by Misty Kayn
"I'm getting a ski later. Will that do?" He pressed a soft kiss behind her ear and rested his erection against her core. Oh, God yes. She ran her palms through his hair and lifted her bottom when his fingers dug into her ass.
"Please," she whispered, "make me come." She spread her legs wider when he bit and kissed her neck then down her chest. He cupped her breast and sucked a pale nipple into his mouth. Her hands pressed him down on her breast while she rose up to meet his mouth. "Oh please? I hurt. I need it. I need it, please."
“Want,” he said. “That’s not what you need.”
Long fingers lingered at her entrance and she gasped at the pressure as he plunged them inside. He didn't stroke her, he flicked two fingers against the soft walls hitting the spot she hoped he'd assault soon with the tip of his cock. His fingers worked her, his mouth found its way to the other breast. He bit. Her walls fluttered, she was so close, so needy, she lifted her bottom to meet his fingers. Cum slut begging for release. She panted, rode his fingers, wanted more.
He flipped them, his back to the mattress.
"Noooo," she groaned. Sitting on him, she threw her forearm over her eyes. She peeked underneath it.
He held out his hand for her to see how wet she was. He rubbed her pussy juice between his forefinger and a thumb. "Look at this," he wiped his hand on her stomach. "Sopping wet pussy. My God it's what," he flipped his wrist, "only ten in the morning."
"We should get an early start," she said, nodding.
"Nothing better than morning sex, hmm?"
"Nothing. Definitely." Morning sex was intimate, and she didn't know if he felt the same way, but that didn't mean she couldn't beg for it.
"Come here." He guided her body, her pussy rubbing on his lower abs. While he sat her above his groin, she wiggled her way down until his erection was firmly against her opening. Desperate measures. She bounced a little on top of it.
"You ready to do some work Cowgirl?" he asked.
"Yes!" Riding! Riding!
"You a lazy puppy?"
"Noooo." She shook her head.
"Good, go get us some breakfast. Your friend has directions to a place."
She fell on top of him, buried her nose in the crook of his neck. She inhaled the lingering tint of his cologne. "I changed my mind, I'm a lazy puppy."
He slapped her ass.
"Lazier now."
"I'll send you to town naked and leashed."
She propped her forearms on his chest. "You wouldn't."
His face was blank.
She scrunched up her nose—he would—and grumbled her way to the duffle bags. Purple underwear, matching bra, black cotton shorts and a yellow halter top in her hands, she turned away from him and dressed making sure she bent at the waist, not at the knees.
"My wallet is in the pocket of the smaller bag. Get about five meals, eggs, sausage, bacon, the works. Orange juice, no coffee for me."
She unzipped the bag and found a well-worn brown wallet. She paused and looked up, tips of her fingers swiped across the scratched surface. His head rested on his arm, his beautiful body on display, his cock hard and proud, his eyes watchful. It would be so easy to glance at his ID, read his full name and address. She could Google him, find out what he did, if he had a record, find pictures of him, Facebook account, well, almost anything that was available. Did he want her to look? He didn't say.
Eyes locked with his, she flipped open his brown leather wallet and then peeked inside. She took out a fifty, closed the wallet, and placed it back in the side pocket of the small duffle bag. She picked up her purse.
"Shaye?"
"Sir?"
He padded the air mattress next to him. She walked over and sat down. He reached to her neck and fiddled with the collar. From yesterday to this morning, it was like a second skin. She'd miss it on Monday.
"How are you feeling this morning?"
"I'm good, thank you. You?"
"Pleased."
She brightened. Pleased. It sounded good to her, like a promise, while the weight of the collar came off for the town trip. She missed it already but appreciated that he removed it.
His palm on her exposed neck, he cleared his throat. "We go on as planned."
She bit the inside of her mouth and fisted the breakfast allowance in her hand. She didn’t want to disappoint him with her reservations, and freeze if Sir allowed Dallas to watch again. She covered up her doubts with a soft kiss on a hand that led her.
