The Camp Slut- Night 1 - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Night 1

... ice chests and bags when Slut and I cleared the treeline. Mike stared at us silently. Tim did not seem to notice us at all until I spoke. "Slut, take my clothes into my tent, then help them unload." Tim turned, looking confused, then shocked as he watched Slut follow instructions. Both guys looked from the naked, cuffed and collared girl to me and back, the questions obvious. "I'll explain in a bit. Let's get unloaded and settled first. Where's Steve?" Mike nodded toward the trees as he set his load down. "Too many energy drinks on the way up. Fucker was bitching about having to piss for the last half-hour. The way he was dancing, I'm not sure he made it." We chatted idly as the supplied and gear were pulled down, Slut lifting as much as any of us. Steve returned from his emergency call of nature and us guys laughed at his reaction to seeing Slut. Once everything was offloaded and the trucks parked, we all sat. Slut, without instruction, retrieved and opened fresh beers for all of us before kneeling next to my chair. The guys all looked at each other before Mike spoke up. "What the fuck, Dave? Where did you hire the whore? For that matter, WHY did you hire her? And how much are we all in for." I smiled behind my beer, enjoying seeing the color rise in Slut's face. "Nothing. She isn't a whore, and I didn't hire her. She, quite literally, walked into camp pretty much like she is now. She has volunteered to be our camp slut for the week. She has been given her safe word- ...

... balooga, by the way- and I've made it as clear as possible to her and the friend that dropped her off what is in store for her." I turned to Slut. "Slut, these are Misters Tim, Steve, and Michael. You will refer to them appropriately, obey them, et cetera. Gentlemen, meet Slut. Use her anyway you want, but no breaking skin or bone. I promised to return her unharmed." Slut turned to each of them as I pointed out who was who. I smiled as I watched her lick her lips quickly, then blush as she realized what she had done. "Can you cook, Slut? If not, you may want to tap out now before you have to taste anything that limp dick next to you tries to burn," Steve jested, raising his beer to me. We all laughed as I flipped him the bird. I looked at the sky to get a rough idea of the time. I clipped Slut's leash to the front of her collar. "You helped us unload, so you know where everything is. We only planned a week's food for the four of us. If we run out before the week is over, you will be going to get us more. Get to work." Slut bit her lip prettily at my threat, whispering, "Yes, Sir," before getting to her feet and moving around the camp. We continued to chat, watching Slut, slapping her ass as she came within reach, or tweaking her nipples. She would squeak a little, moan softly, but continued to fix the meal. I could see her pussy lips beginning to puff as we continued to tease her. "How is she? I know you tested her out before we got here, fucker," Mike blurted. "I mean, you're ...