After the women from Chicago left, Bull’s safari camp had four solid weeks booked with new guests. He liked the way things ran with Margi acting as his assistant as well as his bunkmate. This idea of someone so young, firm, sexy, and willing in his bed each night was a treat beyond anything he had ever imagined.

The first week of the four-week schedule worked as smoothly as the last, except his guests weren’t expecting him to entertain their women in bed. It was strictly business and enjoyable for guests and staff. Margi kept the drinks flowing and the guests smiling.

During the second week, Bull had a new idea of how he could improve his already flourishing business. On the second day with a new group, Bull had enjoyed another romp with Margi. They were in his bed, recovering from an energetic coupling. Lying beside her, Bull said, “I have an idea to expand your role in the safari business. I don’t want to waste your talents on being a bartender all the time.”

Margi stiffened, staring at him. “Have you decided to whore me out to your clients?”

Bull smiled. “Of course not, sweetie. That’s the last thing I’d want to do. I’m too selfish to allow you in someone else’s bed. I want you right here beside me.”

Her stern look lightened. “Then what do you have in mind?”

“I’ve been thinking that we could double our capacity with two safari guides. Currently, we are limited to six guests a day because that’s all our touring truck can carry. If we have more bungalows and another truck, we could have more guests and that would mean more revenue.”

“How can I help you with that?” Margi asked.

“Margi, you are a smart cookie. You have our guests wrapped around your finger in short order. There’s no reason you couldn’t handle one tour group while I take care of another.”

“I would have no idea what to do,” she said.

“That’s because you’ve never gone out on one of our daily adventures. I have no doubt that if I take you with us a few times, you’ll have the whole thing down pat. You’ll be a world-class tour guide in a flash.”

“Are you sure you’d be willing to let me do that?”

“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever had… other than hiring you. It’s no different than riding on a tour bus in Paris and pointing out the sights of interest to the tourists.”

“If you think so, Jake,” she replied with a smile. “You know I’ll do anything you want.”

He slipped a hand between her legs, feeling her hot wetness. “Yes, you do. But you’re about to be promoted and made a star rather than a supporting actress.”

“Does that mean my pay will be increased?” she asked with a laugh.

“Since you haven’t been paid anything yet, that will be easy.”

“You are wrong, boss,” Margi said as she snuggled closer. “You haven’t given me cash other than tips, but you’ve given me much, much more. I feel safe and comfortable here.” She thought a minute before softly touching his cheek. “I feel like I could stay here with you forever and never want to leave.”

Bull pulled his young assistant into a kiss that was about to blossom into another mating call when he stopped. “Margi, why did you ask if I wanted to whore you out to our guests? Has that happened to you before?”

Margi rolled back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “I didn’t want to tell you the truth, but the answer is yes. The reason I showed up on your doorstep was not because Stephen feared for my safety in South Africa. We agreed I would leave if he would write a letter of recommendation and I would refrain from telling anyone what happened. He did suggest I come to you because he thinks highly of you and thought your Marine background made you a ‘stand up’ kind of man.”

“Tell me what happened with Stephen.”

Margi hesitated a moment before looking at Jake. “He saw me flirting with one of his guests and decided that since I had traveled around the world without an escort or my parents, I was probably easy. He set me up with the guest, expecting me to spend the night with him. The guest told me that Stephen had assured him that I wanted sex and would perform any act he might want. I never found out for a fact, but believe that Stephen even sold me out as if I was a whore.” Margi sniffed and tears formed in her eyes. “I’m not a whore, Jake. I enjoy sex and share it with the people I want.”

“Of course, you’re not,” Jake said as he hugged her. “I can’t imagine anyone thinking such a thing.”

“Well, I did take care of two women one night a couple of weeks ago.”

“Yes, you did, but that was your suggestion, not mine. I would never ask you to do sex for the good of my business.” He hugged her and laughed. “Now, I might ask you to do sex with me for my good, but not for the business.”

Margi kissed him. “And I hope you continue to want sex with me every day for as long as I’m here. I could never turn you down. You are my own Bull.”

***

The following day, when the touring truck pulled out to take their guests into the Serengeti, Margi was sitting in one of the passenger seats with Bull’s suggestion that she was along to help serve lunch and drinks. She was also a part of the touring party for the rest of the week.

The next group of guests arrived the following Sunday afternoon and was treated to drinks and dinner in the main building. The next morning, Margi was a part of the touring party. By the end of the week, she had been to each of the safari group’s standard destinations and was getting comfortable with the job of tour leader.

