The Camp Slut- Night 2
Introduction:
The morning after, and everything changes
Night 2
I woke up alone to the smell of coffee brewing. Just as well, because it meant rolling my lazy ass out of the blankets instead of using the Slut to try and work down my morning wood. As I stepped out of the tent, I saw the guys were hard at work taking care of their own. Someone had laid their sleeping mat down- probably Mike, since he was on his back at the bottom of the pile. Slut was straddling him as he tried to match pace fucking her cunt with Steve’s pounding her ass from behind. Mike was manhandling her tits, as much, I think, to keep from getting beat up as to enjoy sucking on her nipples. Meanwhile, Tim was kneeling in front of her, letting the force of the other two shove her into swallowing his cock. I think Mike might have had additional reasons for being where he was, but I figured I needed caffiene before I tackled that thought process.
I went to the tree line and marked a few trees around the camp in case any of the local wild life decided to take an interest in us. Feeling much relieved, I went to the fire and poured myself a cup of coffee. I stood sipping it for a few moments, watching the foursome, before going to retrieve my phone from the truck. No missed calls, still good signal. Good. I turned the camera and started videoing the morning entertainment, making sure to get good close up shots of all the cock working in and out of the slut’s holes. I sat down, enjoying the slurping, squelching, gurgling, moaning, and grunting symphony playing out.
I saw Tim’s body stiffen, his ass cheeks flexing as his hips bucked against her face, and I made sure to aim the camera to catch the moment. “He does have a nice ass,” I let myself think idly. When he pulled out, I could see the drool and jizz running down her chin and neck. I smiled wickedly, following the flow of moisture with the camera down her chest, and, coincidentally, the tit that Mike had in his mouth. Tim’s movement caught Mike’s attention, and he looked up from his suckling and kissed slut passionately- which I again made sure to get clear video of. Nice blackmail material, if my suspiscions were correct. Mike bucked hard a couple times during the makeout part, and I figured he just spent his load. Not that he could go anywhere until Steve was done. His continued pounding, added to Mike’s softening, ended up pushing Slut off of the the cock in her pussy, spilling the contents of her cunt down her legs, onto Mike’s crotch, and down onto his mat. I got up and circled the remaining group to fully document the moment. Yes, I’m a perverted, evil bastard.
Steve finally finished, slamming himself to the hilt into her ass with a groan. Slut probably would have screamed, but any sound she might have made would have been muffled by Mike’s mouth still locked to hers. Tim moved his chair next to mine, and we applauded as Steve backed out and got unsteadily to his feet. I stopped recording and set the phone down, laughing at Steve’s flipping us the finger. Before he walked away, however, he stood over Slut and started pissing on her back. Mike, still trapped underneath her, started cursing, trying to hide as much as possible under the girl. Slut was still, blushing at being used that way, but accepting it. Once Steve had emptied his bladder, he grabbed a beer and sat down with a contented sigh.
“Hell of a way to start a day,” he said, then took a long pull from his beer.
“That it is,” I replied. “Hey, you two. Go wash up. Some of us don’t want Tim’s cock drippings in our breakfast, and I won’t want to smell rancid piss from your tent all week.” Slut giggled, getting to her feet with a soft, “Yes, Master,” and helped Mike get up and gather his mat. They walked off toward the stream, talking quietly.
“I hope you don’t mind us using her, Dave.” I looked over at Tim curiously.
“Why would I care? She’s here to be used. I told you guys that.” I looked back and forth between them.
The glanced at each other before Steve answered. “Yeah, but she told us you’d claimed her as your own yesterday.”
“She said I did what? When? How… ?” I sputtered, my mind racing.
Tim shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. “We were talking this morning before you got up. Mike asked if it would be alright for us to burn off our hard-ons on her. The conversation moved around until she ended up telling us everything that happened yesterday, including you’re saying that she’s yours, that we can use her anyway we want, and that you want to finish the week with her pregnant, if we can manage it.”
