Here for Shaye (6 page)

"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.

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 here. 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.

"Ah! Two!" Again on her pussy. Oh God, it hurt. She
hoped he moved over to her ass or even the back of her thighs.

WHACK! "Three!" She sat back on her heels and
covered her pussy with both hands.

"Get back, don't make me double it."

"Oh, I can't, oh it hurts so much." Her pussy was
raw. She felt it swell under her fingers.

Dallas stood on her right. He grabbed her hair,
pulled her back, and pushed her head down. He clamped his shins
around her face. She couldn't move. Poor Dallas, she thought
before. She pinched his ankle. If she tugged, the already straining
leash would pull the poll of the tent. Nowhere to go, nowhere to
hide. She clung onto his ankles and closed her eyes. Sir hit over
her pussy several more times while Shaye wailed and cried for him
to stop but if he stopped at "stop" she wasn't sure she'd ever
surrender to him again. Stop didn't signal stop to either of them.
It was a signal for more. He understood she wanted more, and he
knew to give.

Tears stained her face when he battered her inner
things and ass. Welts rose one after the other, their heat making
her want to cover her ass, crawl out of her skin. She cupped her
pussy and sniffed. It was so swollen and beaten, she hardly felt
his hits over it anymore. She counted though, and was lucky he even
gave her a number to count up to. He could've gone along until his
hand tired. Desperate, never-ending count. "Thirty three," she
managed through a mess of tears choking her breath.

When the crop landed across the sole of her foot,
Shaye wanted to tuck both feet under her ass but couldn't bare the
touch of anything against the welts on her bottom. She was a ball
of mess on the floor, her head held between a man's legs while
another punished her. "Oh please, please, please, no more. I'll
never lie again in my life. Entire life! Never. AH! Thirty four.
Five!"

Dallas released her head. Her forehead landed on the
ground, her nose buried in the dirty floor. She sniffed and
inhaled, sneezed when the small dust tickled. Sir's hand was soft
on her bottom as he ran it over his marks. "Nothing prettier that a
red ass." By some miracle she managed to lift up her ass and
present her Sir with his art. She felt it burning, her pussy, she
was sure, was numb. His hands on it, though gentle, scorched. She
flinched when he slapped it. It wasn’t numb.

Dallas walked around her then roughly, stuck two
fingers inside her. "Yes, please, please, I want to come." She
pushed back against them, and if she could summon strength right
now she'd sit on them. She whined when he took them out and showed
them to Sir. They glistened wet, so wet. He rubbed his hands
together. "I didn't believe you."

"This puppy makes a mess like no other." Sir walked
to the duffle and reached inside.

What was he rifling for?

Shaye lifted her head and whimpered. Dallas sat
beside her and waited for Sir, forearm over one knee. He stroked
her hair at first. Slowly his fingers made their way to her mouth
where she stuck her tongue out, tasted herself, and licked them
clean. He looked up at the tent, said a silent prayer and lied down
next to her. His brown eyes were wide with lust, his lips were
soft. Shaye kissed them, just lifted her head and touched her mouth
to his. He moaned and pulled her body over his, her collar
tightening on the back of her neck. They kissed, his mouth leading
the way. Heat rose in the tent as their sweaty bodies touched. Her
bottom burned, her pussy was swollen and she doubted she could
stand on her soles, but she felt dirty, used, and that made her
happy. She smiled against his lips.

Leash released, cold chain dropped to the ground.
Fingers played over her shoulders. She tensed for a second until
Sir cupped the back of her neck.

She rested her palms on Dallas's chest and straddled
his stomach. Dallas watched the man behind her while she watched
him. He liked this, he wanted to share this with her.

"Whose puppy are you?" Sir whispered in her ear.

She rested the back of her head on his shoulder and
closed her eyes, losing herself in his warmth, his scent. She only
felt a faint tint of pain when he applied the nipple clamps.
"Yours," she told him. Oh, but it felt so good in
this
place, little ways from the ground. When her body floated, her neck
relaxed, head flopped to the side.

"Hey, stay with me," he bit her ear.

She opened her eyes to the green roof of the tent
and watched it fight the moonlight.

"I can do what I want with my puppy."

Oh God, was that a question? "Yes," she nodded, her
head plopping forward. "Definitely."

He tugged the clamp's chain; soft, rubber-covered
pads pinched as he pulled. Shaye relaxed, allowed herself to enjoy
the pressure on her nipples. "Yes, Sir," she mumbled, "as you
please." When she tried to take his hands, another pair of hands
held hers hostage. Sir lifted her and placed her over Dallas.
Wide-awake again, she looked down where her friend's mouth opened
and his tongue swiped her pussy lips. She lowered herself on
Dallas's sweet, soft mouth.

She sighed when he licked her, his warm tongue
flicking her clit then probing her entrance. Back at her clit he
sucked it, lips clamped around the clit, tongue flicking, his
slurping noises encouraging. She moved on top of his mouth, glided
her wetness on his chin. His stubble was rough, her pussy was
swollen, so she pressed down more, jabbing the edge of his chin on
her entrance. She'd come soon. Oh, the sweet release.

From behind, Sir's guiding hand took the nipple
clamp's chain and placed it between her lips as if it were a bit
piece. He tugged her hair. Her breasts followed. Oh she felt the
clamps now as they tugged, pulled her nipples.

Cold gel on her back hole snapped her to
attention.

“Where are we at now?,” he said, voice rough, his
cock rested against her ass. He tugged her chain, the collar
tightening around her neck.

“Green,” she said, barely catching a breath.

His hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed down
and she followed forward, rested her weight on her palms. Dallas
sucked in her clit and she clamped her thighs around his face to
keep him from making her come right now. Shaye anticipated Sir’s
cock, wanted it, needed it, had to have it, and when he probed her
hole with his thumb, she shuttered, felt goosebumps over her skin.
Dallas sucked and licked. An orgasm pulled in her lower belly. No
matter what she did now, she would come on her friend's tongue. She
ground against him again, pulling her chain to feel the pain.
Orgasm was so much better when it hurt.

"If you come for him, I won't fuck you."

"No, no, no fair." As she said it, drool spilled
from her mouth. She wiped it on her shoulder.