On Saturday night, after the week’s guests were gone, Jake had a present for Margi.

“To commemorate your graduation from bartender to tour guide, I have a gift for you.” Jake, wearing a big smile, handed her a box. “This is your graduation present.”

Margi excitedly tore open the box to find a khaki shirt, shorts, and a standard safari hat like the one that Jake wore when leading the tour. “Is this my new uniform?”

“If you’re going to be a safari guide, you have to look the part,” Jake said with a laugh.

“Do I get to carry one of those big guns?” she asked with a giggle.

“You can,” he replied, “But only after you’ve learned to shoot it. I had thirty years of service in the Marines to learn how to pull a trigger. If you want to pack heat, you’ll have to learn how to handle it.”

“Maybe I could just carry a pistol on my belt,” she suggested.

“Same rules apply, love,” he told her. “Although seeing you naked with a rifle on your arm would be pretty sexy.” Jake pulled her to him for a hug. “I have several sets of this uniform for you because it’s too hot here to wear the same thing more than once. And you’ll have to wear underwear.”

“I don’t own any,” Margi laughed. “And I think the male guests would enjoy it more if I showed some cleavage.”

Jake thought for a minute. “That’s not a bad idea, but I’m the only person who’s going to see you naked.”

“So, I still get to do bartender duties at night? You know I enjoy doing that.”

“Yes, you can,” he said with a nod. “But from now on, you sit at the dining table with the guests and stay out of the kitchen.”

On the third day for the next week’s group, Jake turned the tour guide job over to Margi. When the group returned at the end of the day, she found Jake at his desk.

“How did it go?” he asked.

“I think it went rather well,” she smiled. “Bukula didn’t make any faces at me, so I don’t think I made any mistakes. Our guests seemed to enjoy it.”

“I’m sure the men did. Were you showing that much skin?” he said, pointing at her unbuttoned shirt.

“No,” she replied while opening the rest of the buttons. “I only want you to see what’s hidden behind this very unsexy shirt.” Margi pulled the tail of the shirt out of her shorts and let it all fall to the floor. “You’ve been sitting here quietly all day and should have the energy to give me a good boffing before dinner.”

Jake watched as she dropped her shorts beside the shirt, standing in front of him wearing only the white, thong panties he bought for her. “I guess since you’ve been doing my job all day, you’ll want to be on top.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea,” she said in a sexy voice while peeling off the panties. “But maybe I’ll just take you right here. Get those pants off, Jake. The tour guide needs a ride.”

***

For the next two weeks, Margi handled all of the tour guide duties. Jake stayed in his office working on something he hadn’t shared with her. But now she had started a new tradition. Each day after returning from the day’s tour, Margi would step into his office, strip and ride him, saying this was all the pay she needed. Jake decided he liked the new tradition and was more than happy to keep it up.

In the third week, a new group arrived from the US. There were three couples, each taking one of the bungalows. At the Sunday evening get-together, Jake and Margi met their new guests. Two of the couples were in their sixties and both had been married for at least thirty years. The men had been successful in business and knew each other from a membership at a country club.

The third couple was younger. Bull decided that the man was probably in his mid-forties and his wife was probably several years younger. The man was handsome and fit. His wife was extremely attractive and shapely. Jake noticed that the younger man paid a lot of attention to Margi and thought he caught the man’s wife looking his way.

Bull, Margi, and the guests had an enjoyable evening. He gave them a rundown on the week’s planned activities and explained that Margi would be their guide. Margi served more drinks than usual, and everyone left happy.

As they were getting into bed, Margi asked, “Did you get a chance to talk with Tim and Tina Henderson?”

“Not much,” Jake said while sliding into the sheets and patting the space beside him. “Did you?”

“Not a lot,” she answered while scooting in beside him. “But I thought Tina was keeping her eyes on you. You may have to perform for her this week.”

“In front of her husband?”

“Why not?” Margi asked while slipping her hand down to his crotch. “Maybe that’s his thing.”

“Well, my thing is enjoying what you’re doing right now,” he explained while stretching out.

“I know these things,” she said before slipping his cock into her mouth. “Watch out for her.”

***

On Tuesday, following the day’s adventure, Margi showed up in Jake’s office. As usual, she immediately began removing her clothes while he watched. When she straddled him, taking his stiff rod, Margi kissed him and asked, “What is a hot wife?”

“Can we talk later?” Jake asked. “I’d rather concentrate on these fabulous tits and tight pussy.”

Margi closed her eyes and moaned. “I think you can do both. Tell me what it means.”

