I Fucked the Redhead Assistant in the Office

Best mission trip ever. Or so far. I bet you can guess my religion. I bet you can also guess what it’s about. If you don’t know what a mission trip is, it’s a trip to another location, typically low in this type of religion’s population, and you do good deeds while spreading the word about our religion. Just so you know. This is my first mission trip. They are assigned in many ways. You fill out a form and answer questions about where you want to go, locations, time frame, duration, type of work, and so on. I have heard rumors that where you go and what you do depend a lot on your parents’ involvement with the religion and how much money they give. Since my father and mother are very involved, we are quite rich and give lots of money. I figured I would get a choice trip. I have heard from my older friends the houses they stayed in were amazing. They had pools, hot tubs, cinemas, and gyms. My cock twitched just thinking about the freedom, the girls who might sneak in after dark, and the way their wet pussies would feel sliding down my shaft under the stars.

When I heard I would be shipped off to a third world country in Africa for six months, and I would be going with another guy who was twenty-five years old and had gotten in trouble for messing up last time on his mission trip, I was pissed. Supposedly Brandon was twenty-five, very good looking, very outgoing, very athletic, and he looked like a model. People loved him and he got away with all kinds of stuff. But on his trip to Africa he had used illegal drugs. Because when he got back he tested positive for marijuana. He swore up and down that the open-air marketplaces were fuming with cigarette and marijuana smoke. That’s how he was exposed. But no one believed him. My mind drifted to the redhead assistant again, imagining her big GG tits bouncing while she rode me hard, her cunt gripping my dick until I pumped cum deep inside her.

Director’s Office Reveal

I was called into a meeting with Brandon and our head of the mission program. We sat in the waiting area for ten minutes before we were called in. The director was very old. He had short gray hair, wore a suit, and a bow tie. He had two assistants. An older woman in her fifties, very pretty, no makeup, and wore a bit of a too tight business dress. She had a few gray hairs mixed into her long brown hair. Then there was the second assistant. Hot would not be a good enough description. Seriously hot, on a ten out of ten scale for rating on beauty for face, body, and everything. She would have been one million four hundred fifty-nine thousand three hundred twenty-one. She had a perfect smile, eyes, face, lips, and complexion with no makeup. She had hair past her shoulders that nearly touched her butt. Bright fire red with a few light blonde streaks. The hair was so thick she could have braided it and made a rope twelve inches thick. Then there was her body. Can I describe a hotter woman? Curvy but not fat, skinny but not straight like a two-by-four, and big tits. Way too big for her body. GG cups? They jiggled a bit as she walked. As she leaned over the desk to set down a file they jiggled more as she left. She moved a bit of red hair over her ear as she looked at me and smiled. She didn’t look at Brandon, the hunk. But me, the chubby nerd. I started to sweat as she smiled at me and then left. She was wearing a very basic skirt past her knees, a white long sleeve blouse with a white shirt under it, and a blue bow tie. I know what you are saying. That’s not showing much boob or butt. So how could I know what she was like? Trust me. Her aura, her energy. It was the kind that female supermodels had, super bikini models had, or whatever else there was in the world that the most beautiful and natural women in the world own. My dick hardened instantly, throbbing against my zipper as I pictured her on her knees sucking me off, her thick red hair wrapped around my fist while her tongue licked every inch of my cock.

The man picked up the file and read it aloud. We were leaving in September and would be returning at the end of March.

“Oh please. Not the summer,” Brandon begged.

The man in charge slid his glasses down his nose and smiled. “It’s the best time of year for construction. Less rain. Less bugs. And less deadly everything.”

“Is that why I was chosen? Construction?” I asked.

The man in charge smiled. “Yes. Glad to see you are a quick study. The area you will be going to needs a few things built. You will be working with locals to both train, educate, and build. The buildings and infrastructure you build need to be maintained,” he advised.

My family operated a construction company. My father’s side project was off-grid buildings for survivalists, hobby farms, or off-grid living for anyone. All in a box. We could build it for them. Or they could do it alone with the box we send. All tools and supplies offered. I kept stealing glances at the redhead’s ass as she walked away, imagining bending her over that desk and pounding her soaked pussy until she moaned my name.

“How many boxes is my father sending?” I asked.

“Fifty-five. He donated twenty,” the old man smiled.

“Wow,” I mouthed without a word.

“Why? What’s fifty-five? Is that a lot?” Brandon asked.

“We will be busy. And we only have six months?” I asked.

The old man nodded as the older secretary left. “Brandon speaks the language but from today you two will be in training. Brandon needs to teach you as much as you can, language and customs wise, before you leave. You got one month,” the old man said. His glasses are now removed and put in a case.

