Though with the dreariness that swept over me, leaving my muscles weak and tired, I understood why she went right to sleep.
I sat on the bed. Something bounced beside me. A long box, and underneath it, a note. Did someone leave the light on so I would find the items?
I pulled out the letter, anxious to read it and go back to sleep. Either someone had sneaked in and planted the letter or one of my roommates set it there.
Cara,
I know you were awake while we were fucking, and I know how it turned you on. It made me even hornier to know you heard us. I hope your orgasm was as good as mine. Next time, use this.
Grabbing the box, I slid it open. A gift from Veronica or Natasha. No one else had been having sex, that I knew of. Inside lay a long purple dildo, double-ended. Holy shit! They wanted me to play with myself while they fucked? Again? I glanced back at the letter.
Or maybe you could join us. Three is always better than two. I could lick your pussy while Veronica fucked me from behind. Or maybe you’d prefer to do the sucking and fucking. I’ll leave it up to you.
Natasha
Three? Three women? One of them between my legs, bringing me pleasure? Oh, God. My cheeks warmed and a familiar tingle stirred low in my belly. I wanted to fuck the rubber toy they’d given me, show them just how horny the thought made me. Instead, I shoved it in the nightstand drawer and crawled into bed. I wasn’t there to have sex with dildos or other women. I flicked off the lamp then sunk under the covers. I wanted to improve my relationship with Braeden, not participate in activities that would further wedge us apart.
Chapter Three
Denise walked into the chalet the next morning, still resembling the typical marketing executive in her black suit, and not a hair out of place. She yanked open a closet door under the moose head, and started taking out various objects.
I rushed over. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
Setting an easel stand against the wall, she gave me a once over. “You sure you want to offer?”
I shrugged. “Yes.” What harm could there be in offering to help? Best to be polite and stay on her good side, especially if I ended up needing a refund.
“Okay then, you can take little Daemon.” She reached into the closet and pulled out a man. Not a living, breathing person, but a damn good copy, complete with full lips, rock-hard abs, and a giant erection. Nothing little about him.
“He’s modeled after the real Daemon in case you were wondering. If you could take him over to the couch, that would be great.”
I tried to heave the body over my shoulder, but he was just too heavy. Shuffling across the room, I ended up bear-hugging the doll with his cock pressed between my legs. My pussy throbbed. I wanted to fuck that dummy, his resemblance to Daemon uncanny. At least when I’d seen him clothed.
Sitting the doll down, I crashed beside him, out of breath. I crossed my legs and hoped no one noticed the wetness between my thighs. If he really was made like Daemon in all ways, would he feel the same, too? I glanced at his jutting cock, and my pussy clenched. God, I wanted to find out.
Denise clapped her hands together. “Okay, ladies, we’re going to get started.”
We spent the first day of camp learning about our bodies. It was like health class and sex ed all over again, Denise teaching us about STDs and how to keep a guy wrapped, information I’d already learned in high school. And since we had a life-like mannequin, we didn’t have to resort to bananas to practice.
Sitting on the couch opposite the look-a-like, I dozed off for part of the afternoon lesson. I woke up to a condom slapping across my cheek, followed by the sound of laughter.
“Cara, it’s your turn.” Natasha grinned. “Time to suck him, sheathe him, and then go for a ride.”
I rubbed my eyes, trying to comprehend what she’d just said. “Huh?”
“It’s your turn to have a go at Daemon. Suck his cock and then go for a ride. Let loose and enjoy.”
A blaze of fire rushed through me. As much as I’d fantasized about the doll and the real Daemon, I refused to get it on in front of everyone. No one else had to fuck the mannequin. Not that I’d seen, anyway. “I...I don’t think I can.” But if I had him on my own, I’d gladly hop on.
“It’s not part of the lesson, Cara.” Denise rested a hand on my shoulder. “The girls were just hoping to have some fun.”
I squirmed under her touch, praying she couldn’t read my thoughts.