I paused bringing my cup to my lips, sipping slowly to give myself time to think. I did say that, didn’t I? I thought about it, and how I felt about her, and seeing them with her. Did I feel a little possessive? Maybe, but I had said I’d make sure she wouldn’t be harmed, so being a bit protective was natural. And not only did I not mind them using the little fuck, I enjoyed it. I even made a video so I could enjoy watching her get used over and over after she went home.
“Yeah… anyway, no, it’s cool if you guys do whatever you want with her. Just…”
They interrupted in unison, “No breaking skin. No breaking bones. Stop with the safe word.” They laughed.
I joined in after a moment. “I guess I say that alot, eh?”
I heard Mike and Slut laughing and talking softly as they came back into the camp, Slut touching his arm before he went to put his mat back into his tent. Slut came over, kneeling at my feet. I just looked at her a moment, trying to sort out what I wanted.
“Breakfest, slut,” I finally said, a little rougher than I’d meant to and she cowered a bit. I took a breath and continued in a softer tone, “And you did well taking care of the others this morning. Good girl.” She beamed at that, leaning over to give my cock a small kiss, and a whispered, “yes, Master. Thank-You, Master,” before scuttling off.
I cut my eyes at Steve and Tim. “Fuck you both, cock suckers,” I grumbled, which made both of them start laughing heartily. Mike came out of his tent looking confused, which made all of us laugh that much harder.
Breakfast was served quickly, and I noticed that Slut had made a small plate for herself, but had not started eating yet. “You don’t have to wait to be told,” I said. “You may eat when we do. Consider it sort of free time.”
She glanced up at me from where she knelt by my chair (she had hooked her leash to the arm of it herself, to my pleasant surprise), and whispered. “There is no more flatware, Master. I could only find four sets.”
I looked around at the others, who were looking at their own plates a little guiltily, and I could feel a wicked smile curl my lips.
“So? You told them about my claiming you as my bitch. Bend over and eat like one.” The guys looked at me in surprise, then turned their eyes to her, waiting. Slut bit her lip a little, the color rising in her cheeks. I could see her eyes start to glass as tears started to well, and I wondered if I’d pushed too far too soon. Her whimpered, “Yes, Master,” was a releif to me as she went to hands and knees over her plate and started eating her breakfast. I could hear soft sniffles from her in the otherwise silent campsite. Regardless of how she felt, the guys seemed to think I’d pushed it, but were being too polite to say anything. Out of curiousity, I reached behind her, slipping my fingers between her legs. She was sopping wet, her pussy lips hot, swollen, and parting. As I suspected, she got turned on by the humiliation, and a tightness I didn’t noticed before in my chest relaxed.
What the fuck was happening to me?
I sat my half-finished plate on the ground next to hers, mumbling something about not being hungry. She finished off both plates, unclipped her leash, gathered the dishes, and went to the stream to clean them. I sat, staring into my cold coffee, trying to sort out my head. I could feel the stares of the others.
“What? No one batts an eye when we hand her around like a cum rag, but now you guys are going to give me shit for that?”
Mike dropped his eyes, “No, dude. It’s just that we’re surprised. You don’t act like that. Like ever.”
Tim nodded, smiling. “He’s right. That little slave girl is bringing out something in you that we’ve never seen. And I, for one, think it’s a good thing.”
Steve chuckled, “Yeah. Just as long as you still let us use the bitch. I’d pay good money for a night with a woman with her skills. Hell, I’d go broke to afford one to take home with me.”
I got to my feet, picking up my phone and dumping the dredges of my coffee into the fire. “Yeah, whatever, guys. I am going to have her call and check in with her friends. Mike, can I talk to you a sec?” Without waiting for an answer, I headed to the stream. I heard Mike’s footsteps following me, along with the hushed conversation starting up between the other two.
“What’s up, man?” Mike asked quietly.
I glanced over my shoulder at him as we walked. “When did Betsy collar you?”
