1. 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

    of hours before the five of us were spent enough to stop. We had each deposited four or five loads into the girls. Bitch’s face had a thick coating of sperm and cunt juices. Slut, her face also coated, had let about half of the bottle fill with the escaping fluids. We untied them, having them kneel as I measured out the results. I filled a shot glass from the bottle. “That’s one, Slut. Open your mouth.” She did and I poured the contents down her throat, and she swallowed. I filled the glass again. “That’s two.” Again, I fed it to her. I repeated the ritual of pouring, counting, and feeding four more times. “Six shots in total. Very impressive, Slut. But you still have earned six swats.” The guys cheered. “Stand up, Slut. Hands behind your neck.” She got to her feet quicker than I would have expected, considering how exhausted we all were by now. I took my belt and swung at her ass from below. She lifted up on her toes as it struck, crying out. Her back arched and she eased herself back to flat footed. “One, Master,” she sobbed. The second swat came from below, as well, and she lifted herself again. “Two, Master.” Tears flowed freely down her face, mixing with the spunk. I continued her punishment, aiming the strike a little off each time to spread the feeling. She counted all six the first time. I was very proud of her, even if the others mumbled disappointment. I told the guys to relax for a while, and took both girls to the stream. Steve thanked me for taking care of his ...
    Bitch for him. I had both girls kneel in the water as I took my time rinsing them off, letting my hands play over their skin. “How are you holding up, Dana?” I asked. She looked up at me, startled to have heard her real name. “I, um, I’m fine, Sir. Part of me is saying that I should be running away screaming, or shooting all of you, but I am actually content for the first time that I can remember. It’s hard, at first, letting go, not fighting.” Slut nodded and smiled. “It gets easier. I still have times where I want to rebel, but mostly it is when I WANT to be punished, or be pushed to a new level.” She looked up at me, her eyes glassy. “Master has been good to me so far.” I smiled, stroking both of their heads before sitting in front of them. “How are you two doing physically? Do either of you need to take the afternoon off? We’ve put you girls through a lot of abuse in a really short time, and there are three more days to go. I think the guys are about at their limits, too, so don’t think that you’ll be the only ones needing a break.” The girls giggled, smiling at each other. “I would like the time to recover, Master,” Slut said. “And saying that we need the break could give the Misters the time they need without seeming weak to each other.” I nodded, laughing. “Good enough. I’ll let everyone know. Slut, call and check in when you two get back. Relax a bit, because I think you are both going to be doing extra chores to make up for giving your pussies a rest.” I stood and ...
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