“Well, you’re boring.” Veronica gripped the doll’s shaft. “After last night, I thought you’d be more adventurous. He’s all primed and ready for you. If you want to skip the whole foreplay thing, you can climb right on. Or even just dry hump him.”
“Yeah, think of it as practice,” Natasha said.
“And pure pleasure.” Veronica winked at me.
“C’mon, Cara. I know you want to.” Denise squeezed my arm. “I saw they way you looked at Daemon when you arrived.”
Ashlyn and Serena chanted my name.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed. “Fine.” None of them seemed as if they would give up, and I could live with dry-humping.
I walked over to him, ready to straddle the doll, but Veronica held her arm out. “Pants off first. At least give us that much.”
Thumbs under my waistband, I rolled off my tights. I wanted to get this over with, have the attention off me. Access now granted, I nestled onto the fake Daemon’s lap, his dick hard against my pussy. My panties were wet again, and my clit pulsed.
“Now, fuck him.” Natasha sat on the other side of the mannequin.
A jolt of need rushed straight to my core. I gripped the back of the couch and thrust my hips, rubbing my pussy over his shaft. The cloth barrier might as well have not even been there with the difference it made. I felt everything, from the stroking of my swollen clit to the building orgasm.
Closing my eyes, I leaned back, thrusting with everything I had.
A soft touch brushed my panties to the side. I didn’t dare look for fear of losing the buildup of pleasure.
“Take him inside you,” Veronica whispered.
The tip of his cock parted my pussy, the closeness of penetration too enticing to ignore. My hunger took over, and I sank over him. There was no resistance and he hit my g-spot, cranking my need higher. I cried out, my skin tingling and burning, longing for someone’s touch.
I swallowed away that need, focusing on the imminence of my release. My mind whirled, and I ground harder and faster in a desperate rhythm, taking him as deep as I could. I’d never felt so alive, and yet I teetered on the brink of sanity.
Lightning bolts struck every nerve ending. I groaned in blissful agony as shock waves of pleasure rocked through my body.
Clapping surrounded me and cut my orgasm short. With a gasp, I opened my eyes. I wasn’t alone, but in a room with other woman who had just watched me get off. With a doll of all things. I slid off the fake man, grabbed my tights and ran up the stairs to the bedroom. What had I been thinking? How was I going to face them again?
I slid under the covers of my bed, hoping they all left me alone. I wasn’t there to make friends, or to fuck when I was told. I wanted to go home and pretend I’d never heard of Sex Boot Camp.
***
The next morning came too soon, but I was thankful for no middle-of-the-night interruptions. Instead of Denise meeting us in the great room after breakfast, Daemon lounged on one of the couches, looking sexier than the first time I’d seen him. With his well-built body and mesmerizing blue eyes, I wanted to sit on his lap and run my hands through his still damp hair, taste him from top to bottom. My cheeks burned. What would he think if he knew what I’d done the day before?
I wasn’t there for him anyway. Just Braeden. I had to find that asshole and get out of there.
I plopped down on a cushioned chair in the corner, far away from Daemon and my roommates. I didn’t need the temptation, the damning thoughts.
When the rest of the women settled into their spots,
Daemon stood and rubbed his hands together. “Good morning, ladies.”
His warm voice left me with the urge to rub up against his legs and purr.
“I hope you’re enjoying your time here so far.”
“Oh, yeah.” Veronica giggled, less than an inch from sitting on Natasha.
I rolled my eyes. The two of them might as well have left together with all the experience they’d already shared. Though maybe that was why they decided to come, to learn to enjoy sex with their boyfriends instead of each other.
“Yesterday, you learned theory,” Daemon said. “Today, we’re starting the practical part of camp. Get ready for a lesson on oral sex.”
I flushed, my cheeks on fire. The day before had been very practical for me. And now this. Anger and embarrassment fought to see who could leave me more uncomfortable. Braeden often asked me to suck him off, but every time I’d tried, I ended up choking. He made me watch porn videos to see how to do it properly, but they never helped.
