The Camp Slut- Night 2 - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Night 2

... 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, ...