I heard him stop. I chuckled as I turned around and saw his face. He did a great impersonation of the classic horror film ‘terror face.’ “How… wh… Di… ” he sputtered, unable to finish anything resembling a complete sentence.
I laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder and guiding him along. “Well, let’s see. How about we start with the fact that, in all the years we’ve known each other, you have made eye contact with anyone remotely authoritative exactly twice. Add to that the weekends she banishes you from the house and you end up at mine. Finally, the way you and Slut act toward each other is that of equals. She is submissive, almost textbook so. There is no way she would be comfortable talking with anyone Dominant like she does with you.”
He was quiet as we walked. “Don’t tell the guys, please?” he begged. “They would never let me live it down. Betsy collared me back when we were dating still. I only get to fuck Her once a month or so. The rest of the time, She has my cock locked up unless, like this week, She gives me permission to do whatever. She sends me to your house when She brings Her boyfriends over and they don’t want me there. The only reason I know the kids are mine is because She made sure to get DNA testing done.” His eyes never left the ground.
“It’s cool, Mike. I figured that was why you came over as often as you did. And I won’t out you. It’s why I talked to you here. I could have put you to your knees there in camp. Or just shown them the video of you tongue swapping Tim’s cum with Slut.” His head snapped up at that, the terror returning. “Chill. I won’t say anything. I’m too busy trying to deal with my own issues at the moment.” I looked at Slut through the trees as we approached. Mike giggled- yes, giggled- softly.
I looked down at him crossly. Damn, he really was short, wasn’t he? Probably Slut’s height? “Hush, boitoy. Take the dishes back to camp for her.” He laughed, dropped a respectable curtsey, and hurried ahead. Slut came to her feet when she heard us approach, standing quietly as Mike gathered the dishes and disappeared.
I put a finger under her chin, lifting her face. “How are you holding up?”
She blushed, her eyes staying below mine- somewhere around my mouth, if I were to guess. “I am doing fine, Master. Really. I’m enjoying everything so far. Even when You, um, treated me like that. The other Misters really look up to You and respect You, and I can see why. Sometimes I wonder if You can read my mind, because You seem to know exactly how to get me to react. I love it, and …” Her voice trailed off before she finished the sentence.
I let her chin drop, cleared my throat, and handed her my phone. “Call your friend and check in. Come back to camp when you’re done,” I managed hoarsely before turning around and heading back.
I heard the start of her conversation before I walked out of earshot. “Hi. It’s me. No, He just wanted me to check in. *giggle* Yes. Mmmhmmm… “
They guys quieted down as I came into camp, all looking at me. I turned around, then made a show of examining myself. “What!?! Did I turn purple? Grow wings?”
Amidst the laughter, Steve managed, “No. We were just talking about you being all ‘Masterly’ now. Even when she isn’t around. And how this is the first year that none of us has bitched about one of us walking around naked, let alone ALL of us being naked.”
I shook my head, grabbed a beer, and sat down. “so what is on the agenda for today? Besides taking turns trying to impregnate our- excuse me- my little breeder bitch?”
“Fishing? How do you think they are biting in the stream?”
“Does it matter? When was the last time any of us actually hooked a fish, let alone landed one?”
“I don’t know. When was the last time any of us remembered to bring bait?”
We all laughed as we discussed plans for the day. Slut came back about ten minutes later, smiling and looking down shyly as she handed me my phone. I handed it back to her, pointed at my truck. “Plug it in and start the truck. Both batteries need to stay charged. I’m having a hard enough time figuring out how to get you out of here without us having to walk the entire way.” More laughter followed.
The rest of the day passed with the five of us sitting on the stream bank, four of us with lines in the water, Slut going to each of us to provide whatever service we needed at the time, be it a fresh beer, or her lips or pussy wrapped around a cock. She even filled her belly a time or two by not making us get up to piss. She excused herself a couple times to relieve herself, and I think I heard her vomit once after Tim seemed to have saved up a gallon in his bladder that he deposited in her stomach. All in all, a very relaxing day.
