Alex looked at the application in front of him. Now where was this lass from? Oh yes, Antima a small tribal village in Indonesia. Why did that sound familiar? Then he remembered. He had been watching porn and saw a clip a researcher had made of tribal women who followed tradition and would suck the cock of any tribal man who put it in front of them. The porn had played like a documentary chronicling many types of footage of women in loin cloths sucking big hard dicks.
She couldn't be from this place could she? Her qualifications for the job he was hiring for were skimpy but he couldn't resist the urge to find out if it was true.
Alex asked me to join him and Tracy for drinks and I agreed whole heartedly. So here we are making small talk in a hotel bar. It was always hard to make friends. Garth and I are so different than anyone else around here, but we were willing to keep trying to connect with people. That's how we came to arrange date for cocktails with Tracy and Alex. I'd been working at the Trillia Office for some time now. It was a small firm in the industrial area and Alex was the boss. Unfortunately Garth had to work late so I went on ahead and greeted our friends.
I was the first to arrive. I sipped my chocolate martini and put my full lips around the cherry as I thought about the day I got hired. It was a cool, crisp day and I was instantly attracted to the man with the sparkly eyes would stood before me ready to give me an interview. I thought he would let out a whistle when his eyes first roamed over my firm and ample curves. I knew I had that effect on men. He took me in, in one glance, and then smiled.
The questions asked during the interview were basic and not too difficult. At the end of the interview he asked me if I had any questions. I nodded my head shyly.
Then in a bold and dangerous move he asked, with a twinkle in his eye, "Your qualifications look good, but can you suck cock?" His smile said he was kidding but his growing hard on, indicated he was serious.
At that comment I slid behind his desk and lowered my shirt revealing my gorgeous tits. I rubbed his manhood through his pants. He undid his pants and pulled out his large throbbing cock. I stuck out my tongue as I had done hundreds of times before and felt him place his cock on it. Then he started pushing inside my little mouth, back and forth. My tongue rubbed against his cock every time he pushed inside me. Then I closed my delicate mouth around him and squeezed him in my mouth inhaling him ridiculously deep. Having sucked so many cocks had taught me a few things about what men liked and how to get them to release their hot wet liquid down my throat. He held my head tight and fucked my mouth like a man possessed. Before long I felt the wetness from his eruption land on my porcelain tits. I got up quietly and washed myself off in his private bathroom off the office. I looked back and observed Alex watching me scrubbing his cum off my tits through the open door with a huge smile on his face. His dripping cock echoed his jubilation.
My eyes lit up as I saw Tracy and Alex arrive through the door. We greeted each other warmly. We perched ourselves on the stools and animatedly shared stories from our past. Then the conversation turned to how we had met our respective spouses. Alex and Tracy revealed they had met at a sex club. Their story was graphic and exciting. Soon they started to look at me as if I was a piece of meat to devour and I felt rippling sensations beat inside me. I didn't know how I felt about this development, but my body was telling me I was getting very turned on. I think it was my third martini and the sexual charge in the air that allowed me to share my story with them. I had never told anyone else my unusual upbringing, and how I had met Garth.
Garth and I met years ago when I was living in the canyons on a remote island in Indonesia where I was born. It was an entirely different life there than it is now, since we were rescued and given an opportunity to join civilization. What happened there wasn't civilized, but it's a culture my ancestors have nurtured through the ages. The tradition in the tribe was centuries old and gave honor and great rewards to the strongest and smartest man in our tribe. Garth saved me from him.
It all began in a place where time literally stands still. We had no means of calculating time, we were just that remote. On the day one of the female tribe members is born, the appointed Time Keeper elder, draws the shape of the stars and the position of the sun with a crude piece of charcoal in an enclosed chamber. Access to this information is only allowed by the elder who was appointed, the Time Keeper.
On the eve of the girl's 20th birthday, the person who remembered the positioning of the stars and sun accurately as on the day she was born would be on this day allowed to challenge the Time Keeper. Each of the men was only given three chances each to guess the correct date. They were to anticipate the correct alignment of the stars, and thus her birthday to be able to win the maidens hand in marriage.
As I grew older I started to notice the men of the tribe looking at me hungrily. When I turned 18 the Timekeeper called me to sit beside her.
"Now my precious beautiful one, you will learn how to please a man, from now until your 20th birthday. Whenever a man presents himself to you, you will use your mouth to satisfy his need and remove his seed from his body. These men will be your teachers so will be able to please your husband when you turn 20. Learn from them my dear, and always say yes."