Daemon gestured to the front door. “Okay, boys, come on in.”
Three guys entered the chalet, totally naked and ripped. As I stared at their washboard stomachs and large cocks, my jaw dropped. So many drop-dead gorgeous men in one room. I’d died and gone to heaven. Far better than any doll.
“These gentlemen are here for you to practice on. They will instruct you on their likes and dislikes. Some of you are going to have to double-up, so, go ahead and pick your guy.”
Veronica and Natasha rushed straight toward the tallest of them, a guy with milk-chocolate colored skin, and a dick so big, I wanted to run and hide. The two women stripped off their clothes and set straight to work, Veronica sucking off the man while Natasha licked her friend’s pussy.
I turned away. I’d already heard and been pressured by the both of them, didn’t need to see anymore, especially with the sudden tremors between my thighs. Everyone else in the room focused on the threesome, no one daring to stop the action.
Ashlyn stood and studied the other two men before getting on her knees in front of the olive-skinned guy with long brown hair. Serena took the last male by the hand, and guided him over to the couch. She kneeled on a pillow then proceeded to suck him off. The room sounded like a porn movie, slurps and groans all around.
When the shock of it all wore off, I whimpered. Every single woman there was cheating on their boyfriends, and I refused to be a part of it. I sneaked my way up the stairs. Tears stung my eyes before I’d even reached my bed. How could they all do that with no hesitation whatsoever? Yesterday, I’d fucked a dummy. That was bad enough.
I thought of Braeden. He would surely be hurt if he found out I’d sucked off another guy. A real person. He obviously didn’t know what our time here would involve before signing us up.
I wanted to leave, but how could I with no escape from the damn place? Braeden’s car, for which I didn’t have the key, sat locked out front. And I didn’t have any reception on my cell to call someone to pick me up. Where would I tell them I was anyway? I doubted there were signs to this place.
“Cara, are you in here?”
Daemon’s deep throaty voice sent an unwelcome thrill through my body. He affected me like no other man, got my juices running just by talking. Something I didn’t want right now.
I pulled the blankets over my head and prayed he’d go away. Nothing he said would make me give oral sex to any of the guys downstairs.
Chapter Four
“I know you’re here, Cara.” Daemon sounded closer, maybe only a few feet away.
“Maybe we could talk.”
I don’t think so. “Go away. I’m not participating. This isn’t what I expected.” I’d already gone way beyond my comfort level and refused to be pressured into something else.
“I can tell, and that’s what I want to talk to you about.”
I lifted the covers off and sat up. “Really? You’re going to send me home?”
“No.”
“Oh.” My brief hope flittered away. I slunk back under the covers.
“C’mon, Cara.”
The bed slumped down under Daemon’s weight. He was too close, my body humming in silent longing. Flipping the covers toward him to act as a barrier between us, I mustered the best expression of disdain I could. No way would I let him know what he did to me or what I’d done to the doll made in his image. “Where is Braeden anyway? Why can’t I see him?”
“He’s on the other side of the property. We always found it best to separate couples at the beginning of camp. They’re generally more open and willing to try new things when away from their partner.”
“Like sucking off a stranger?” Or fucking a mannequin? I turned away from him, still disgusted by the idea. Though, if Daemon had been one of my choices, I might have thought twice before running upstairs.
“All of the participants here have been screened for STDs. And except you, everyone came willingly.”
“Yeah, well, sorry to ruin your fuck fest, but I’m not going to be a part of this. Plus, I wasn’t screened. How can I trust anyone else was?”
“Au contraire. We did receive the results of a blood sample from you two weeks ago.”
Two weeks ago? Shit. Braeden had asked me to go for a blood test. I’d assumed he’d cheated on me and wanted to make sure nothing spread. We fought that night, and I almost left. Should have, and then I wouldn’t be stuck in the middle of nowhere. “Fine, I’m clean, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to participate. I’m want to see Braeden.”
“Really? Knowing what’s happening downstairs, you want to know what he’s up to?”
