"I lost my earring."
"That wasn't a euphomism for sex?"
"No, I lost my earring, but we had sex after I found it."
I woke up on my own at 6:05am, quietly slipped out of bed, donned my clothes, and said a whispered bye to Pyro and Ron, neither of which heard me as they slept.
Returning to my cabin, I took notes on my evening and snoozed a little before it was time to head back to work. However, when I made my way to the Barn, no one had arrived yet.
Wandering down to the Dining Hall and HeadQuarters, I found friends. I greeted N3rddom, who would run the cafe for the weekend, and sat with the head of the Non-Dungeon setup crew. She informed me we would start after breakfast, which would be served in about an hour.
And then I absent-mindedly realized something: I was missing an earring. I texted Pyro, asking if he saw it. He replied, saying I should come look for it.
Bruises from my previous evening showed the others all the fun I had had. My crew lead encouraged me to go "find my earring" and meet them for breakfast later.
Walking up the hill, I again made my way to Sadists' Lair. Ron was getting ready while Pyro laid in bed. After a few minutes, we magically found both my earring and it's backing.
With thirty minutes before breakfast would begin, I decided to snooze with Pyro. But just snooze. I kept my underwear on as insurance. Ron left out as I slipped back into Pyro's bed.
But then five minutes into being next to Pyro, his soft sleep breath in my ear, I realized I wanted to fuck more. I gently laid one of his hands over one of my breasts. He instinctively massaged and pinched my nipple. But then he drifted back to resting.
Seeing that I needed to be bolder, I took his other hand, glided a finger into my mouth, and slipped his hand into my panties. He was now fully awake, rubbing my clit.
I asked him to bite my neck. He obliged, gripping hard, pulling with his teeth and sucking. Again I fucked his hand hard. Again I screamed to my heart's content. His teeth were all over my flesh. Pain mixed with pleasure.
But we were seriously time limited. When my alarm went off, I knew we had to stop, even though I didn't want to. I told him it was time to go.
But as I began to get off his bed, with his fingers still inside me, he redirected my body. I was now sitting on his hand.
"Cheater! You are such a cheater!"
I rode his hand harder, came harder. I didn't want to leave, didn't want his digits anywhere else but inside me.
But then my second alarm went off. I really had to go.
"Man, and now my panties are all wet."
"I swung by the Barn last night. It sounded like you were having fun."
I picked my blue H&M sundress because it was comfy, cute, and hugged all my curves the way I liked. I slipped on white knee high socks and my new-ish purple flats, rounding out the cuteness of my outfit.
Stepping out onto the porch, I cranked my flashlight and chatted nervously. We'd only played once before on a whim. This time I had been the instigator. And now all I could think was, Holy shit. This is going to happen.
The few of my cabinmates also on setup crew were amused by my jitters. To them I looked cute, and was about to play before the event officially started. They shooed me away, and told me to have fun.
Walking around camp when it was that dark and desserted was an odd feeling, but having a destination gave me some comfort.
I lightly took each step up to the cabin porch, and slowly opened the door. He laid on his bed, naked, typing on his phone. Apparently I had perfect timing. He was just about to hit send on a message for me.
I crept closer to his bed, sat down my bag, and leaned against his air mattress. We chatted for a moment, easing my jitters, before he pulled me onto the bed. I slipped off my shoes, and curled into him. We kissed and chatted some more, relaxing me still further, before his teeth sunk into me.
He bit and nipped at my flesh. I sighed and moaned. He slowly pulled up my dress. As we kissed, he attempted to unhook my bra, but found my multitude of hooks difficult. Finally freeing my breasts for his enjoyment, he pulled my dress and bra to just above my chest, partially trapping my arms. First he suck, and then bit my nipples.
He bit all over my body, exploring my flesh with his teeth. When his mouth found its way to my neck, I loved the feel so much I wrapped my arm around his head to keep him there. He began fingering my clit, finding I was already very wet. I asked permission to cum and he gave it.
Soon more fingers played inside me as he continued to grip at my flesh. The pleasure of his digits in me mixed with the excruciating pain of his bites to my Mons. "Fuck, I forgot you have the word 'Sadist' in your name."
