Saturday, April 16, 2011

Change

Is. Inevitable.

Gentleman Caller

I'm debating whether or not to adopt this look as my new hunting look.  At the very least, it seems to lull prey into a false sense of security.  I mean, who is suspicious of a tracker in a tuxedo, right?  Regardless, on with the pictures of this morning's hunt.

I'm walking through a nice, quiet, wooded area when I ran into this cute girl, who seemed to be just relaxing and listening to the waves of the nearby ocean.


Doesn't the white sand look so relaxing?

I then proceeded to introduce myself and true to my gut feeling, the nice clothes lulled my target into a false sense of security.  It was all I could do to stop from laughing as she made comment after comment on it..right up until the handcuffs snapped tightly around her wrists.


I wasn't the least bit surprised as she offered little resistance when I began undressing her, taking one piece off at a time.



I then decided it might be best if we found a more private spot as certain elements from a nearby shopping area began drifting out way.  Is it just me, or is it hard to cross a swinging bridge without getting horny?


Good thing I had a personal cock sucker at my disposal.

That shopping area in the background looks very familiar.  I just can't put my finger on it.  Of course, I was distracted at the time.


Once I was able to maneuver past the bridge, I quickly secured a quiet grove among the palm trees.





Her facial reaction as I pounded my cock inside of her and shot my load deep into her womb really said it all I think.



I left her there on the white relaxing sands so she could cool off from the experience.  Here's hoping your Day is as Bad.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Don't Cry

As a sign of my age, I can't see the word, much less name, Cry, and not immediately think of this song.

Cry Little Sister

So I'm out hunting today, admittedly the first time I've really hunted in a while due to some things popping through my head, and I come across this exquisite girl.


Now, being the gentleman I am, I popped in and set to work introducing myself.  I of course made sure the man of the house was not at home.  Remember readers, that's Trick Home Invasion Tip Numero Uno; Always avoid raping the lady of the house when the man of the house is home.  Of course, its double bonus points to you if you successfully pull it off when he is home.


I'm always amazed at the different reactions I get when I first grab a prey's skirt or belt.  This one screamed.  Loudly.  It did her no good of course, but assured me that her throat was in strong shape.



Does nobody wear underwear anymore?  Fucking sluts.  Sheesh.


Right about now is when I explained to her why it was not a good idea to let your Tracker know your throat is in good strong condition.  Her reply, as expected, was mumph ump ooph tumfffff!  I didn't have my translator on regrettably, but it sounded Romanian.


As my readers know though, any sucking on Trick's dick is just a warm up.  She squealed like a stuck pig.  I still can't decide if that sound is better gagged, or ungagged.  Maybe some feedback in the comments section on this topic from my readers?


From there I decided I preferred this screamer bent over, so she could better use her diaphragm to get more vocalization.  See?  I'm "always" thinking of others.


As I pressed my cock in all the way, I heard that phrase that most trackers love so much, [09:11]  Mama-Allpa (F) V2.11: The bitch you are fucking has opened herself for you.


Her reaction was as expected of course.



So I did what only a Tracker should do in that situation, and I shot my load deep inside her with the obligatory money shot over the back.

After she cleaned my cock off and I had properly smeared her face and tits with evidence of my visit, so the man of the house would know what his innocent sweet angel had been up to in his absence, I left her in a secure location.


I hope everyone's Day is going as Bad as this girl's.