A boulder landed in my gut. I didn’t stop to think about what my boyfriend might be doing in his own chalet. But he would object, too, wouldn’t he? We were supposed to be fixing our relationship, not breaking it off entirely.
Daemon left the bed and headed toward the chest of drawers. He opened one and pulled out a remote. “Want to know what activities your boyfriend is involved in? I’ll show you.” He flicked on the television and changed the channel. A private feed.
On the screen, five guys stood naked along a mezzanine in front of what looked like prison cells, bars blocking off the small cots inside. The males spread their legs apart and crossed their hands behind their backs. A woman dressed in tight leather walked in front of them, slapping a riding crop across her palm. Braeden stood in the middle of the guys, and my heart went out to him. Why would the men get stuck with deplorable conditions when we were spoiled in this chalet with catered meals and much bigger beds? I was sure none of them signed up for the incarceration experience.
The woman stopped in front of Braeden. She pressed her leather-clad body to his and kissed him hard. My chest ached. “He’s mine.” The words came out in a whimper. No one else was allowed to kiss him like that. Only me.
When she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth, a scream bubbled up inside, but I held it in. He’d never hear. I’d always suspected that he’d cheated on me during his nights out, but it was far different to actually see it happening. A lump formed in my throat. I wanted to turn away from the torture, but couldn’t.
Braeden rocked into her mouth, his head back and mouth open. There was no sound, but I was sure he moaned in pleasure brought on by another woman. A living, breathing person. I never crossed that line, but he did.
I covered my eyes. My body heaved with sobs. “Turn it off.” I couldn’t bear to watch anymore, couldn’t handle the pain.
The television clicked off and silence filled the room. I put my hands in my lap and stared down at them. “Be honest. Did Braeden know that we’d be having sex with other people when he signed us up?”
“Yes, it’s in bold print, and you have to check a box that says you agree to that before we accept payment for your stay.”
“But I never accepted.”
“We assume couples sign up together.” Daemon sighed. “Honestly, this has never happened before.”
“Should have known.”
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Even though I refused to look at Daemon, I felt his piercing gaze. I didn’t know whether he cared that I was hurting or if he feared I might harm someone. And I might have. But not anyone nearby. I wanted to punch Braeden. Convenience was no longer a reason to stay in a failed relationship. As soon as I arrived home, I was packing up and leaving. Gone. For good. Until then, I would enjoy this trip on Braeden’s dime, and maybe learn something. But, only one instructor inspired me to have sex with a stranger. And he stood right in front of me. I needed to know how realistic the doll was.
I wiped my eyes and stared at Daemon’s luscious body, no longer needing to control my desire for him. “Take off your pants.”
“What?”
The look of surprise on his face made me smile. Did he not expect me to change my mind?
“I said, take off your pants. Your underwear or boxers, or whatever you wear, too.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no? I’m supposed to learn how to suck a cock, so I’m going to practice on you.”
“But I’m not an instructor, just the coordinator. I’m not supposed to participate. Denise and I set rules.”
“Well, I don’t want to suck anyone else’s cock. Just yours. So, either whip it out and let me practice, or find a way to send me home. Your choice.” The authority with which I spoke surprised me. A dominant sex fiend had invaded my body. But, I was done being walked all over. Seeing Braeden with someone else shattered my loyalty to him, my hope of our relationship improving.
Daemon paused before finally removing his clothes. Every piece, including his shirt and the tightest boxer briefs I’d ever seen a guy wear. They left nothing to the imagination. Though, I didn’t have to imagine. He’d bared all to me and I planned to have a taste. He resembled Adonis compared to the doll and even the guys downstairs, with a perfectly muscled physique, not too bulging so he looked dehydrated, but enough to show his strength. His cleanly shaven penis stood erect, ever so ready for me.
I shuffled off the bed and walked over to him. Instead of kneeling right away, I wrapped one arm around his neck and gripped his cock with the other hand, kissing him the way the woman had kissed Braeden.
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