I sent her back to camp to get dinner started as we packed up the gear. By the time we returned, she had four plates made and ready. I smiled and patted her head when I saw a bowl on the ground next to my chair with her helping. We ate in relative silence. Well, as quietly as four guys can ever eat. Slut made a show of having her ass in the air as she buried her face in her bowl, eating noisily. We all laughed, and I couldn’t help but stroke her bare back and ass. She sat back on her heels when she finished, smiling, her face a mess of gravy and food bits. I scruffed her head playfully and told her to go get cleaned up.
When she returned, she clipped her leash to my chair. It seemed almost natural by now.
Steve pulled out his guitar and played for us, and we each took turns singing, or trying to. Slut’s voice was crystal bells and violins. As the night and fire wore down, everyone started getting ready to turn in. I asked them before they disappeared, “Who wants to share their bed with her tonight?” The guys looked at me like I had asked if water was wet. Mike finally chimed in, “Dude. She’s yours. If you want to give her out for the night, just pick someone.” Steve and Tim nodded their agreement and headed for their tents. I watched them all turn in, sitting dumbfounded.
Sighing, I pulled Slut into my lap, cradling her. “What am I going to do with you, darlin’?”
She answered by giggling, nuzzling my neck. Yup, that was it. I unclipped her leash, picked her up, and carried her to our tent, laying her on her back on our sleeping pallet.
I lifted her knees up and apart, moving my body between her thighs, my cock laying on her stomach. I lifted her arms over her head, holding both of her wrists in my left hand. I pressed my hips down, sliding my length along her body, my balls brusing against her exposed sex lightly. All this time, I watched her eyes in the near dark, the light of the banked campfire glowing in through the tent window. My right hand move down to massage her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple. I smiled, feeling her body react, her lips part, her breath quicken, her skin begin getting the sheen of her heat.
“Finish the sentence you started this morning. Tell me what you stopped yoursel from saying,” I whispered. I could see the recongnition in her eyes, even through the lust beginning to smoulder.
She whispered back, “I, I can’t, say it, yet, Master. I, it’s too soon. I don’t, can’t yet.”
I gave her nipple a harder twist, pressed the base of my shaft against her clit. Her back arched up and her eyes fluttered closed. “Tell me, Slut. Say the words.”
She bit her lips closed and shook her head, moaning behind her closed mouth.
I chuckled darkly, my right hand tracing down her belly, grasping my cock and rubbing the head along her nether lips. I took a second to control my voice before I spoke. “You will tell me, pet. I will tease and torture you all night if I have to, but I will hear you say it.”
Her body shivered and she moaned. “Please, Master,” she begged. “Please don’t.”
I pushed my shaft just a little against the opening of her cunt, just enough to keep it there. I moved my right hand up to join the left at her wrists, looming over her and whispering in her ear. “Whisper the words to me, or I will impale you through your slut hole and make you scream them, bitch.”
I could feel her make her discision, her body tensing for what she was afraid of. As she opened her mouth, took a breath, began to speak, I rammed my full length into her, burying myself and pressing against the rough circle of her cervix. The words she was going to whisper came out as a scream that echoed through the trees.
“I love you!”
She cried, her secret exposed, I could feel the blood from her embarrassement in her face. Slowly, I began sliding out of her until nearly pulling completely out, before slowly pushing back in.
I whispered against her face, kissing her tears away. “It’s okay, my little pet. I’m scared, too. Because I love you.”
I released her hands and she wrapped her arms and legs around my body. We made love that night, slowly building each other’s passion, stoking the fires carefully, taking our time. We explored each other, learning every crevace and nook, every spot that tickled or caused a gasp of delight. I brought her to orgasm over and over again, and she brought me more times than I thought possible. It was nearly dawn when we finally fell asleep, spent, wrapped in each other.
End of Night 2