As she glided up and down his staff, Jake took her breasts in his hands. “I think it generally indicates a woman who is shared by her husband.”

Margi groaned before asking, “What do you mean? He shares his wife sexually?”

“Yes,” he mumbled while taking one of her nipples in his mouth. “It would be a man who enjoys watching his wife have sex with another person, usually another man. He enjoys watching.”

Margi was moving faster. “Is that kinda sick? Watching your wife fuck another man sounds strange.” Margi was getting into it, but asked, “Have you ever been with a hot wife?”

“Yeah, once when I was stationed in California.”

“How did it happen?” she asked while panting.

“I met them in a bar. She was coming on to me and her husband asked if I would like to go home with them and fuck his wife. She was pretty and busty, so I agreed and went home with them.”

“Oh, fuck,” Margi gasped. “I’ll bet that was fun!” as she moved faster and took him deeper.

“Well, I don’t think I would enjoy watching someone else have sex with you when I could be doing it myself. But some people are just put together differently.” Jake grabbed her ass cheeks. “Move it, Margi. Move your perfect ass, baby. This old man’s about to erupt!”

Afterwards, while they were cooling down, Jake asked, “Why are you asking about a hot wife?”

She replied, “Today, while we were having our lunch break, Tim Henderson was watching his wife talking with the other guests. I was standing next to him and he said, ‘You know, Tina is a hot wife.’ I didn’t know what it meant and just suggested I didn’t know.”

“That’s interesting,” Jake pondered. “I wonder if he’s going to try to get you and Tina together to provide his entertainment.”

“Maybe we’ll find out tonight,” Margi said as she slipped off his softening cock. “Let’s go take a shower and get ready for dinner. I’ll let you know if he’s suggesting something later.”

“You know… if you’d like to play with them, you have a green light from me. You might enjoy someone younger than your old bunkmate. I want you to understand that you would be doing it because you wanted to and not for your employer.”

***

After dinner that night, Bull was discussing the day’s activities with the two older couples. “How do you know the Hendersons?” he asked.

One of the women offered, “They are members of our country club. She is his second wife. We knew the first one and liked her. Tina comes off as a bit of a sex pot, but I’m sure Tim is happy with that kind of woman.”

Bull gathered that the older women weren’t exactly thrilled to have Tina as part of their group, but guessed their husbands were happy to have a ‘sex pot’ along for the ride.

While they chatted, he glanced over to see Margi in conversation with the Henderson couple. Bull couldn’t see them clearly, but he had the impression that while they talked, the man was fondling his wife’s breasts. Surely he isn’t, Bull thought. Not in front of Margi. When Tina sat at a barstool, it looked to Bull as if Tim had his hand between his wife’s legs. No way!

Fifteen minutes later, Margi walked up to Jake and whispered, “They want me to go back to their cabin for a drink. Do you mind?”

“Not if you are comfortable with it,” he answered. “But keep in mind you’ll have work to do when you get home.”

Margi grinned. “I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Bull watched the three of them walk out of the main building and down the path to the bungalows. I hope she knows what she’s doing, he thought.

Two hours later, Margi came into Jake’s bedroom. He thought her cheeks looked flushed, and her hair was a bit tousled. “Did you enjoy your time with the Hendersons?”

As Margi began taking off her clothes, she said, “Now I know what a hot wife is.”

“What happened?”

“We had a drink together,” Margi said. “Then, after a few minutes, Tim suggested she get comfortable. While I sat there watching, she got naked and stretched out on the bed, and Tim told me that Tina loved to eat pussy and was attracted to me. He wanted me to join her on the bed.”

“And did you?”

“Of course, I did,” Margi said while tossing her clothes into a hamper.

“And…”

“And, after I got naked and on the bed, she went after me. Let me tell you, that woman is wild. Once she got her tongue between my legs, she wasn’t about to let go.”

“Was it good?” Jake asked with a crooked grin.

“Good?” Margi said as she crawled on the bed like a tigress stalking her prey. “She got me off twice.”

“And what was her husband doing while his wife was muff diving?”

Margi grinned. “He was sitting in a chair, stroking his hard prick. He would probably still be doing it if I hadn’t stopped Tina after my second orgasm.”

“Why did you stop her?”

Margi pulled the covers back from Jake to expose his nakedness. “Because she just made me want some hard dick!” She dropped down and sucked his cock into her mouth. “You’d better not be sleepy, Jake. I’m wound up and need a hard, fast fucking!”

In the morning, while they were getting dressed, Jake pulled Margi to his chest. “Will you be seeing them again?”

