Charlotte's In

{For those of you who hate series, be warned. Though this is a stand-alone story, I may add further chapters, depending on mood. This story has an ending, but the door is still open}.

It's hard being the third wheel when you are camping. It's also harder when you are a horny slut and have to listen to your two friends go at it all night in their tent. I'm Charlotte, I'm 20. My two friends fucking in the other tent are Bree and Josh. Bree is my best friend and Josh is her boyfriend. They invited me on this weekend excursion just to get me out of my doldrums and dry spell (for me).

I'm the promiscuous one. I always have been, I guess I always will be. In discussions with my friends about all the gross and depraved things their boyfriends want to do I'm silently thinking, "done that, done that, wish I had done that, want more of that." Only Bree knows me and the things I've done. I'm not sure how they thought dragging me out in the middle of nowhere listening to them fuck would help me.

I was worked up due to having gone weeks, yes WEEKS without sex. I was also extra worked up because we had been sitting around the campfire talking about....things. Josh had casually mentioned that this campground bordered the state park and that he "heard" that lewd and wild things happened frequently. Of course I pressed him.

"What lewd things?"

He went on to say that he heard that bikers and hikers sometimes brought women out here and did...things to them.

"What kinds of things?"

He laughed. "Hell, I don't know. But it sounded wild, like there were prostitutes or biker chicks or something and that it was like a big orgy or party or something."

He wasn't great with specifics and at that time I needed specifics, especially when I was trying to get off in my lonely tent while Bree was obviously getting the fucking of her life, judging on her moans. I tried to forget about it, but the next morning I was headed to get water at a pump near the edge of the forest when Josh came up to me to help.

We got to the edge, pumped the water and he gave me a wry smile and said, "you think I'm lying about that stuff last night?"

I shrugged. I'm a believer in "trust, but verify."

He took me by the elbow. "Leave the water, we'll get it on the way back."

He took me down a very overgrown path. We walked probably fifteen to twenty minutes. The whole time I was bugging him about where we were going. We arrived at a clearing. There was a rotten old bench, a rusty barrel used for a fireplace, and many many empty beer cans, discarded cigarettes, and....used condoms. Josh picked one up with a stick and waved it at me.

"Ha, I knew it wasn't just a rumor," he laughed.

He pointed to two other paths in the distance. "That one goes onto the main hiking path, I guess. I've been on that path, it's gotta be a good mile away. That one...I'm not sure," he shrugged. "But, it's in the direction of the main entrance to the state park. "So I guess whoever parties here knows it's a very secluded spot, no one ever comes to clean it, obviously."

I stared at the ground, there must've been a half dozen condoms lying around. There was an old tree with one long low hanging branch that stuck out almost to the bench. Josh pulled me back towards the path.

"C'mon, I just wanted to prove I wasn't full of shit," he laughed.

I had to listen to them fuck again that night and I dreamt of dark fantasies. I was startled awake by the sound of revving engines. It was motorcycles, in the distance. It only lasted a few minutes and they were gone. I wondered if they were the ones responsible for the mess in the clearing and....if they were at it again. It was a fitful sleep, and I woke up wet and still very much horny.

You see, I'm not just slutty. I have kinks that involve bondage, Ds, rough play, that sort of thing. I've also fallen into the rabbit hole of reddit and online sex blogs and I become more and more fixated (maybe addicted is a better word) on CNC (consensual-non consensual). I've specifically focused on predicament bondage or where you tie yourself up in public areas, or places you could be caught. That, mixed with the CNC kink got my mind spinning with ideas and thoughts about that nasty old park and remote area.

I was talking to Bree about what Josh had showed me and she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

"Ew, that sounds so gross, a bunch of sweaty biker dudes doing....god knows what, to some poor slut. You aren't....thinking of doing something like that, are you?" she said, giving me that wry grin that told me she already knew that I was.

"Charlotte Josephine!" she said, using the tone a mother uses when she scolds a child (and yes, I hate the middle name Josephine, it makes me sound like I'm 70 years old).

"But Bree," you guys had your fun. I just want...you know, something special."

She laughed. "For me, something special is getting rode good and hard by my boyfriend. For you, it could mean anything at all!"

