The Camp Slut- Night 2 - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Night 2

... 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 ...