“There’s dialects, there’s tough sounds, one month?” Brandon groaned.

“I know French, German, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish, and a bit of Russian. I’m good with languages,” I explained and smiled. My thoughts kept returning to the assistant’s massive tits, how they would feel slapping against my chest while I thrust deep into her dripping cunt.

“Know any Swahili, Xhosa, Zulu, Amharic, or Hausa? Those are the most difficult languages to speak in Africa. And the local dialect where we are going? It’s even tougher. You mispronounce something. They don’t laugh at you. They cut your finger off with a machete,” Brandon was talking fast now. Agitated and acting worried. His leg was shaking and he was biting his fingernail.

“No,” I breathed out like I had failed.

“Regardless. Your information will be given to you about your travel and living arrangements. Your guides will be the same as last time. And you should have fun,” the old man smiled.

I looked at Brandon. His head was in his hands. He looked worried, scared, and sick all at the same time. We got up and went out into the hallway. I adjusted my hard cock, still thinking about the redhead’s slick heat wrapped around me.

“Here’s my phone number. What’s your schedule like next month? I am available after work. Say four pm? We can meet most anywhere,” I explained.

“How about we meet here. They got lots of extra offices and rooms,” Brandon advised. His hair was a mess and he looked frazzled.

“Ok. Five pm then?” I asked again.

“Yeah. That’s fine.” Brandon took my number and left.

I looked over my shoulder to see the gorgeous redhead working diligently at her computer. Her eyes drifted towards me and I smiled and waved. Like an idiot I might add. She was way out of my league. But surprisingly she smiled and nodded towards me. My lucky day. I wanted to fuck her right there on the office floor, her legs spread wide while I rammed my dick into her tight pussy.

Language Sessions Begin

Tomorrow will be the first day Brandon and I meet up for language training. I hoped he would go over customs, clothing, food, and things to avoid. Instead my mind filled with fantasies of the redhead stripping slowly, her big tits spilling free as she begged me to lick her wet cunt until she came on my tongue.

First day. No show. He didn’t call either. Second day. No show. Still didn’t call me. All week. No show. It was on Sunday he was at church. Afterwards I stood in front of him to get his attention. My balls ached from all the pent-up need, every glance at the assistant replaying in my head like porn.

“Oh yeah. Uh. What was your name again?” Brandon stuttered.

“Jake. But everyone calls me Iz,” I replied.

“Iz. What’s up?” Brandon tried to be cute.

“I was here all week. Four pm. You weren’t. I need you to take this seriously. I need your help to survive this trip,” I tried to explain without raising my voice in the lobby of our church. I could still smell the faint perfume she wore, imagining it mixed with the scent of sex after I fucked her senseless.

“This will be easy. Last time I did similar stuff. Going here and there. Volunteering, public speaking, and visiting families. It was no big deal. But they smoke a lot of marijuana there. And it’s a big deal there. So you can’t ask them not to. That’s how I got into trouble. Both there and here,” Brandon laughed, rubbing his head.

“The language though. Please,” I tried begging now.

“No. I learned it in one month while I was there. You’re smart. You will probably have it down in one week. Chill,” Brandon smiled and walked around me.

And that was the last time I saw him until the day we met at the airport. I had my shopping list of clothes, items, drugs, and other items not available there. It was a two-hour drive to the nearest ATM, so I brought quite a bit of cash. Hidden in several places in my bag and clothes. I had to get like four shots to cover several different bugs or viruses I could get in the area. That hurt. Every night I jerked off thinking about the redhead’s dripping pussy and how her ass would look while I pounded her from behind.

“Okay. Mom. Dad. I’m off. I will send letters and call when I can,” I hugged them. Being their only child. They hugged me and talked about how they were going to miss me. I was their only child, and we did way too much stuff together. Not just when I was a child. But now I am 18 years old too. I was worried. I was scared. I had been away from home plenty of times before. Weekend camps, summer camps, religious camps. Each time I was homesick. I sent lots of letters, but I was in the US. I was getting more and more anxious and more and more worried. My last private moment before leaving I stroked my cock hard, picturing her on all fours taking every thrust until I shot thick ropes of cum across her back.

I lugged my two large bags onto the baggage check-in and talked to the employee. I had one small carry-on bag with my computer, cell phone, iPod, and other electronics. I had two battery packs in my bag and two larger ones with solar panels in my check-in bags. Along with Elon Musk’s satellite internet kit. I hoped to stay in touch with it. Where we went there was no electricity and very little electricity. Brandon told me to count on zero electricity. So I prepared. The thought of months without release made my dick twitch again.

