all of my people back home go to bed. I have a link to Elon’s network and can reach them as if I were across town.” Reaching over to touch his wife, Sir Richard said, “Stay and visit with Major Browner, darling. I wouldn’t be good company for the next hour or so.” He bent over to kiss his wife’s cheek.
Once he was gone, Bull suggested they return to the bar area and chat. Walking behind Charlotte, Bull could see from the outfit Charlotte wore, a sexy swing of her hips. Now that Sir Richard was gone, he could more reasonably admire the amount of cleavage she was showing. He suspected she would reveal more with her husband gone.
When Bull handed her a fresh drink from the bar, Charlotte asked, “Are you trying to get me drunk so that you can get into my panties?”
“Certainly not,” Bull countered. “If I were going to have my way with you, I’d want you sober and willing.”
“Well, that’s good,” she said with a grin. “I’m not wearing panties and I do want you to have your way with me. I’ve been thinking about you since I saw your pictures in the magazine. Tell me, Bull, how do you like to kiss?”
His mind immediately went back to his first encounter with Emily Hardy, her first night in the camp, when she asked him the same question before fucking him like a wild animal. He replied, “I like long, hot kisses with tangling tongues and roaming hands.”
“Oh, good,” she said in a groan before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling Bull into a long, hot, passionate kiss. By the time the first kiss ended, Charlotte had straddled him on the couch and pulled the top of her gown down to reveal her perfect breasts. “Taste my tits,” she gasped in his ear.
While Bull worked on her breasts with his mouth and hands, Charlotte tugged at her dress until she was naked and tearing at his trousers. “I need your cock, Bull,” she whined while pulling his pants off. Once she uncovered his stiff rod, Charlotte dropped on it, trying her best to swallow it but found it too large to take and had to settle for getting the first two inches in her mouth.
After covering his rod with her saliva, she straddled him once again, quickly moving the wet head to her juicy entrance. As it entered her, Charlotte groaned, “Yes, Bull, that’s what I want. Oh, my God, but you are stretching me so wonderfully.”
Bull had been totally satisfied when the four women from Chicago had spent a week in his camp, but Charlotte Winchester was a cut above anything he had ever had. She was wild and loud, not to mention her sheer beauty and perfect body. His belly, cock and balls were quickly covered with her plentiful juices as she slid up and down his stiff rod, moaning and whimpering as she begged for more.
Charlotte reached her first orgasm and he quickly followed her, filling her pussy with a flood of spunk. While she lay against his chest, Charlotte looked up, saying, “You are a real man, Bull. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked better than that.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he claimed. “You did all the work. I just supplied a hard cock.”
She grinned. “And unless I’m mistaken, that cock is still hard. God, I love it. Are you going to continue to give it to me?”
“I think so,” he replied, “but in a different position.” Bull adjusted his position, putting Charlotte on her knees with him standing behind her. Putting his hand between her legs, he caught some of the dripping cum and wiped it across her lips and nose. “If you want more, you’ll need to taste and smell me. And if what you want is to be fucked, I’ll need to be able to move.”
Before Charlotte could think of what to say or be offended by his putting his jizz on her face, she was jolted by his stiff cock ramming into her dripping wet pussy. As he penetrated her, Bull slapped one ass cheek and then the other. “Is this what you want, Charlotte? You want to be fucked hard and filled with my cum?”
Charlotte couldn’t speak. He was ramming her with his steel rod and she had lost her breath. “Fuck,” was all she could manage to say.
He slapped her ass cheeks again. “I asked you a question. Is this what you want?”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Then say it!” he demanded, slapping her butt again.
“This is what I want, Bull. I want to be fucked like a whore. I want your cum on my face and in my pussy. Fuck me, Bull. Fuck me!”
It took almost ten minutes for Bull to reach his second orgasm. By then, Charlotte had two more and was nearly too weak to hold herself up.
Bull turned her around so that she was sitting. He put his cum-covered cock between her breasts. “The next time I’m going to cover your face with my spunk and let you lick it off.”
Charlotte smiled, saying, “I’ll look forward to it.
After recovering and cleaning up, Bull and Charlotte walked to the bungalow where Sir Richard was waiting. As soon as they entered the cabin, Charlotte called out to her husband, “I’m going to change, dear. Can you entertain Bull until I’m back?”
“Of course, dear,” Sir Richard answered. Then, calling Bull, the older man said, “Join me on the deck, Bull. Let’s have a drink, a cigar and a talk.”
Bull wondered if Charlotte’s husband was wise to what they had been doing, but acted as if he was overjoyed to sit with the man.
After the drinks were poured and the cigars lit, Sir Richard settled back in his chair. “It’s a beautiful night, Bull and I’m happy to be here. Did you and Charlotte get acquainted?”
“Yes, sir, we did,” Bull replied as he blew a puff of cigar smoke. “Your wife is a lovely woman and I believe you are a lucky man. I think it would be fair to say she adores you.”
