Sleepaway Camp Part 5

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As the weeks passed at Camp Spirit Thunder I couldn’t help but feel a desire for a true lover. My first sexual experiences here had been wonderful but still I had no boyfriend.

Sure there were plenty of horny guys available but I none of them interested me. Even hunky Colin with all his muscles and endowment didn’t interest me. My very high standard had resulted in still being a technical virgin at 18.

My fellow counselor Tiffany told me the exciting news that Camp Spirit Thunder’s owner Christopher Williams was due in from Chicago that day. This was the big event of the summer.

Mr. Williams was a very wealthy businessman who actually ran the camp at a loss. If he wasn’t pleased on his visit he could close Camp Spirit Thunder forever.

Tiffany wanted me to personally take charge of Mr. Williams’ visit. “There are certain particulars you must know. First of all never call him, ‘Mr. Williams.’ Always call him ‘Master.’ And never ever use the words ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ The proper phrases are, ‘Because it pleases you master.’ Or, ‘Only if it pleases you master.’ These phrases are very important for his visit. Any deviation could result in the camp’s closure. Let’s practice. Do you understand Brittany?”

“Because it pleases you.” I answered obediently.

“Good.” she said.

We both looked around nervously at the debauchery we had created. In addition to running the glory hole cabin which stayed open 24 7, we had also made swimming clothing optional. We’d transformer one cabin for conjugal activity. We’d lavishly decorated it the best we could with what cheap mattresses and pillows we had and created private chambers separated only by cheap camp blankets.

Couples could use the cabin whenever they liked. Often I would see horny young men eagerly leading their camp girlfriend into the cabin to lose their virginities. Sometimes I even saw guys taking two or three girls into the cabin at a time.

“What are we going to do Tiffany? Mr. Williams is on his way. He can’t see this.” I pleaded.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle things here. When he arrives just take him for a walk around the lake.” she answered.

Soon enough a stretched Mercedes Benz limousine pulled down the dirt road. The chauffer opened the door for Mr. Williams who was dressed in a formal business suit. I guess he really liked to flaunt his money. He was in his early 40s of average build.

Tiffany and I eagerly ran up to greet him. She was wearing the camp counselor uniform of extremely short and cut yellow jersey shorts and I was dressed in the only other uniform available, a navy blue cheerleading uniform with mini skirt and required white cotton panties.

“Good morning master.” we giggled in unison.

“Good morning ladies.” he grinned. “Tiffany, so good to see you again.”

Tiffany was overly flirtatious with him. Jumping into his arms for a hug and kissing him on the lips and holding him giggling by both of his hands while she twirled her hair. “Because it pleases you master. This is our new camp counselor Brittney.”

I held out my hand to shake but instead he held my hand and kissed it. “You’re even more beautiful than Tiffany described. But then again there are no words that can do you justice.”

I blushed shyly as no grown man had ever complemented me in such a way. “Because it pleases you master.”

“Brittney? Why don’t you take master for a walk around the lake while I take care of the campers?”

“That sounds lovely.” said Mr. Williams and he took me by the arm holding me like we going to a formal ball.

I followed Tiffany’s lead of overly flirting and eager nuzzled up to his chest.

What a sight we must have been walking along that path around the lake. Him still in a formal business suit and me in a cheerleading uniform. I won’t bore you with the details of our conversation. He talked only about me. Asking what school I attended and who I was. What my childhood was like. No one had ever truly talked to me so caringly or understandingly before.

At the other side of the lake he pointed to a very large house that overlooked the lake. “Would you like to see my house Brittney?”

“You’re kidding? That palace is yours master? I always wondered whom owned it. Because it pleases you master I would love to see your house.”

We had to walk up a long flight of stairs but it was worth it. Once inside the house I gasped at the two story panoramic windows which provided a spectacular view of the whole lake and surrounding woods.

Like a child on Christmas morning I ran out onto the balcony with the wind blowing through my long golden hair and raising my mini skirt which must have provided Mr. Williams and anyone lucky enough to be standing below with a great view of my white cotton panties.

“Oh master! This place is so spectacular. With a mansion like this why don’t you spend more time here at the camp?”

He stepped out onto the balcony and placed his arm around me. “Oh this big house has many servants but it gets very lonely being here all by myself.”

“Oh if I lived in a house like this I’d never leave.” I said.

“I have some very special gifts for you Brittney for being such a good counselor.”

We stepped inside. The house was as large as a mansion but it was still decorated like a country log cabin. There were large fireplaces and an infinite supply of soft animal skin rugs.

Mr. Williams took out a large Tiffany’s jewelry box and lavished me with opulent necklaces, diamond bracelets, anklets, earrings, and a tiara. “These are for you. For being the most beautiful counselor we’ve ever had in all the years of Camp Spirit Thunder.”