"Listen, if I....think of anything, I'll let you know," I said with a blush.

Just some background to put this whole impending thing into focus, it wasn't like this was the first thing I ever thought of, or tried. I hooked up online with a fellow kinkster (male) who is older and experienced in such things. We never had sex, other than hot chat sessions about our interests, but he was instrumental in suggesting things for me to try as I expanded my horizons. I'm telling you these without so much detail just to show you what I was capable of and where I was at before I tried the craziest thing I've ever done....so far.

I started out with simpler things, per his suggestions. First, I became used to being nude in my ground floor apartment, shades open. I got off on the thrill of being seen. I knew I was seen because of the looks the neighbors would give me later, on the street. Jim, my online guy, suggested I take it up a notch after I got bored and antsy with just showing off. Like me, he was into the whole "risk" thing and the excitement of possibly being caught.

I started to take nightly walks around my neighborhood in quite revealing attire. I'm talking booty shorts, ill fitting crop top, short skirts, no panties or bra, that sort of thing. I started late, after midnight and ventured farther and farther each time. Eventually, I ran into people who would either just ignore the fact that I was out, dressed like a whore, or, I would get "the look" from females. I got diffferent kinds of looks from the men.

I was falling deep into that hole of perversion. It was never enough, the rush was always so great I wanted more. Jim eventually suggested I try full nudity. That first night, at 3am, I was like a scared deer, bolting at every sound and imagined movement. But, I was proud that I made it fully around my block, totally nude. I wore out my clit that night afterwards from the excitement.

Jim was the one that introduced the idea of CNC to me. It's sex, like rape, only with consent. His ideas of CNC and my thoughts on predicament bondage collided. He was intrigued by the idea that I'd be sexually excited by tying myself up somewhere, with the chance of being caught like that. He asked me what I would do if I got caught.

"I guess I'd have to do....whatever," I said honestly. I've had multiple guys at once before and I've had good, hard sex and can take more than what any guy has forced on me. I obviously just didn't want to be hurt (maybe just a little), or killed.

He suggested a "milder" starting point. There was a party at college where lots of rowdy frat boy types hung out. I was familiar with the place and a lot of the dudes, had even hooked up with a couple of them before. Jim suggested that I try one of my scenarios.

I picked one guy out, Matt and over the top flirted with him while he and his buddies pounded beers. When the time was right I whispered in his ear to "find me."

I went in one of the abandoned bedrooms (though they weren't usually abandoned for long at these parties). Quickly, I pulled my tiny skirt over my waist, took my panties off and pulled my top down letting my tits out. I got on the bed on my hands and knees and I cuffed my hands above me to one of the rungs in the headboard. I had the key in my hand (hey, I was new at this, cut me some slack!). Sure enough, it was only like two minutes before I heard him open the door.

I had a sudden rush of adrenaline and an electrical jolt ran through my pussy at the thought that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't Matt. Luckily(?) it was. After a minute of "oh my god, damn, fuck, girl," comments he finally got to feeling me up. I was so lubricated at this point. I felt him behind me and he slid into me so embarrassingly easily. It wasn't like he was small, either. In fact....man he had a nice dick. He gave it to me good for...like five minutes, before he blasted in me.

He got off me all proud like he'd showed me a thing or two, all the while I was still aching for it. He didn't even ask if I was all right before he zipped up and took off to be with his friends...and no doubt brag about banging some tied up chick. What I didn't know was that the bedroom had it's own bathroom and, before I could uncuff myself I heard the door open. I couldn't see behind me but I felt him kneel on the bed.

"Are you okay?" came the soft, comforting voice.

I was starting to gush Matt's cum down my thighs and my pussy was on fire from the moment. This guy had no doubt seen, or at least heard everything.

"I'm fine," I sighed, even though I really wasn't, I'd built myself up big for this and all for what I thought would be only a quick fuck.

"What should I do?" he asked with concern.

"What do you want to do?" I asked, my face buried in a pillow, hoping he'd find the right answer.

I felt him behind me, then his cockhead slid over my wetness. For a moment it grazed across my tight asshole and I thought...he just might....