Richard grinned. “Thank you, Bull. I was fortunate to convince a young, beautiful woman to be my wife. I did give her some incentives to help her decide to marry a man so much older. The longer she stays with me, the greater her inheritance. If she stays until I’m dead, she’ll get everything.”
“That’s a pretty good incentive,” Bull said with a chuckle.
“I’ve given Charlotte everything she’s ever wanted except one thing.”
“I can’t imagine what that would be, sir,” Bull replied.
“I was unable to give her a baby,” the older man said with a sigh. “I tried my best after we were married, but it just wasn’t to be.”
“I’m sorry, Sir Richard. I’m sure it would have been true satisfaction to know you had an heir.”
“Yes, it would be,” Richard said as he gazed at the stars. “Now, I’m hoping, Bull, you can help me out.”
“I’d be more than happy to help you with anything I can, sir. What do you need?”
Richard looked at Bull and smiled. “Make her pregnant.”
***
The remainder of their week in Africa went as planned, except for one small detail. Sir Richard found every opportunity to leave Bull and Charlotte alone for at least an hour. He found it most enjoyable to visit with Sethunya in her kitchen and learn some of her cooking secrets. Richard even offered her a job to cook for him in their English manor, but he found the young woman bound to stay in her native land.
When given time, Bull and Charlotte went at each other with lust and fury. Charlotte understood, without being told, that her husband was giving her an opportunity for sexual fulfillment. She accepted the situation and jumped into it with glee.
While traveling around the Serengeti, Richard always made it a point to walk away from their campsite for a walk with Bukula, their driver, so that Charlotte and Bull could have a ‘quickie.’
On New Year’s Eve night, Bull staged a party after dinner. Sethunya cooked up some extra-special delicacies, and the other employees of the camp joined them. Later, when they were back home, Sir Richard told his old friend Col. Ferguson that he had never had a better time or better food. What he didn’t tell Barney was that he had left Bull and Charlotte together one last time to consummate their mutual lust.
On the morning of their departure, Sir Richard pulled Bull away from the group loading the transport. “Bull, I want to have a word with you, if I may.” Looking back to make certain they were far enough away as to not be overheard, the older man said, “Bull, my boy, you’ve done a wonderful job this week. I’ve never seen Charlotte happier and I’ve had a marvelous time. I also want you to know that I’m aware of your diligence in attempting to give Charlotte a child. If it should happen, there will be something special for you. I would accept the child as my own, raise it properly, and give it all that life has to offer. Since you’ve never had a child, I believe you would be troubled knowing someone was claiming parenthood in your place. I can only offer my word to do my very best.”
Bull shook Sir Richard’s hand. “It was an honor to have you and your wife as my guests for a week. You have my deepest respect, and I wish for you to have everything you’ve ever wanted. I say this even knowing that you tried to hire my cook.”
Both men laughed.
“Perhaps you could come by for a visit if you’re ever in the UK. We would love to welcome you to our home.”
“Thank you, Sir Richard. And perhaps you will come to Serengeti Safari Camp again and recommend us to your friends.”
“Rest assured, dear boy, I will be singing your praises on the mountaintop.” He shook Bull’s hand again and walked over to talk with Sethunya, giving Bull a chance to say goodbye to Charlotte.
“I’ll miss you,” Charlotte whispered as she hugged Bull. “I only wish we could stay longer.”
Bull smiled. “It’s best you go now. If you stayed longer, I would feed Richard to the lions and keep you for my own.”
Bull waved as they drove away, happy for the experience, but sad to see them go. He shook his head slowly and called to his chef. Holding out his hand to her, Bull said, “Sir Richard said he was sorry you wouldn’t come to work for him, but he did leave you a tip.” He took her hand and placed four one-hundred-pound notes in it. “Thank you, Sethunya. This camp just wouldn’t work without you. Now, get back in the kitchen and decide what you’re cooking next week. We have a party of six arriving Sunday evening.”
***
Three months passed before Bull heard from Sir Richard. In a telephone call, Richard advised Bull that his sweet wife was three months pregnant. They already knew it was going to be a boy and they were nothing short of thrilled.
Sir Richard said, “Bull, I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me, an old, undeserving man. However, the day my son is born, I will open an account for you with the Bank of England. It will be a trust for you that will pay you handsomely in the years ahead. It would be my hope that after I’m gone from this earth, you will come to my home and meet young Richard Winchester II. And may God bless you for the rest of your days.”
Bull felt a little guilty for receiving a reward that he never sought. But he thanked Sir Richard for letting him know and promised to see Charlotte again after Richard’s death.
Bull hung up the phone and stared out the window facing Mount Kilimanjaro. He smiled, knowing that he had done something good for Sir Richard and his wife. Speaking to the air, he said, “My son will have everything a boy or man could want. Sweet!”
Picking up his cellphone, Bull opened the photo section and filtered through the pics until he found the one he wanted. He smiled as he studied the picture of a naked Charlotte, on her knees, with her face covered with his jizz. “Holy fuck,” he said. “You were something special.”
Edited by ChrisM