“Probably not,” she answered with a grin. “But I expect Tim to come after you tonight. And if he does, I hope you’ll invite me along to watch. I expect she would go wild with your big cock stuffed inside her. It would be worth the price of admission.”

On Friday night, the guests all left the main building within an hour following dinner. Jake and Margi wished them all a good night, reminding them that breakfast would be served at 8:00, and the tour would depart at 9:00.

After the guests were gone, Jake and Margi looked at each other.

“What the hell?” Jake said.

“I know,” Margi chimed in. “I fully expected Tim to try to convince you to visit their cabin tonight. Instead, all six of them leave early. That’s strange.”

“Well,” Jake said, “That just gives you a little more time to impress your boss with your kissing skills.”

Margi laughed. “I think my boss is more impressed with my oral skills, but I never want to miss the opportunity to cuddle with my favorite bull.”

For thirty minutes, they sat together at the bar, sipping wine and talking. The hints of sexuality were both strong and amusing. Jake was enjoying it because their occasions for foreplay were always limited. He could tell that the sexual hints were beginning to excite Margi.

Jake made a suggestion. “Let’s take a stroll around the camp. I used to do it all the time before you arrived and distracted me from my duties. It’s good to see that everything is in order and no wild animals are sniffing around our guests.

They left the building holding hands and slowly walked down the path that bisected the cabins. Shortly before reaching one of the guests’ cabins, they began to hear noise.

“Is that music?” Margi asked.

“I believe it is. It seems rather loud for this time of night.”

“Should we ask them to lower the volume?” she asked

Jake held up a hand. “Let’s look a little closer.

After another twenty feet, they could see that the noisy cabin was lit up. Standing on the path, they could see inside and were greatly surprised. With the curtains pulled back to let the breeze in, they could easily see all six of their guests dancing and completely naked. None of the six was dancing with their spouse.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Jake whispered. “I would have never expected this.”

“I guess that’s why they’re traveling together. They have their own country club swap group,” Margi whispered. “Should we leave before they see us?”

“No,” he said with a grin. “Let’s watch for a while and see what happens.” They backed off the path and continued watching.

In less than fifteen minutes, one of the older men had Tina bent over a chair and was pounding her ass with mighty strokes. One of the women was on her knees sucking Tim’s cock and the third couple disappeared into the bathroom.

As they watched, Jake began unbuttoning Margi’s shirt. Once it was open, he fondled her breasts and squeezed her hard nipples. In short order, Margi’s hand slipped inside his trousers and began stroking his stiff cock. The show continued until Margi turned, saying, “I think it’s time for us to get naked and make some noise of our own.”

“I don’t know that I can wait that long, but we can give it a try,” Jake said as he scooped her up and began walking toward their cabin. They were going to have more time tonight than usual to satisfy each other’s desires.

As he carried her down the path, Jake said, “I received a package today that I think will interest you. I ordered something from a sex shop in England. I think I’m going to enjoy watching you use it.”

“You want to be like Tim and watch?” she asked, loving the fact that he was carrying her.

Jake stopped walking and kissed her. “There’s something to be said for enjoying the beauty of a perfect body pleasuring itself.”

“You have a silver tongue,” she laughed. “After I have entertained you, I’ll expect that tongue to find a way of pleasuring me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

***

On Saturday, after their guests were gone, Jake led Margi back to the main building. “Pour us a couple of drinks and join me at the table. I have something to show you.”

When Margi joined him, she found that he had covered the table with drawings. She handed him his drink and asked, “What is this?”

“This is our new plan. We’re going to expand from four bungalows to six. Our popularity is expanding rapidly and we need to take advantage of it. These drawings show how I want to do it. We’ll rent our cabins for two. A customer will pay $6,000 for a week’s rental, suitable for either one or two people. Obviously, it would make sense to have two. We’ll run two safari tours each day and double our revenue.”

“Do you think we can get that many reservations?” Margi asked.

“I do,” he said with a bright smile. “The way reservations have been going, I feel certain we’ll be able to make that climb. And let me be clear, precious, we couldn’t get there without you.”

Margi was surprised at his statement, but overjoyed at his praise. “You really think I’ve made a difference?”

“There’s no question,” he said, looking into her brown eyes. “You are the difference between a regular safari camp and a superior one. The people who come here love you. You brighten their days and warm their nights. You are the difference between normal and extraordinary.”