****
After breakfast, they tanned by the river then jet skied to view other campgrounds. Some were smaller than theirs, some bigger but most were packed with people, beers, barbecue smoke, and laughter. Nearest to their site, about half a mile down the river, college students with university t-shirts passed joints, and lounged in chairs. Shaye recalled her freshman year in the dormitories, and the struggle to say “no” to frat parties, the keg stands, and multiple hookups all because she wanted to graduate early and get out on her own. Not that she was a virginal saint by any means, but back then she didn’t take full advantage of San Diego State’s student nightlife, either.
In the afternoon Sir and Shaye idled the ski and watched a movie stunt. A chopper rose over three hundred feet above one of the campgrounds filled with camera crew hidden in the bushes. Shaye nearly jumped out of her seat. A female jumper dived for the river, and just when she thought the girl would die trying, her parachute opened and she guided it, landing hard on the dry ground. That took some balls, she thought. Risk, adventure, taking that steep fall without reservations. The jumper didn't know for sure if the parachute would open or not, she only did her best before the jump to make sure it did. The movie stunt stuck with Shaye through the afternoon.
The sun was setting. By the table, Shaye knelt, threaded her left hand through the water and splashed some on her body to cool off. She rested her right elbow on Dallas's thigh. "What are you reading?"
"Minotaur Taking, part one."
"Minotaur?"
"Yep."
"Is it lendable?"
Dallas smiled and placed his e-reader on the table. "You're avoiding the elephant from last night. Why?"
Shaye shifted her weight. "I would read elephant shifter porn."
"Tsk, tsk, the pink elephant I mean, the one hovering above us."
She nodded. "Actively avoiding. Is it working?"
"Needs some lube."
Shaye played her fingers over the top of the running current, and tried to find something to do. Except, fidget in the shallow of the river and anticipate the moment when Sir came to get her, were the only things to do. She followed strict orders to kneel topless beside the table and remain kneeling even if a stray guest came by. Sir saw the campsite as his territory, so whomever came was going to get an eyeful of tits and ass. Sir didn't mind, said he presented his puppy with pride. She wouldn't disappoint him.
Her breasts felt heavier, bigger than ever before, and she felt exposed to the river. The weight of her collar, the promise, gave her courage against covering up whenever a random boat or a jet ski cruised passed their hideout. Most pretended not to see a naked, collared woman kneeling by the table, but some, mainly the college kids down the river, passed their alcove several times. Some made an effort in concealing their glances while others whistled.
Shaye hadn't blushed silly like this since high school when she forgot to remove the big red sale sticker from the side of her black silk prom dress. For a seventeen year old in a preppy private school, the $9.99 prom dress was a disaster, even if years later she laughed about it thinking the event unimportant.
"Do you think it matters what other people think of you?" she asked Dallas.
He leaned his head against the chair's back and propped Sir's sunglasses on his nose. "It depends."
"On what?"
"On you and the value you place on them. If you're trying to impress someone, you'll want to do it in a way that’ll favor their opinion. For example, remember my job interview? I was slick, dude. I nee
ded a job, I needed to eat, and so I said what I had to get hired. Blew my big horn. Everyone does it."
"Everyone blows your big horn?"
"Stop evading." He rested Sir's sunglasses on his head and leaned towards her. "They can if they wanna." He took her hand in his, flipped her palm, and pressed his thumb in the center. "If they want to."
She kept his hand, closed her fist over his thumb. What was he saying? She didn't want to go there did she? They'd been friends since diapers.
Dallas smiled his charmer smile, eased the weight of his words. "Yep, everyone has an opinion and you can't please them all either, so that's on you. “ He leaned back and released her hand. “Why?"
"Frank."
"You mean twat."
"I tried to get him into kink, showed him some things."
"Ah, that's what you called 'conflict of interest'."
She expelled a breath before she said, "He went into the chat room where Sir and I met. I'm worried what he might say about me or rather, my real name, work, and everything else he knows."
Dallas sat up, more alert now. "When did you find out about this?"
"Yesterday, before I left."
