Trash Bag Whore Ch 01

Inspired by an online image.

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Sir and I were spending a long weekend at an adult camping retreat. It was glorious: an entire campground full of other folk who were just as depraved as we were.

Friday night, once we'd unpacked and settled into our cabin, we lay down in bed to rest. I was curled up on my right side with my head against Sir's chest while he lay on his back and played a game on his phone.

Suddenly, Sir spoke. "Tomorrow morning, I want you to wake up at 8:30am and head directly to the mess hall. Don't dilly-dally messing with your outfit or your hair. Just get dressed and get your breakfast as quickly as you can."

I sat up on my elbow to face him and cocked my head at him in confusion. Sir normally walked me to breakfast while holding my leash and collar. "Shall I get you a plate as well, Sir?" I asked, trying to imagine what he might be planning.

He sat up as well, smiling, and stroked the side of my cheek gently. "Good girl for asking. But, no. I will meet you there after you've eaten. Wait for me out on the deck, in one of the corners near the exit.

"Yes, Sir." I replied, sighing gently and nuzzling into his hand.

He chuckled and caressed my face a moment more, then suddenly snaked his fingers into the hair at the base of my neck and clenched. I gasped, tilting my neck ever so slightly upwards towards him in acceptance. He responded by letting go of my hair and wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing ever so gently, and pushing me onto my back on the bed. I spread my thighs in anticipation of his touch, but he lay down next to me instead.

"I want you to edge three times for me before you go to sleep." My eyes widened in surprise. "We have a big day tomorrow," he purred into my ear, reaching over with his right hand and gently rolling my right nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, "and I want you to be nice and wet for me." My cunt throbbed as he alternated his hand to my left nipple, then fastened his mouth to my right. My hips started involuntarily rising up off the bed, as if trying to fuck an invisible cock.

After a few moments, I whimpered softly and squeezed my eyes shut as the sensations threatened to overwhelmed me. My nipples were incredibly sensitive; when I was incredibly worked up, I could even cum from them. And Sir was definitely getting me very worked up. My hips bucked beneath me and I clenched at the bedsheets. My entire focus had shifted to my nipples and my throbbing pussy. I was panting and moaning, my arousal steadily climbing. When I realized that I was getting close, I opened my eyes and whispered, "Please..."

Sir sat up and slapped both breasts directly on my nipples. I gasped and cried out. "I told you to edge yourself, slut. Not to lie here and hope that I would do it for you."

Oops. "I'm sorry, Sir. I got caught up in the moment." I lowered my eyes, abashed.

"That's okay, my love." Sir leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips, then left a trail of kisses over my cheek and neck before whispering in my ear. His breath was hot and wet against the shell of my ear, and it took a second for his words to register:

"That one didn't count."

I shuddered and whined softly, then quickly moved my hands to my dripping cunt, eager to escape any more punishment for stalling. I pulled my hood back with my left hand and rubbed my clit furiously with my right pointer and middle fingers. Considering how worked up I already was, it didn't take long before I was right on the edge. "Please," I gasped.

Sir smiled at me. "Keep going. Don't cum."

I moaned, slowing my strokes, my hips pumping up and down. "Oh, please... please, Sir... pleeeeeeease!" Sir removed his mouth and then slapped both breasts again. "Stop. Hands down."

My arms shook as I pulled them away from my sopping cunt to lay at my sides. My hips continued bucking until Sir slapped each of my inner thighs hard enough to leave bright red handprints behind. The pain helped distract me from how badly I needed to cum. "Good girl. That's one."

After a few moments had passed and my breathing had evened out, Sir handed me a water bottle to sip from. I accepted it gratefully, taking a big sip before handing it back to him. "Again," he demanded.

I took a deep breath, swallowed, and moved my hands back to my pussy. I stroked extra slowly this time, not only because I knew that Sir liked it when I drew out my edges, but also because I didn't trust myself not to tip over by accident if I went too fast.

Sir kept his hands to himself this time, instead stroking his beautiful cock while he watched me.

It only took a few moments before I was back on the edge. "Fuck... please Sir, I'm so close, please, please... oh god... _please_?"

He laughed. "I love seeing you so desperate."

His words only served to turn me on even more. "Please... I'm gonna... Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepl-AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" I cried out. Sir had roughly and suddenly pulled my hands away from my sex and over my head with one arm, while the other slapped my pussy with a rubber paddle. I breathed and braced myself through the pain, grateful to be pulled back from the intense edge.

Sir stroked my hair. "You're being such a good girl for me. That was two. You can do one more edge for me, right, baby?"

His praise had me floating, and I would have promised him anything. "Yes, Sir." I rubbed my clit again, watching Sir stroke his cock. I loved knowing how much I was turning him on. I was on the edge almost immediately this time. "P-please, Sir..." He didn't answer. I slowed my strokes again, but it wasn't long before I was begging again. "Please Sir, please, I... oh god... it's, it's, so close, I, please... Please?"

Sir watched me intently as he stroked his cock, but said nothing.

I slowed my finger so much that it was barely moving, which was somehow even more excruciating than the faster strokes, but also kept me from tipping over the edge. "Please Sir, please, I can't, I, I'm so... s-s-so close...P-please?" I started to stutter as most of my brain power was focused on trying not to tip over the edge.

He ignored my pleas, instead pausing his own stroking to lean over and suckle at my right nipple. I let out a strangled cry. I tried to beg for mercy, but I couldn't get the words out. The best I could manage was "Puh... puh... ple... puh..."

Once again, Sir grabbed my hands and pinned them roughly above my head. And once again, I felt the kiss of the rubber paddle against my abused and swollen sex.

"And that's three. Good girl." I stared up at him, my eyes half glazed over with adoration and lust. Suddenly, he was on top of me, impaling me on his cock. He paused there, unmoving. Watching me. Waiting for my reaction.

I did not disappoint. I wailed, arching my back and punching my balled up fists against the bed. Then, I started to cry.

"Oh, that's beautiful," he purred as he started to pump in and out of me. "That's right. Give it to me."

I sobbed while he fucked me, every so often managing to utter a single, "please..."

Thankfully, it didn't take long before he growled his release. I whimpered at the loss as he slid out of me, and he chuckled. "Come here. Time for sleep. Tomorrow is a big day." He settled onto his side and gestured for me to curl up against him. I nestled into his warm arms and, exhausted, fell asleep almost immediately.