Margi threw her arms around Jake’s middle. She was excited beyond words. Hugging him tightly, Margi said, “The luckiest day of my life was the one when Stephen tried to sell me as a whore. That brought me to you, Jake, and I’ll thank God every day of my life for finding you.”

Jake held her tightly. “You are so special, Margi. I can’t begin to tell you how much you mean to me and this business. You’ve changed it from a business to a calling, and I couldn’t imagine a better life.”

Margi looked up at Jake with tears in her eyes. “I’m all in, Jake,” she whispered. “I’ll do whatever you want… whatever you need.”

“I just need you to be Margi,” he said with a grin. “That’s all we need to make our clients love us and recommend us to their friends. The power of recommendations will carry us above our competition and make us the best safari choice in Africa. And I promise you, you’ll be rewarded beyond your imagination.”

Margi seemed to sober up. “I don’t want a reward, Jake. I just want you.”

“I’ll be honest,” he told her. “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known. But our relationship is limited to this business. Our love is centered on making people love being here. I’m much too old to be your life’s partner. We’ll do this for a few more years, and then I’ll retire, just like Col. Ferguson. You’ll inherit this business and keep it running for many more years. And I’ll be proud of you.”

Tears were steaming down Margi’s face. “You’re going to leave me?”

“Not any time soon, love,” he said with a smile. “I plan to use your perfect body for many more years before I retire. But you are the future of Serengeti Safari Camp. And when you are ready to retire, you’ll be filthy rich and find some young stud to take care of your needs.”

“Can we go to bed now?” she asked.

Jake kissed her and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

***

Two years passed, and the Safari Camp continued to grow. They had eight bungalows and were running two tours every weekday.

In the third year, Sethunya and her brother, Bukula, found a baby elephant while returning home from a visit with their Sukuma tribe. The mother elephant had died, leaving her baby alone and in danger of being eaten by nearby lions. They brought the baby back to the camp, where they named her Elle (Elle the elephant), and she became the camp pet. Growing up with humans, Elle loved to see the camp guests and acted more like a giant dog than an elephant.

After four years, there were now ten bungalows, eighteen full-time employees and three tours a day. They'd built a dormitory for their employees and a cabin for Bull and Margi to share. They were rolling in cash and looking for ways to spend it.

On his 59th birthday, Bull received a call from England. When he answered, the voice on the other end said, “Bull, this is Charlotte Winchester.”

“Charlotte! How good to hear from you. How are you?”

“To tell the truth, Bull, I’m rather sad. You see, Sir Richard passed away two days ago.”

“Oh, Charlotte, I’m so sorry to hear that. I know you loved him, and I thought he was a prince.”

“He also thought very highly of you, Bull. He often spoke of you and was always planning a return trip to your little part of Africa.”

“I’m sorry he didn’t make it back.”

“Bull,” she said softly. “I’d like for you to meet your son.”

Bull’s breath suddenly left his chest. She'd said, “Your son.”

Charlotte filled in the silence. “He’s a handsome rascal, Bull. He’s going to be tall like his father. He’s already a head taller than his classmates at school.”

“I know Sir Richard was very proud of him,” Bull said in a whispered voice. “And I know that having a son was a point of great pride for him.” Bull was quiet for a moment. “You want me to meet him?”

“Yes, I do. You need to be acquainted with this life you created.”

Bull was almost in tears; something that hadn’t happened in many years. “Do you have a plan?”

“I was thinking of bringing him to spend some time at the Safari Camp. Do you think you would have room for us?”

“You wouldn’t know the camp now, Charlotte. It’s much larger and developed since you and Sir Richard were here. We even have a pet elephant.”

“I’d like to bring him down to you after his school term ends. That would probably be at the end of May.”

“I’ll reserve our best cabin for you for two weeks. Send me the dates you’ll be here and I’ll make all the arrangements.”

“That would be grand, Bull,” Charlotte said, and he could hear the smile in her voice. “By the way, have you checked your account with the Bank of England lately?”

“No, I never have,” he admitted. “Sir Richard told me about the account after your son was born, but I’ve never looked.”

“You should, Bull. I think you’ll find you’re a very wealthy man.”

For the second time in the call, Bull was stunned into silence.

“I’ll send you the bank information so you can see what you have,” she told him. “And, Bull, I want you to know something else. I remember every moment we spent together at your camp. Quite often, when I lie in my bed at night, I recall those torrid moments we spent together creating our son. I know we are both older now, but I hope we can… get close once again.”

This concludes the Bull’s Safari series. I hope you have enjoyed it. My thanks to Black Bull for framing the story and ChrisM for editing.

Edited by ChrisM