"Don't they have people running the group? Tell them to kick him out."
"They can't just throw him out, he's gotta get stupid first."
"Sounds like stalking to me."
"I think he wants to get back together that's all."
Stalking was a serious problem, a familiar one to Dallas. He dated a girl who was stalked and it didn't turn out too well for him. Two years ago, when Dallas went skiing one week, a man followed him, pushed him off course and into a tree, tried to hurt him for fucking his girlfriend, that wasn't his girlfriend. The girl and the man had one blind date before that. A blind date. Shaye gasped having just realized why Dallas felt the need to come along. "Sir isn't like that guy, he wouldn't hurt me or follow me around."
He shook his head then pursed his lips. They were so suckable and plush. "I can see why you think that and the man seems cool. But, you can't say for sure, and you don't even know his full name, what he does for a living, where he lives."
"He doesn't know mine either. I couldn't pass it up, had to chance it. You saw last night, not every guy is gonna do that to me. I need this, otherwise I'm just another stray puppy on the loose."
Dallas cleared his throat and played his hands in Shaye's hair. "I'm trying to understand. It's not safe."
"It's risky but I realize it is and so does he."
"How so?"
"I could report him for anything, make shit up, show bruises, so it's not a one way subby highway. See?"
"I haven't thought of that." He leaned back in the chair. "Fair enough. I won't be a pain, I'm here for the burgers." He turned in his chair. "Man looks like he knows what he's doing. I tried convincing him to add hot sauce, tried to help but nothing took." They watched Sir hop down from the small hill, grocery bags in hand.
"Hey Dallas?"
"Yeah?"
"Frank thinks I want to be a dog. Is that what you think?"
"I don't think about it."
Shaye wasn't sure if Dallas wasn't thinking about it because he was a good friend, or because he truly didn't care what Shaye did with herself in private. Or in public for that matter. Dallas' opinion was important however, that much she knew. She turned to the river, watched the moonlight, as if carried on water, splash on the other side.
"Here he comes," Dallas said.
Sir walked out of the tent. His long legs pounded the rocks beneath. He was naked as the day he was born. He carried a leash and tapped a crop on his thigh.
"Down boy," Dallas whispered.
Shaye straightened her posture, heart beating in her chest as she fought the urge to sit with her knees drawn to her body. Or maybe she wanted to bounce on the back of her heels and pant. Her modesty warred against his exposure. Modesty wasn't in Sir's vocabulary tonight.
In his hand the chain slapped against the hard leather and deep inside her, somewhere where the unreserved, unhindered kinky soul resided, a door with bells opened.
Sir stopped at the table and eyed Dallas who stood to meet him.
"I want to talk to you for minute," he said then looked down at Shaye who couldn’t take her eyes away from the clip of the chain. He bent and fastened a leash on her collar.
Click.
He pointed to the ground. "Stay.
SIX
The sun set as Shaye knelt in the water. She swore two summers passed by the river's current and neither of the men came out. What were they doing inside? No, sit down and wait she told herself, even though every bone in her body urged her to crawl to the tent and eavesdrop. Bad puppy. Instead of misbehaving, she played with the leading end of the leash. Maybe Sir felt like he should explain the wails about to come out of the tent, so Dallas didn't freak out, and end the scene. Worse yet, they didn't want anyone calling the cops.
The door flopped open. Shaye lifted her eyes. Sir strode towards her, still naked. She handed him the leash.
"Thank you," he said and crouched before her. "We have a small modification. Do you want to hear or do you want to go with it? I'll tell you that I think you'll have more fun if you go with it. You're holding back on me and I aim to fix it."
When she didn't answer he said, "What are you afraid of?"
"I don't want him to think of me as less because…because I let you use me like this."
"If he does, he really isn't your friend, but if you don't give him a chance then you aren't his either. So, what's it gonna be?"
Adventure. The jumper she saw earlier in the day came to mind. The way the woman jumped from over three hundred feet above the ground and landed on her feet. She was confident, but most of all, she didn't hold back.
"Thank you."
