It's been a lovely day, our first camping trip together. We had been invited by a group of people we knew socially, but not well. It was rather strange that morning, being introduced as your "girlfriend" when we both knew that I was something else entirely. The day was spent hiking and canoeing, just enjoying the cool Fall air and the colors of the turning leaves. That evening, we sit around the large campfire, passing around a bottle of wine and enjoying conversation and some silly campfire songs. It gets very dark and after a while you stand and hold out your hand to me. My hand slips into yours and you lead me away from the fire, into the darkness. You take me about 20 to 30 feet away from the fire, to one of those concrete picnic tables the Park Service so thoughtfully provides. We stop and you stand looking down at me. My eyes meet yours and then drop, because I am instantly aware of what you want and a warm flush rushes over me. My eyes flash back to the fire and our friends there, but you gently turn my face back to yours.
I remove the woolen scarf I have worn all day and underneath you see that I have worn your collar. You are pleased and your finger hooks under the collar as you draw me close for a kiss. Your mouth is warm on mine and you kiss me in that special way you have - slow and sensuous, but leaving no doubt in my mind that I belong to you. The kiss lasts for a long time and I am aroused and wet by the time you end it. You step back from me a little and say, "Strip." Once again, I look toward the fire, wondering if we can be seen, but you turn my face back to yours and say "Only me, pet." I remove my clothing under your gaze until I am wearing nothing but a pair of heavy woolen socks. You pull me in again for a long, slow kiss and I enjoy the way your warm hands slide down to cup my ass cheeks. Boldly, I slide my hand over the front your jeans and encounter the bulge and hardness of your cock. The cool night air has made my nipples stiffly erect and I moan into your mouth as your hands cover them and your answering pinch causes me to gasp. "You must be quiet little pet, unless you truly want an audience."
You turn me to face the picnic table, bending down to retrieve my jacket and placing it on the bench of the table. "Kneel up, pet." I place my knees on the bench, spread wide, and you take your own jacket off and put in on the table top, protecting my breasts from the concrete as you bend me forward over the table.
"Tell me what you want, pet."
The sounds of conversation around the fire fade away entirely for me as a wave of desire breaks over me. "Please Sir, please......."
"Tell me want you need, pet"
"My pussy has been aching for you all day. I want to feel you stretching me open and filling me up all the way. I want to feel you pound into me until I have to come. Fuck me, Sir, take me, remind me of what I am to you."
You move up close behind me and I hear the sounds of your belt buckle and then the zipper of your jeans. You lean over me and I can feel your chest, warm against my back, where you have unbuttoned your flannel shirt. The hardness of your cock slides between my legs and it's everything I can do not to scream in pleasure. You rub yourself in my wetness for a minute and then I feel the blunt head of your cock against my opening. I want to thrust myself hard back onto your shaft, but your hands control my hips and you enter me slowly, so slowly, and I feel every inch as you sink into me. You press in all the way and I feel that delicious almost pain as the head of your cock comes to the end of my dripping cunt. You hold me still in that position, until I am almost wild with frustration, pushing myself back into you and then attempting to pull away, anything to get the movement that I need so desperately. Holding my hips still with your large hands, you pull out almost all the way, until just the head of your cock remains inside me. Then, you thrust forward hard, causing me to give a half muffled scream of pleasure as you fuck me, setting up a hard fast rhythm, thrusting in deeply each time.
You pull me up from the table until my back meets your chest and your hands go to my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between your fingers, applying an almost painful pressure that only adds to the sensation I am feeling between my legs. There is a heavy warmth in my lower belly now and I know that I will come soon, although I would like this to last for hours. You seem to know this as well, for you gently push me back to the table and then begin to pound into me again. "Touch yourself pet, I want to feel you come for me." you say. My hand flies to my clit and I rub it hard, feeling it stiffen and swell under my touch. Finally, the pulsing wave of my orgasm begins in my clit but then spreads, causing the inner walls of my pussy to contact around your hard shaft. You continue to fuck me and it feels like my orgasm goes on and on. You thrust hard into me and I feel your cock swell and then pulse as you come inside me, filling me to overflowing.
You lay against my back for a minute or so, letting me feel some of your weight and your warmth, but then finally stand as your cock slips out of me. You retrieve a bandanna from your back pocket and do a cursory clean up, pulling your jeans back up and buttoning your shirt. My panties are too damp to wear so I use them to clean myself and then toss them into the nearby trash can. Finally, clothing restored, we head back toward the fire, your arm about me, stopping every few steps for a gentle kiss.. You sit and place me on the ground between your feet, where I rest contentedly, my head cushioned on your thigh. One of your hands rests on the back of my neck and, as I reach up to touch it, I notice that I have forgotten to put on the scarf I had been wearing all day so my collar is fully exposed to view. There is an instant of panic, but I then realize that I don't care what anyone thinks. This is my place, well fucked, wearing your collar, sitting at your feet, and I could ask for nothing that would please me more. I relax against you once again and have to smile as you lean down and whisper, "I hope that they are heavy sleepers pet. Otherwise, the "wildlife" may just keep them awake all night!"
The next morning, you rise early, but allow me the luxury of staying in our warm bed to sleep a little more. I can hear you tending the fire and soon I can smell coffee brewing. I am drifting back to sleep when I hear you greet someone and there is soon a low rumble of male conversation by the fire. Two of your new friends noticed the collar I wear last night and apparently are curious to know about it and to find out exactly what our relationship is. You explain briefly and one of the men tells you that he had heard about "that kind of thing" but had never met someone who actually owned a human pet. More questions follow, but I am too warm and sleepy to stay awake.
I awaken an hour or so later when you come back to our tent. I greet you and you kiss my forehead and then slip your hands under my blankets to caress my warm breasts. Your fireside conversation has aroused you, because I can clearly see the bulging hardness in your jeans.
"Master, may I taste you this morning?"