I wondered if she told all of the men because from that day onward, they started coming to up to me and sticking their long cocks in my mouth. They would teach me how to suck them, how to please them, and how to create the fiery eruption that seared my throat. Some days they came back two or three times; other days five or six men found me and would use my pretty mouth to satisfy their desires. Often they would make me strip and bounce my ass up and down as I sucked them.
The one thing they were not allowed to do was touch me below my waist. My young tits got slapped and sucked and covered in their hot cum. Sometimes I enjoyed feeling the power of a strong cock erupting in my mouth, knowing I had the power to do that, other times my mouth felt sore and overly stretched by the big pieces of muscle that penetrated it.
I had to go to the river several times a day to bathe the men's cum from my body and mouth. That's where I happened along my secret cave. My secret hiding place; my cave of refuge. The place I would go when I wanted to hide from the world. It had been created in the canyon by some big birds. I continued to carve and tear away at the soft rock until it became bigger and bigger. During the two years before I turned 20, I would claim to be picking berries but would go to my cave and appreciate the solitude.
My long black hair, exotic oriental look and big eyes had always encouraged the men to look at me too long. I had the body of a gymnast with a strong arch in my back making my tush stick out when I walked or stood. As I grew older I looked at the men questioningly when they blatantly showed their attraction. After I turned 18 they would often corner me under a tree and bring me to my knees swaying their big hard cocks in my mouth. I would suck them and taste their sperm.
I sucked the tribal men, both of us knowing they wouldn't be able to penetrate my tight virgin hole unless they beat the odds and won me as their wife. Sometimes I felt their frustration as they ripped into my mouth forcefully or covered my face in dramatic bursts of hot cum. The men honored the tradition but their glances assured me that they wanted more and more. Looking down at my budding body, the endless question kept coming to mind, over and over again.
When will it be my 20th birthday?
When will I become a man's wife? What man will I take care of? Who will I bathe and sexually satisfy his every whim? Who will I find food and cook it for? I was lost in my thoughts when I looked up. I made a face and rolled my eyes. It was Ramos. The strongest and meanest of the tribe members. He had made me suck his cock and he'd touched my body many times. Ramos was often rough and would hold my mouth still as he pulsed his release into the back of my throat while squeezing my tits hard.
As chief no family member questioned him when he stole me away in the middle of the night to satisfy his sexual urges.
"I'm going to fuck you on your 20th birthday and make you mine," he often promised.
His timing and trickery had allowed him to possess 15 wives making him the ruler and chief of the tribe. Ramos was catered to continually by both men and women. Often the cries in the night could be heard from his hut as he claimed his masculine right with one or more of his many wives. His tastes were animalistic; his desires intense.
Ramos's presence frightened me. He was so smart and astute that he was able to miraculously memorize each positioning of the stars to identify them at a later time. I often wondered if he had found a writing tool himself, but I had found no evidence of it. The sparse and often desert like conditions of our environment offered no such opportunity and surely someone would have seen him. I often dreamt of being rescued by one of my many male friends and suitors whose company I enjoyed from day to day. But the man I wanted to marry the most was Garth. Garth treated me like a precious princess in every way and I loved him. His cum was sweet and flowed down my throat like an elixir.
The day of my 20th birthday began like every other. The sun rose, the birds chirped, the winds hollowed through the canyons, and then there it was. The bong. The bong that assembled us all so we could witness a man's quest to find a wife by announcing her 20th birthday.
We were all assembled in the tribe circle when the elder began to speak. He talked about a challenger and then I heard my name. Suddenly I became nervous and scared. Surely I couldn't be 20 already. This man can't be my betrothed. The thought suddenly scared me and I felt panic seize my soul. He was too big, he would hurt me. I visibly trembled as I walked to the makeshift podium. All eyes fixated on the Time Keeper who ceremoniously walked into the chamber after talking to the man who wanted to claim me.
When the Time Keeper returned, she put her hands over top of his, looked at me, and raised his hands with mine and hers to the sky, signaling his victory. As the tribe members yelled and whooped he grabbed my soft delicate skin roughly, kissed me hard, and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. His mannerisms were vile; his kiss rough and uninvited.
I trembled once more and realized my life was over, that living hell had just begun. Garth was watching with a pained expression on his face. I looked over at him with pleading eyes that seemed to visibly tear him apart. His fists were clenched and tears were rolling down his face.
I started to cry. Garth came towards me then, pushing into the crowd.
Ramos looked at him with contempt asking, "What the hell are you doing lad? This morsel is mine to succulently enjoy!"
Garth kicked him hard then. His friends joined by pushing and causing a distraction. I took the opportunity to run. I was limber and prepared for this day. I dashed through the canyon at full speed eluding my captors with many twist and turns and then suddenly I was in my cave. I knew this day would come and I was prepared.
