The Camp Slut- Night 5 - Sex Stories

The Camp Slut- Night 5

... “To be fair, you didn’t ask.” I stood up and exploded. “Why the fuck would I think to ask!?! You’re the one who asked where I’d hired a whore! You fucked her every which way from Tuesday just like the rest of us! Granted, she isn’t biologically your sister, but legally, it’s incest. What the fuck, ‘dude’?” Mike was cowering, and I could see Gail taking a long time to fold up the blankets. “I didn’t recognize her at first, Dave. I swear. It wasn’t until you said her name that I realized who she was. I’m sorry, man. I’d have told you, I swear.” “Gail! Did you know?” “No, Master,” she squeaked. “The last time I saw Michael was at my seventeenth birthday party. Elizabeth doesn’t come home very often, and almost never brings her family.” I could hear her crying, could see the tears and pain on Mike’s face. It tamped the rage to a dull heat. I turned, heading for the stream path, calling over my shoulder. “Get the truck packed. I need a minute or two to cool off while I figure things out.” I sat on the stream bank, throwing rocks into the trees across the way. Why was I so angry? So hurt? Did it really matter that one of my best friends had history with the girl I loved? That thought stopped me. I loved her. That beautiful, submissive nymphomaniac. Up until the phone call with her father, I had every intention of taking the little slut home with me, collaring her, even marrying her, just to keep her with me. Had any of that changed? No, it hadn’t. Even sitting here fuming, I could ...

... feel something missing because she wasn’t next to me. I sighed, getting to my feet. I turned to find Gail kneeling just at the end of the path, her face a mess of tears. Softly, she whispered, “Everything is packed up and ready, Master. I have a set of clothes set out for you to dress in.” “Come here, Gail.” She started to crawl over. “No. Stand up and walk. The game is on hold for a moment. I want to talk to you.” She got to her feet slowly, stopping a couple steps away, still looking down. I closed the gap, lifting her chin with a gentle finger. “Look at me, Gail.” She lifted her eyes to meet mine. “It bothers me that you and Mike hid this from me. As soon as one of you knew, you both should have told me. Still, it’s done, and it doesn’t change the fact that I have fallen in love with you. I’m still going to try and steal you away and put MY collar on your pretty little neck, and maybe a bit of sparkle on your hand. That is, if you want me to.” I could see the excitement grow in her eyes as I went on, her tears changing to those of joy. She jumped, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes, yes, yes. I want that very much, Master.” I laughed, hugging her. “Ok, Slut. Let’s get back so we can go meet your parents and get things settled.” The drive to her parents’ home was interesting. Slut sat in the middle between Mike and I, still naked save for the steel cuffs and collar. We had to stop in town to fill up on gas. I made her get out and pump the fuel while I went inside to pay ...