A warm breeze blows your tawny blonde hair away from your face as you run. You maintain a moderate pace, ignoring distractions, focused on your prey. He is up ahead, where the asphalt path curves near the lake. He is completely unaware that fifty yards behind him is a cheetah on the prowl.
Your snug sports bra holds your compact B cup breasts up nice and high. You are equally sleek and enticing below the waist. You always wear a thong under your split sided running shorts. Each time you lift a leg, you show off one of the smooth, bare flanks of your ass.
You like the lustful stares you get from men. What you like even more are the glares of resentment from women. Some of them might have bigger boobs or cuter outfits than you, but none of them has what you’ve got. With your athletic build and sultry, determined expression, you radiate sex appeal like a cat in heat. A big cat.
You met your boyfriend Greg in this same part a couple of months ago. You already were living with a guy at the time. Like that mattered.
Greg was playing soccer with some friends, shirts versus skins. His broad chest and muscular arms looked so good that you knew you had to have him. When a wild kick sent the ball in your direction, you grabbed it. Instead of tossing it back, you pointed at Greg, then crooked your finger. He grinned, shrugged at his buddies and jogged over to you. His upper body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, giving him an irresistibly manly scent.
“I’m here for the hostage,” he said, nodding at the ball.
“It’s yours for a kiss,” you replied, in your best bad little girl voice. You put the ball behind your back. “And it has to be a really good one.”
Greg looked back at his buddies again, like he couldn’t believe his luck. You knew you had him as soon as he leaned forward to press his lips against yours. You opened your mouth and found his tongue. He put a strong arm around you and pulled you close. Not breaking the kiss, he took the ball and tossed it backward over his shoulder. His buddies got the message and resumed their game without him.
“What’s your name?” he finally said, his big arms till around your trim waist. His face was flush with desire. His hard on pressed against your stomach through his baggy shorts.
You wanted to keep things physical, animal, primal. You looked in his eyes and said, “How about if I tell you after you fuck me?” His cock gave a spasm.
You didn’t spare a thought for the guy you were living with as he drove you to his apartment. That would have been too civilized, too human. All that mattered was the moment, and mating with this new man. In the elevator he was all over you, squeezing your tits and putting his hands down the back of your running shorts while you French kissed. As soon as you were inside his place, both of you were out of your clothes fast.
“I want to taste this big, beautiful dick,” you said, tugging his slightly curved erection. You pushed him onto his couch and went to your knees between his legs. Then you opened wide and started sucking.
Arnie, your live in boyfriend, would be devastated later when you told him you had found another guy. Too bad. Arnie was yesterday’s fun. He was getting boring, and you were ready to move on. You were a hungry, savage pussy with a big appetite.
Greg’s cock soon was throbbing between your lips. You knew he was close to losing control. “Go ahead and come in my mouth,” you told him. “Then we’ll see if you’re man enough to fuck me when you’re done.” The words had barely left your lips before his cock began spurting. You took the first big gusher on the cheek, but swallowed the rest.
You were so hot by then that you climbed onto the couch cushions to shove your crotch in Greg’s face. Your hands were pressed flat against the wall for support. “Eat my cunt,” you said, grinding your pussy against his mouth. “Suck my pussy and make me come. Lick my clit.”
Greg slid a middle finger up and down your crack while he lapped your neatly trimmed twat. He slipped the thumb of that same hand up your snatch and worked it in and out. It felt fantastic. You needed to get fucked. You needed it right away.
“I want you inside me,” you said, squatting over his lap and taking his cock in your hand.
Greg managed to ask, “Do you want me to get a rubber?”
“Fuck, no!” You sat down hard on his stiff cock. It still was impressively hard, even though he had come only minutes before. You rode up and down on that big dick, rubbing your pussy at the same time.
Greg sucked your left tit, then your right. He used both hands to press the tips of your breasts toward each other, so your nipples almost touched. He darted his tongue between them. You turned around without lifting your cunt from his cock. Sitting on his lap with your back to him, you leaned forward and held your butt cheeks apart.
“Finger my ass while you fuck me,” you said. That was something one of your first lovers had taught you. He was very into ass play, with his fingers, tongue, toys and cock. You thought that was nasty at first, but you developed a taste for it in a hurry.
You felt Greg tentatively massaging the puckered rim of your anus. “Give me more,” you said, bucking up and down on his dick with your pussy. “Go deeper.” One of his long fingers probed inside your sphincter. Then he slipped it out and inserted two fingers at once. Deep.
“Ohhhhh,” you moaned, loving the sensation. You didn’t know his name yet, but you knew he was going to be a keeper. At least for a little while.
Impulsively, you raised yourself off Greg’s cock and thrust your pelvis forward. Holding his slimy prick in your hand, you placed his swollen dickhead against your asshole. The only lubrication on his big cock was your pussy cream. That was fine with you. You really wanted to feel this fuck.
You took the first two inches of it up your ass without much trouble. But you had to wiggle around like a real slut to wedge the rest of his massive cock inside your tiny asshole. The feeling was so overwhelming that you opened your mouth to cry out, but you couldn’t make a sound.
You kept frigging your clit with one hand while you bounced up and down on Greg’s dick with your ass. Tears rolled down your face as you whimpered through a pair of back to back climaxes.
“Jesus, your ass is tight,” Greg groaned. “Goddamn, it’s tight!” He gripped your waist as he pumped in and out of your clutching, burning ass. It wasn’t long before you felt the telltale throb that meant he was ready to come again. Then he was doing it, shooting off a hot load inside your bowels.
Arnie called you a goddamned cheating little bitch when you told him you were moving in with Greg. But you aren’t a cheater, you’re a cheetah. Cheetahs have to hunt to live. They are the only cats who never retract their claws. Just like you.
Your latest prey, that guy on the path up ahead of you now, is as black and chiseled as an ebony god. You put on a burst of speed and easily sprint past him, but not too far. You can almost feel the heat of his stare on your long, white legs and your trim, upturned ass.
You can’t wait to feel his cock inside you. It’s been a long time since you had a black guy. Greg will be pissed when you tell him it is over between the two of your, but that’s too fucking bad. You have feasted on his body long enough. Time to leave that used carcass behind and move on to some fresh meat.
The black stranger is picking up speed behind you, closing the gap. He definitely wants what he sees. To keep the upper hand, your next move will be tricky.
You stop abruptly in your tracks. He is running too fast to avoid a collision. You roll sideways with the impact, making sure he winds up on his back in the grass. You quickly straddle his body, your crotch against his. You can feel through his tight spandex shorts that his cock is upright and hard, just as you hoped. You scrunch your pussy up and down a couple of times against that thick bulge.
He looks up at you with a mixture of suspicion and desire, but doesn’t say a word. You set his mind at ease by collapsing against his massive chest and shoving your tongue in his mouth. Then you put your lips against his ear and breathe, “Do you want to fuck me?”
Seconds later, you are leaning over and holding on to a tree behind some bushes. Your running shorts are on the grass. Your thong has been yanked aside, baring your crack. The stranger is holding the cheeks of your ass apart so he can see your pink anus and your stretched wide cunt. You are on the receiving end of a vigorous, sweaty stand up fuck, like a beautiful animal in the wild.
You close your eyes and rake your sharp claws down the smooth bark of the tree, practically purring with pleasure. You know you will continue screwing around on every lover you bring to ground, including this latest one. Each of them will feel betrayed, hurt and angry because of your endless cheating.
But to a hungry cheetah like you, that’s just the law of the jungle.