Peep Show

I suppose it's time I blogged about Dark Odyssey Summer Camp or Sex Camp, as many of us refer to it. Much about my first night at camp has been blogged already by Avah and Wendy.
I've spoken of the fun I had already at the Potluck and Lolita provides a bedtime story our last night in the Pervert's Saloon Cabin. Vivianne, our cabin Mommie, extends a fairly comprehensive list of going ons at camp. I spent most of my time Friday and Sunday night at the dungeon in and out of Shibari.

Saturday night was devoted to events at The Garden of Carnal Delights. I found myself the Time Keeper and Record Keeper of the Blow job Throw down. Avah made all us girls in Jersey proud that night.

Jefferson "pimped" the event, throwing in obscure facts and data regarding New Jersey and Long Island as the girls sucked their way through some 20 odd cocks. Odd? Some were down right fake, as a few strap-ons made it into the mix. Just as I was kicking out a repeat cock for the last set of blow jobs, Marcus walked up and I grabbed him as the last contestant.
When asked afterward how it all came down, he remarks, "Well, they both suck cock like girls."
I'm throwing down the gauntlet, Marcus. I expect to see a class next time around entitled "How to Suck Cock Like a Guy."

We went in to check out the various rooms of Garden of Carnal Delights. I contemplated whether or not to prostitute myself in the Brothel for Kundalini cash or not. There just wasn't anyone that tempted me. Unfortunately, as I said to Jefferson, "Most of them look like they would need to pay." Avah took up an offer to have her pussy eaten out for $3000. We made sure she was okay and went for a walk.

As soon as we entered the Peep Show my eyes bugged out. It was great! They had set up several areas curtained except for a show window. I immediately expressed my interest to Jefferson. "It's like fucking in a fish tank", I exclaimed. We climbed inside an empty Peep Show box. Jefferson quickly took over, removing used sheets and getting clean ones in order. It had been a chilly night and I removed the cover up I'd been wearing to reveal a seductive sheer peach robe. It had satin piping and tied at the breasts. "Weren't you cold in that?" I assured him I had been warm enough. I point to the heels at the end of legs encased in sheer cream thigh high stockings. "The shoes are Hot", asserts Jefferson. They stay on. I wiggle out of peach lace panties.

Jefferson is wearing his wonderful boots. I kneel on the bed at his feet. Slowly, I begin to remove the laces. At first, I think what a pain in the ass, but then, I realize, I am quietly finding a sweet head space. I relax and begin to enjoy the ritual, rubbing my face on the boots. caressing the leather. I will want to do this again. It's actually quite pleasant. I pull off the boots and go for his belt. I unbuckle it and pull the the belt out from its loops. I fold it in half and tell Jefferson that I used to beat my pussy myself with a belt this way. I pull off his jeans and remove his shirt. We embrace and begin to kiss. Soon we are a tumble of arms and legs.
Skin. I want the feel of skin on skin. I want his skin on mine.

Jefferson grabs me by the legs and drags me towards him. He positions us in front of the "window"so that my legs are in the air and he is facing out. I strain and writhe as he works his fingers into my pussy. I point my toes in the air. After all, we do have an audience. I giggle as money comes floating in from over the window. I cannot really see out the window. My glasses are off. Ironically, even though a roomful of people may be watching, this time, this space with him, is the only sense of privacy I'll have at camp.

Now, he drags me to the corner of the bed and stands. I see him reach for a condom and I smile. Yeah, fucking time! Umm, he is in me. I am so glad. I was worried we wouldn't get to have our "date" together in previous days and that all washes away now. More money comes floating down on us. It makes us laugh. He takes the belt and ties my hands together over my head with it. We have a lovely fuck. I close my eyes now and try to feel him again. Music is playing. Jefferson starts dancing to Madonna's "Vogue". "Stop!" I demand, laughing. "I'll be forever traumatized by this!" I know that song will stick forever in memory as a Jefferson song.

Jefferson beats my pussy with the belt and continues to manipulate my flesh. I moan, I groan, I come I don't know how many times. Eventually, the boots, the clothes all go back on our naked flesh. I crawl all around to find our money. I divvy it up in two piles and count. We each made $1800 apiece. I hand him his cut.

I have no idea how long we were in there. One hour, two hours? It was a treasured amount of time. We talk about Avah. I want to go find her and see how she is. She is still in the brothel. So far she has made $7200. We wait. We wait. We wait. Finally, we talk to the brothel pimp. If this guy isn't going to cum sometime this century then he needs to know his dime is up. The scene is called and we get Avah's toy bag, which has been laying on the lawn outside for hours. We go to get a snack. Jefferson and Avah need to go back and get the money from the pimp.
He was trying to talk her into more Johns, but she is done for the night. I stay with the bag and wait. A cute guy, Johnny is there in the cafeteria. I've been trying to hook a date with him.
"I saw you in the Peep Show" He grins. I grin. "It was FUN!," I respond. Oh, so much fun.