Instead he plunged in with less resistance even than last time due to our combined juices. I groaned. He thought it was because of him being inside of me, when in fact most of the sound was from the thought of him not taking me in the ass. He gave me more of a workout. He wasn't as big, but he was insistent. He built up a rhythmic pattern that had me backing my bouncy but tight round ass onto it. He started to pull out when he came and I backed up again onto him to try and keep him in. Since I couldn't use my hands I couldn't stop him. He shot it all over my ass and back while I moaned.

"Nooooo," I whined lustily, but it was too late. He basically covered me.

"Sorry," he said. "I didn't have a condom so I thought I...."

"It's okay," I said softly in post coital bliss, "I just wanted to feel you."

"We could....if you want to get me up again," he said hopefully.

Young guys, the one good thing about them. I sucked him hard and he gave it to me slowly, passionately missionary style after I let my hands free. He was good, I'm not going to lie. I definitely got his number.

Technically, I wasn't sure if that episode qualified as "CNC" since I'd basically just told Matt to find me. I think it did, though, because the second guy was totally unexpected.

I have one more time for the backstory. On one of my late night walks I had on the most obscene booty shorts and a cut off T-shirt that exposed so much underboob that I had to keep pulling it down to not just pop my nipples out. I ran into Ted, a married 50 something dude who was walking his....I'd call it a dog, but it's more like the size of a rat, like some chihuahua mix. It's an obnoxious little thing that barks in that high, yippy, annoying way at everything.

Ted saw what I was wearing and didn't hide the ogle. I knew he look forward to seeing me walking, like in the day time when I was exercising. I don't think he ever expected to see me like this, though I'm sure he hoped for it. I'm standing there, my tits nearly out, my ass cheeks revealing lots of cheek, with the guy who was trying to make small talk to keep me in ogle range while his little dog was yapping constantly. This was just after I'd camped with Bree and Josh and was so horny I couldn't stand it. Just the way the guy was eyeing me made my pussy gush.

"You've got a little something showing there," he said with a stupid grin on his face.

My nipple had popped out. I'm sure my face turned red but I quickly yanked the top down.

He responded by taking his finger and lifting the top right back up, exposing my nipples again.

"I think you want these showing," he said with conviction.

I rewarded his boldness by getting on my knees and sucking that married guy's neglected (no doubt) cock while his dog finally stopped barking because he was too busy trying to get his nose in my business. For an older guy he came a lot and his cum was yummy. I promised myself that "as punishment" if I ever encountered anyone again on my walks, a blowjob, or at least the offer of one, would become mandatory. I still blow Ted regularly, though, adding to my recent frustrations he had gone on a month long trip with his family. I consider the blowjobs sort of a community service type thing because I'm sure I'm helping both him and his shrew of a wife who no doubt hasn't even seen his cock in years.

I just wanted to give you some background of what I was into and what I was capable of, leading up to what happened. This was the path I was on. I was headed for something big, something dark, something that would test my limits for the whole thing. The excitement in my pussy kept telling me I had to do it, to really push myself. I let Bree know I was "going camping." She knew what that meant. She implored me to keep her informed and keep her as my safety net. She was on friendly terms with the manager of the campground (she's a social butterfly, she knows everyone) so that became my last defense, "just in case."

I still had no idea on a real plan of action but I brought a suitcase full of bondage toys nonetheless. The first night I was struggling to pitch a tent (Bree and Josh were the campers) so old Ralph, the security guard that patrolled the grounds in a golf cart came around to help me. He was an older black guy, probably 70, and was most likely a plumber or tradesman in his day because he was stick thick and muscular. His hair was still full and black, though I could see greying along his temples. Still, he was chatty and pleasant, and in my lustful haze I put him on my "back up" list of prospectives. I think he enjoyed helping me, though, because I had on a loose top (no bra) and I'm sure he saw everything he wanted to by the time I was done bending over to help.

That first day also brought a surprise which I realized could both be a bad and a good thing. Two college dudes were setting up camp next to my site. They were already drinking at 10am. They were the kind of lunkheads that chug beers, then smash the cans on their forehead like they've done something special. Still, they seemed nice and friendly and waved and gave me "the look" a number of times as I had my coffee (I don't care if it's camping, I'm not going without my coffee!).