I cried from the pain. I moaned from the pleasure. I asked his permission to cum again and again. "You're so greedy." I prefer to think of it is talented.
He made me wait, at first counting backwards from five. Then counting backwards from ten. And then counting backwards from 100. "97, 84, 72, 69, 54, 49, 34, 38, 23, 18, 9, pi, 2, cum!"
So vigorous was our fun that I found myself slipping off the side of his massive bed. We readjusted, thus ending round 1.
He pulled my dress and bra off of me. We were both breathing heavy, but neither of us wanted to stop. In a moment of respite, his lips met mine, parted, and fed me refreshment from his mouth. His tongue mixed with the cool drink. It was the only time I have ever enjoyed iced tea.
Joining me in the center of his bed, we went back to where we left off. His fingers in me. His teeth gnawing at me. He pushed me harder still, slapping my pussy, fingering my asshole as he fisted me, pinching and gripping at chunks of my flesh, pressure points, grabbing mounds of flesh and then biting his selections. He bit and fist fucked me deep. The pain increased. The orgasms rolled.
Round 2 ended because of a simple truth: it was getting late and we had setup in the morning. As much as I wanted to keep getting abused by Pyro, we both needed sleep. Snuggling up to him, we drifted off as SirRonC stepped into the cabin around 12:15am.
And then I felt soft hands on my hips, soft kisses on my shoulder. It was 1:15am, and Pyro was up for round 3.
I worried we would disturb Ron as we played, so I put a pillow over my mouth. Again Pyro's teeth sunk into me, his hand in my pussy, my orgasms rolling. I didn't want to wake Ron, so I stopped asking permission to cum, silencing my screams with the pillow. My body was happy to enjoy Pyro's manipultions yet again.
When I reclined my head back once, and saw Ron was not in fact in the cabin, I pushed the pillow aside and screamed to my heart's content. I locked my legs around Pyro's arm and began fucking his hand yet harder. He swiveled his body and I began sucking his cock as well.
Around 2am we stopped again. I needed to be up at 6:30am. Pyro set an alarm and was fast asleep.
I laid on the bed, naked, face down with my ass feeling the slight coolness in the air. When I felt like I was about to slip off into my dreams, I heard the cabin door open again. It was Ron. Once I heard him settle into his own bed, I slipped a blanket over my body and fell asleep.
"For some people, you can't be subtle."
It had been a long day. But, thankfully, it was also a uniquely cool Monday for June. We'd worked from noon to 7pm sorting equipment, boxes, and all manner of fun items for setup of the camp ground for Dark Odyssey: Fusion.
Now, though, it was time for dinner. I sat around a plastic table with plastic chairs eating fried chicken and listening to stories from veteran staff members. I was surprised at my luck for the seating arrangement: PyroSadist to my left and SirRonC to my right. It felt like I was the spoiled center of a hot guy sandwich.
As my fellow staff members chatted, I sat and listened intently. I love hearing tales of other people's kinky adventures, as well as all the tidbits you never read about in the event packet.
As the mostly male members of my table chatted, an interesting topic camp up. One gentleman spoke about how Pendragon couldn't tell when a particular girl was hitting on him for about forty-five minutes. The gentleman, thankfully, caught her before she left, explained the situation, and Pendragon and the girl eventually had fun.
Pyro then piped up, saying he suffered the same fate. I made a mental note of his comment, seeing as my leg had brushed up against his during our dinner a few times, yet he didn't seem to notice.
As things began winding down, with talk of people drinking and hanging out for the evening, Pyro politely took my plate for me. Good sign, I thought.
Before he slipped away too far, I got up from my chair and talked to him away from the group. Even as I spoke, even as I made myself ask for what I wanted, I couldn't believe the words came from my mouth. And even now, I can't believe I was so bold.
"Pyro, earlier you said you needed to be hit over the head, right?"
"Yeah."
"So, sex tonight?" He smiled and kissed me.
"Mess around?"
"Okay." He smiled and kissed me again.
We agreed we both needed some time to rest and shower. Everyone was sweaty from our laborious day.
So, an hour and a half later, I donned my blue H&M sundress, my new purple flats, charged my flashlight, and made my way over to Sadists' Lair.