Sir smiled, and kissed the tip of her nose. "Come on." He tugged her leash.
Over the rocks that bit into her knees, Shaye crawled. He walked barefoot at a slow pace, the hairs on his calf brushed against her arm. To be led by the leash was the most erotic of all her kinks, and the only thing left to do was to follow, forget all else existed. Her panties were soaked from the moment he clicked the snap on her collar.
He stopped at the tent, and like a cat in heat, Shaye rubbed her ass on his leg. The tent door unfolded. She peeked her head inside. Dallas stood by the bed naked, his cock jutting proudly. She blinked twice to make sure he was real, blushed deep at the site of him while he took interest in the small, dimmed lamp on top of the cooler.
As kids they played naked in the back yard’s pool, but that all stopped as they reached an age where they understood their body parts. She'd never seen Dallas like this before, didn't think of him as sexy, or at least not sexy to her. But he was. His body showed years of swimming, and his face was kind, his lips tugging in an all too familiar smile. What was he going to do? All this must seem like a circus to him. She waited for him to walk out. He didn't.
Sir tugged her leash again and led her to the corner of the tent. He crouched beside her and fastened the leash to the prop holding up the tent. "Don't move too much or you'll topple the house. You ready?" he asked, brown eyes filled with lust and mischief.
"Yes, Sir."
He stood. "Up here."
She obeyed.
"Words?" he asked.
"Traffic lights."
"Tell him."
"Green is go, Yellow is slow, Red is no."
Sir nodded and sat back on the bed. Shaye faced the corner of the tent, and swiped her hair out of her eyes. Bottom upturned, wet panties covered her pussy, molded to her lower lips. Footsteps sounded behind her, maybe Dallas moved around the tent. A tint of heat crept up her cheeks, not because she felt degraded, but because she thought about the two men topping her.
Unless, Dallas bottomed. Would he?
"Clear your head. What are you waiting for?" Sir asked.
Shaye took a minute, her thoughts only on the collar around her neck, and the reason she was h
ere. A collar, leash, and a crop, all tangible reminders of her sole purpose this weekend. She wanted to please him, fulfill her needs, and have fun while doing it.
She lowered her panties to her knees, and placed her forehead on the ground. She spread her ass cheeks.
Sir chuckled. "This pup's pussy is wet twenty-four seven. Go ahead buddy, see that it's wet."
Fingers slid down her back, she shivered, upturning her bottom more. He slipped them inside, and no doubt, his fingers came away wet.
"Taste it," Sir said. "My treat."
Sucking noises sounded as Dallas stuck his fingers in his mouth and tongued her wetness. That only made her hornier, wetter yet.
"What's she taste like?"
"Peaches."
"Pussy tastes like pussy, boy. What's it taste like?"
"Cunt."
Sir laughed. “You know pups," he said, his voice laced with humor. “I don't like to punish. Not at all, hardly ever would I want to hurt my sweet puppy."
She loved how he was playful even though he meant to leave welts on her bottom. Ever so slightly, she wiggled her ass then dipped one finger in her hole.
"I can't pick a number,” he continued. “Thirty-five or twenty-four. What do you think my new friend?"
"I think twenty four is enough," Dallas said, his voice near a whisper.
Poor Dallas.
"What do you think pups? Be honest, I expect that even if he's here."
Shaye rubbed her forehead on the dirty floor. It smelled of soil and animals, not exactly pleasant, but not bad either. "Thirty five," she whispered.
“I can't hear you."
"Thirty five."
"Mhm."
Feet shuffled, Sir touched the back of her foot telling her, in not so many words, to brace herself. She gripped her ankles tightly.
Tap, tap, tap.
He tapped her pussy with his crop.
TAP!
Shaye lunged forward with a scream. She held onto the corner prop of the tent and heaved through the pain as her pussy lips heated and swelled. She liked pain, but not as much as some other girls did. She was somewhere in between the pain sluts and the cane-o-phobes. Sir wasn't playing around, wasn't one for warm up. "One," she breathed and bit the inside of her mouth.
