I growl while fisting my huge club. Drool seeps from the tip, and quite a few of the girls gasp before licking their lips hungrily. Clearly, they want it.
Then, Melissa becomes all business again.
“Just to reiterate, we’ll go over the rules one more time. Targets will have a two minute head start. You must run towards the woods, and how deep you go is up to you. After two minutes, the Minotaur will begin his chase, and then what happens, happens. Do you understand?”
There are nods all around, and quite a few women shift from foot to foot in anticipation. I can see the slits between their legs gleaming pink in the setting sun, and a few are even tweaking at their nipples, they’re so aroused.
“Yes, Miss Watson,” a pretty blonde mewls. “Just one question. Will the Minotaur be restricting himself to one hole in particular? Or is it anything goes?”
The older woman frowns, tapping her pen on her clipboard.
“Anything goes, of course. The Minotaur has paid handsomely to devour women in any way he sees fit, so he will take anything and everything he likes.”
“Of course, of course,” the pretty blonde says quickly. “I wouldn’t dare think otherwise.”
“Good,” says Melissa with satisfaction. “Now, when the hunt is done, you’ll hear a whistle. It won’t be for a while, but when you do hear it, please return to the clearing. I’ll be doing a head count to make sure no one is lost in the woods.”
A couple of the women giggle, and they all nod once again in agreement. I see the beautiful brunette tug at her right nipple a bit before spitting on her hand and then reaching around to lubricate her asshole. Holy shit, am I really seeing this? What a dirty chickadee! But then, Melissa lifts her starting gun in the air and a pop sounds in the air.
“The hunt begins!” she cries gleefully as the girls scatter, taking off for the forest in their bare feet. It’s quite a sight to see because they’re nude, and their big breasts bounce as those hindquarters shake. But I like it.
“You’ve outdone yourself, Melissa,” I growl. “Thank you for setting this up because it’s going to be great.”
She nods. “You’re one of our top customers, Mr. Cathcart. We’re happy to be of service.”
We watch some more as the girls dart into the forest.
“Who’s that curvy brunette?” I ask as the pretty woman disappears into the foliage. Melissa squints and then nods.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Mr. Cathcart. She’s new, just in from Wyoming I believe. I thought you might like her because she’s exactly your type.”
I nod.
“You thought right,” I growl.
Then, Melissa laughs lightly and checks her watch again. “You have about thirty more seconds. Any last words?”
“No,” I grunt. “I’m ready.”
She nods.
“Then it’s just about time. Five … four … three … two … one.”
With that, I sprint forward at light speed, following the gorgeous brunette. Where the fuck is she? I may not know her name, but I’d recognize that beautiful body anywhere, even in the darkness of the woods. As I step into the darkened gloom of the forest, anticipation burns in my chest. I can hear her breathing. I can sense her fear. I can smell her arousal, and soon, she’ll be getting exactly what she came for.
4
Jemima
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I dart through the brush, running as fast as I can, using only the moonlight to guide me between trees and over roots. My heart thumps in my chest and I must look totally ridiculous. After all, who goes running through the forest entirely nude? I don’t even have sneakers on, so my bare feet are already cut and scratched from the nettles and stones on the wooded floor.
I duck behind a tree to catch my breath for a moment. All around, the thirty other women are doing the same, running like wild to make for an exciting chase and yet I don’t hear much. There are a few giggles here and there, but they seem far away. Already, I feel as if I’m all alone in the heavily forested area.
But then, the naked Minotaur flashes in my mind and I blush, trying to muffle my giggles because he was so huge, and I think all of us were taken aback. He emerged from a grassy area with a full-size erection, and we gasped at the sight. The man must be at least nine inches long, with a base circumference like a soda can. Thick veins traced up his right and left sides, and the tip was drooling already, a heavy strand of semen dropping to form a wet spot on the ground.
But was he embarrassed? Not at all. Instead, as we all watched, he palmed himself, surely grinning behind that mask. He spread the seed all over his throbbing shaft, getting it good and lubed up.