The thought hit me that they might be a hindrance I didn't need. I mean, their tent was just on the other side of the entrance to the path as mine. I realized it might have a negative effect on my intended escapades. On the other hand, watching them pitching a tent (the real ones, not in their pants...yet!) with their shirts off and the sweat dripping down their hairy chests....well, there was another possibility that quickly came into focus. I already had Old Ralph as a backup plan, now with these two, perhaps even if my crazy CNC plans fell through I'd at least get my pussy worked out. "Unless they are gay," I thought with chagrin.

I found out they weren't gay pretty quickly when they invited me over for a beer. I know I'm small, but I'm a college girl, I can handle my drink. If there plan was to get me drunk it wasn't going to work. Len and Chad. I wondered if I'd met Chad before, he seemed oddly familiar. I let them ogle me in my tight top and shorts that probably showed them the very shape of my pussy lips. I was thinking of it as advertising for later, just in case. I wanted sex, good, hard, long lasting sex. But, I was on a mission, it was about a particular type of sex for me at the moment. I wanted to see that through. I knew that getting spit roasted in the middle of the day by these two would lessen my desire for the other. Oddly, as dusk fell they seemed almost ready to get rid of me, Len kept telling Chad they had to go do "something." I didn't care, I needed the alone time for what I was planning.

My anxiety was through the roof as darkness fell. I had picked the spot right next to the path that Josh had taken me on. Otherwise, with my sense of direction I might end up in Canada! I had so many different thoughts, and I wanted to try them all but I knew it wasn't possible. I had booked from Thursday night through Sunday morning. I developed some plans finally.

My first plan was: I was going to walk down the path after darkness, stop halfway to strip, then walk to the clearing and use some of the toys that I brought.

I waited until dark before I started on the way down that remote dark path holding only a small LED flashlight and my bag of goodies. After walking just five minutes I realized how rough the trail was with dirt, rocks, mud, roots and stones that littered the path. Onward I went until another couple minutes passed. My nipples hardened with the cool air and the constant rubbing of the fabric. It just added to the growing fire in my pussy.

I moved to the top of a hill which I figured was the halfway point. I winced at all the sounds, creaking branches, wind, the owls and screeching of birds above. I even imagined I heard voices or engines, car sounds. I guessed that it was possible I was hearing sounds from the road a mile or so away down another path.

It was time. I stripped off my clothes and put them in a plastic bag I'd brought. I hid them in a rusty old barrel that was probably once used for trash but hadn't been used in years, by its appearance. I took out one of my toys. It was a butt plug with a furry tail. Embarrassingly, it was one of my bigger ones which forced me to feel it in me every step of the way, which is what a naked slut like me deserves, I suppose.

Cautiously I edged forward wearing only my socks and boots which were vital to traversing the path. I got to a part of the path that was more open on both sides, there was less brush. Earlier points on the path gave me ample opportunity to duck into the brush and hide. Now, there was space on each side, far less time to hide.

I moved on, my big titties flopping in the breeze. I'm what guys call, "fun size." I'm short but have big boobs and a big round ass. I have an hourglass figure but I still have some "baby fat" on me. Guys like my jiggle, I'm not fat or "curvy" as fat girls like to call themselves. I am just short, and rounded in the right places. I walked on approaching my destination.

I approached the clearing and listened. There was no sound. After all, this was a remote area which almost no one used or even knew about, the path wasn't a well tended, manicured path, it was more like trodden down by the few stragglers that came out there. Funny to be in the position like that, naked and vulnerable, and still somehow be disappointed that it was empty. I realized what it was I was risking but I tried to keep that thought out of my head and go with the plan. I stepped through the opening with just my bag.

I went to work. I took off my boots and socks and put them on the bench. Then, I put on the nipple clamps. I winced, I loved that wonderful gnawing feeling. I can usually make it about ten minutes before I take them off with a scream as the blood comes back to the nipple but this time I had a fifteen minute timer. I was going to make myself suffer. Finally, the cuffs. Thanks to Jim, my CNC mentor, he recommended timer padlocks made for kinksters like us. I could set a time and lock my hands and it wouldn't be released until the time was up. Believe me, I tried that sucker a dozen times to make sure it worked every time!