Camping out
The weather is cooling, and daylight savings time has just finished. It's the middle of April and I find myself parked at a freshwater lagoon on the shores of a stunning lake. My camping trailer is set up and is the only source of light in the peaceful lakeside spot. The kettle is on the gas and the water is just starting to boil. Dinner is finished and just awaiting the final reheat when my two companions arrive back.
My Sir and his friend are out there somewhere hunting, hiking through the bush. As the sun begins to set I know it won't be long until they return, and I have a few more jobs to do before they arrive. I finger the collar around my throat, my fingers trace the letters embroidered clearly on it 'Little miss'. I smile to myself and pick up the one-inch wide dog collars and wrap it carefully around my breast sliding the buckle in place making sure there are no pinch spots, I repeat with the other breast. It has always fascinated me that I can tighten one much more than the other. I snap back to the task at hand and quickly wrap my leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle in turn. Preparing for my sir's arrival. I slip on my warm robe and tie a knot loosely around my waist.
I return my attention to the jug, which is now beginning to whistle loudly. I flick the switch and pour the water into a bucket. The light is fading quickly now. I nip outside to top up the kettle and set it to boil again and prepare two mugs with sir's favourite tea. Then top up the bucket with cold water until its almost the perfect temperature, adding a few decent squeezes of body wash. I Lay out two towels and wash cloths on the table.
The crunch of gravel and the rustle of cloth signalled sir's arrival. I could hear the murmur of quiet conversation as they approached. They put away their hunting gear safely in the vehicles before I heard the click of the latch on the camper door and sir stepped in followed by his friend. My face lights up, I am very happy to see him and even though he is wearing all the sweat and dirt from the days hiking I hug him and kiss him tenderly on his lips. Just then the jug whistled, and I poured the water into one mug. I pass the hot mug to sir's friend before I carefully undo sir's jacket and slide it off his shoulders. His jacket is quickly followed by his shirt.
I dip one of the wash clothes into the warm bucket of water and begin cleaning the sweat of his hunt from his body taking care to cleanse every spot, armpits and chest, drying him before the water can give him a chill. Next comes his belt and I slide his trousers and underwear down in one move. Sliding them over his feet, pausing while on my knees to remove his socks. The washcloth is rinsed, and I continue my cleaning kissing each spot as I finish it. I work my way down each leg taking the time to very delicately admire and clean his beautiful cock. Sliding the cloth between the cheeks of his bum ensuring even that tight wee spot is clean and completely lickable. Periodically rinsing and warming the washcloth. I finish with his feet and a rub over with the soft towel to dry him before slipping his robe on his shoulders. I pour his tea and hand him the mug. Taking a moment to snuggle into him and kiss him again.
My next job makes me a little anxious. This is the first time Sir has bought a male friend. I shyly reach over and unzip his jacket. He as just watched me clean and prepare my sir. He his bigger, more solid than my sir. I smile and remove his shirt gently, before warming a fresh wash cloth and starting my task washing every inch of his torso, back, chest arms and even his face. I make eye contact with him and smile. I feel my sir watching. I dry him gently and rinse and re warm the wash cloth before undoing his belt and trousers and sliding them down his legs and off. His underwear slides down to join his trousers and with the warm wet washcloth I kneel and am faces with his solid cock at perfect face height. Sir is in charge, so I carry on with my cleaning task ensuring every part of him is clean and dry even the dark depths of his buttocks. I slide a warm robe around his shoulders and look to my sir for his next instruction.
I take the few steps necessary to slide my arms around sir and snuggle into his neck. He put his hand on my throat and turned my head, so I could meet his eyes. He spoke quietly to me.
"Thank you, little miss, you did a good job. I want you to please my friend, show him your talents and I want to see your special tears, just for me."
I smiled up at him and whispered, "yes sir."
I turned and walked over to sir's friend, I made eye contact and smiled. I kissed him gently on the lips and lay my hand on his chest before sliding slowly to my knees. I found myself facing his lovely solid cock. My mind began to wander, and I thought of sir's cock so long it reached my depths and when it slid down my throat made tears spring to my eyes. I snapped back to the cock in front of my face it was solid, wider with two large balls nestled beneath I gently weighed them in my right hand, gently caressing them before using my hand to slide down the length of his lovely cock.
I place the tip between my lips, I take a little more into my mouth, sucking it in gently and swiping my tongue around the head as I take more into my mouth. I close my eyes and focus on this rod in my mouth feeling it fill with rush after rush of blood pulsing down its length as it steadily hardens on my tongue. I tune in to his body listening for the changes in his breathing and the response of his body to my attentions. Hearing the catch in his breath and feeling his body react encourages me to take him deeper and deeper until my throat is filled with him and my nose touches his torso. I have him all, the tears leak from my eyes as my throat pulses around him and I struggle to stay calm before sliding off to take a deep breath. His solid hand moves and rests on the back of my head gently but firmly encouraging me to take him deep again, filling my lungs with air I allow him to slide back down my throat.
I hear movement behind me, but I do not allow that to distract me from my task. Sir's shadow falls over me as his hands join his friends on my head. Sliding me off him I turn my head and Sir's cock nudges my cheek. I obediently open and he slides his cock all the way down holding me until tears form and the reflex in my throat has squeezed him several times. When I am allowed to, I slide back I draw in a deep breath the oxygen cool on my throat.
Sir grasps a handful of hair and tugs upward. I get to my feet. Sir draws me towards him moving his hand to cradle my chin, so he can turn my head to meet his eyes. They meet for a brief moment before I lower them to stare at his chest.
His mouth next to my ear. He whispers to me. "Are you ok, little miss?"