“But master? I can’t accept these. They must have cost more than my entire college education.” I said politely.

“Oh but you deserve them. A beautiful teenage girl like you deserves all the happiness in the world.” he insisted.

“Thank you master but I can’t accept these. It’s just too much.” It wasn’t that I didn’t like the jewelry but I couldn’t help of thinking all the better things the fortune could be spent on.

“You have such a warm heart Brittney. It’s one of the things I love about you. Please at least keep one of them and I’ll donate the rest to charity in your name?” he smiled.

“Because it pleases you master.”

“Beauty like yours doesn’t need expensive jewelry. There are some things money can’t buy. Your feet must be tired.” he said pointing to one of the large rugs. “Let’s lie down and I’ll massage them for you.”

My feet didn’t hurt at all. But I wasn’t about to turn down such a generous offer. “Because it please you master.”

I took off my shoes and socks and spread out on the rug which was even softer than it looked. Mr. Williams lay down next to me and began affectionately massaging my feet in ways I hadn’t dreamed possible even by the most skilled masseuse. At some points I even moaned with pleasure uncontrollably.

On the rug we continued our intimate conversation.

When Mr. Williams asked me what I wanted his chef to prepare for dinner I didn’t realize that the whole day had passed. This was another offer I wasn’t going to refuse after a month of camp food.

We ate our dinner on that rug by the setting sun staring more at each other’s passionate eyes.

Without the sunlight the whole house became very dark and Mr. Williams lit a fire by our rug. I wasn’t going to wait for him to ask me to spend the night at his cabin.

I opened my mouth and kissed him and our tongues explores each other’s mouths. A more passionate kiss than I had ever known.

My new experiences at Camp Spirit Thunder had tought me that the girl should always make the first move. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He did the rest himself and I removed my cheerleading uniform. We both giggled as the vibrator I kept inside myself fell to the floor.

I laid back on the rug and lifted my legs, allowing him to unwrapped the final part of his gift and slip off my white cotton panties.

“This… this is my first time making love.” I stuttered nervously.

Mr. Williams drowned in my eyes and said, “I know how to be both gentle and passionate.”

“Don’t be too gentle.” I giggled.

My virgin legs wrapped around his waist as his thrusts drove me to heights of ecstasy no vibrator could ever give. He held me in his arms and our hungry mouths moved into one.

My breaths became shorter and shorter and I panted uncontrollably. My toes curled as Mr. Williams’ firm thrusts gave me my first true orgasm.

Soon Mr. Williams’ breaths became short as well and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He withdrew from between my legs and kneeled over me spreading his delicious white nectar onto my welcoming face. I lapped the sperm up with my hands trying to taste as much as possible.

Fortunately our love making was far from over. Mr. Williams took a firm round pillow and placed me over it. I parted my legs welcomingly and held my rear end up firmly. He entered me from behind and rode me doggy style bringing me to orgasm again and again and again.

The next time he came he moved around to the front of the pillow and climaxed directly into my warm mouth. He went back to riding me doggy style as the sperm and saliva still dripped from my lips.

At some point he took out a custom phallus he’d obviously had made as a copy of his own organ and inserted it into my mouth so I could be penetrated in two places at once like being finger cuffed.

We collapsed into each other’s arms spent. I nuzzled up to his warm chest. We slept there on the rug by the fire without any blanket. We would have to find warmth in each other.

When dawn hit us I awoke to find Mr. Williams’ morning wood pressed firmly against my naked body. He looked so adorable just snoozing there dead to the world while his organ was wide awake. I’d be back to wake him up soon enough.

I stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the lake still completely naked to watch the sunrise. As if awakened by my absence Mr. Williams’ warm arms wrapped around my waist and we stood there naked watching the sunrise together.

I kissed him warmly on the mouth and stroked his morning wood with my hand. “I may have golden hair but I’m not stupid. I know what’s going on. You run Camp Spirit Thunder as some type of secret brothel. You know about everything, the cosplay uniforms, the glory holes, the cameras in the group showers, and you take the prettiest virgin all for yourself? That’s why you run the camp at a loss?”

“Yes I do.” he said firmly. “What goes on at Camp Spirit Thunder is no different than what goes on at any other summer camp. We’re just a little more open about it. You see, all of my first sexual explorations were at summer camp. I think it’s a healthy experience for teenagers to have. Camp Spirit Thunder makes their wet dreams a reality. That’s why it’s so popular. But it doesn’t change the way I feel about you Brittney. I meant every word I said last night. I get to bed whatever beauty I want here. But none can compare with you.

“I’d like to spend the rest of the summer here at Camp Spirit Thunder and I’d like you to stay with me in this house. Would you like that?” he asked stroking my long golden hair.

“Because it pleases you master.” I giggled.

Stay tuned for part 6 coming quickly.