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The Camp Slut- Night 4
Date: 3/9/2015, Categories: Fiction, Authoritarian, BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Discipline, Domination/submission, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Group Sex, Hardcore, Humiliation, Males / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Slavery, Spanking, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: Nightside, Rating: 94.2, Source: sexstories.com
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. Any resemblance to real persons, places, or events are coincidental. This story is not intended to be an accurate reflection of any particular lifestyle. Night 4 I woke up into either Heaven or a dream. I had something warm and wet sliding up and down my cock, which was throbbing almost painfully. Something soft and firm held my wrists over my head. A siren’s song of passion building whispered in my ear and breathed across my cheek. My first conscious thought was that I was being raped by my sleeping bag. My second thought was that my first thought was ridiculous, because you cannot rape the willing. I opened my eyes to focus on the face of an angel, her dark hair a curtain shielding us from the rest of the world. Her eyes met mine and I knew I could never let her go. She leaned down, her lips touching mine. We feasted from each other, breath, sound, passion. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hips rolling, swaying as she took her pleasure from me, used me to fill her carnal desires. I felt the soft velvet throat begin to pulse, drawing me in deeper, milking me. I released into her, screaming into her kiss. The feeling of my heat in her must have been what she was waiting for, as her orgasm crested with mine, her screams pushing against mine where our lips met. She clung to me, shaking as if she would float away. We lay there, panting, taking turns breathing through the other, moaning with each twitch, each ...