I saw Brandon as we got to the terminal. He had a similar backpack to me.

“Got your computer?” I asked.

“No. We will be way too busy,” Brandon laughed.

I was glad he was taking this seriously. I brought it so I could upload pictures and videos from our adventures. Maybe send them home to mom and dad using my small electronic setup and satellite internet setup. My body still hummed with the memory of her smile, the way her tits jiggled, and how badly I wanted to taste her.

“So ready for nearly twenty-four hours of plane, plane, plane, bus, then jeep to get to our destination?” Brandon laughed.

“Yep. As ready as I could ever be,” I said as we sat down in our seats on the plane.

We talked about what we packed, our clothes, shoes, boots, and stuff. He talked about the weather being summer. Their dry season. But they had wells and water wasn’t their biggest issue. We talked about food, drugs, deadly bugs, snakes, and animals. My mind kept flashing to the redhead’s body, how slick and hot she would feel around my throbbing cock.

“They have been in nearly constant war for over one hundred years. Five large groups have been fighting for land, cows, and over who knows what else. Less than two years ago it finally all ended. My group was the first outsiders they let in. It was so strange. The food, customs. And stuff. You will have to wait and see,” Brandon laughed.

“I bet. I’m ready. I’ve been trying to find books on the place. But there’s almost nothing. The language too. Zero information,” I advised as I opened another book.

Then the next thing Brandon said. I was shocked. I felt lightheaded. I nearly fainted. And I was disgusted. My cock, however, betrayed me by hardening at the raw idea of being used.

“How many rubbers did you bring?” Brandon asked. He didn’t even look at me. It was like a nonchalant sort of question. Not a serious one. I felt hot. I felt gross. Like I needed a shower. This trip was for religion, for outreach, for volunteering and helping humans. Not sex. And even thinking about the word made me feel sinful, unclean, and I needed to confess to my preacher. Yet my balls tightened imagining endless women taking my cum.

“Sorry,” I stuttered.

“Rubbers. Condoms. Male birth control,” Brandon advised again. Still looking ahead.

“I’m not certain I understand. I get your words. But like what for?” I asked.

“For protected sex. To not get women pregnant,” Brandon looked at me for the first time.

I knew my face was red. Was it out of anger, humiliation, or confusion? My dick pulsed anyway.

“Zero. I brought zero,” I explained.

“Why are you red? Your face is red. Are you angry?” Brandon giggled a bit.

“No. And yes. We aren’t here to hook up. For sex,” I said. And I barely whispered the sex part. The word hung there, thick with images of thrusting, moaning, and filling every willing cunt.

“This area. It’s larger than the state we live in. We got there. We are on our own. If we can’t buy or bribe our way out we will have to steal a car or motorcycle or horse to get away. And that’s not counting having to fight using a gun or machete. This area has been at war. Not the kind of war you are thinking about. Not modern. This place has been hand to hand with knives. Poisoning water wells and food. Starving whole tribes by burning food supplies,” Brandon was serious now.

Still serious I asked, “And how does any of that mean I need condoms?” My voice cracked as heat flooded my groin.

“There are zero men. None. Not one. None as far as the eye can see. All women. All girls. All old women. They have guns. They have machetes. They are in charge. Their population will not grow without men. And there are none. None coming and none they can buy. And trust me. They have bought every man slave they can. So we are going in there without guards. Sex will happen,” Brandon was serious. His eyes focused on mine. The idea of being forced to fuck made my cock leak pre-cum.

“Rape? They would rape me?” I whispered.

“How can you rape a man? In the butt? That doesn’t get a woman pregnant. But sticking an AK-47 in your ear and telling you to have sex with a woman until you inseminate her. That’s how they do it,” Brandon almost giggled. My mind raced with visions of women riding me, their pussies milking load after load from my dick.

“That can’t be true. You’re messing with me. They wouldn’t have sent us there if they knew or if this was true,” I laughed.

I am a gullible kid. I was homeschooled for most of my life. When I went to a public college I got bullied a lot. And the new friends I had. They used to tease me because I didn’t know much about society, music, and sports. But also they teased me about things I thought were real and were not. And I just thought this was Brandon messing with me. Boy was I wrong. The plane hummed around us while my body burned with forbidden anticipation of what waited on the other side of the world.

By the time the wheels touched down in Africa my cock was rock hard again from the endless thoughts of being used, of women with machetes ordering me to thrust, of slick cunts gripping me until I came over and over, filling them with every drop I had. The redhead’s face kept mixing into the fantasy, her tits bouncing as I fucked her one last time before the real work began. I was ready to survive whatever they demanded, my body already aching to obey.