Camp After Party: Dicks Everfree

Gloriosa gratefully slipped out of her autumn leaf pattern gown. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she placed it on the back of her office chair. It felt like she lived in that office lately; so much so that she kept a stash of clean clothes in the storage closet. She opened her mini fridge next to the desk and pulled out a can of sparkling soda. Leaning against the oak wood cabin wall in her black laced skimpies, she took a healthy sip of her soda. Normally she would quickly change out of site inside the office, but since it was so quiet and there were no campers to be seen, she decided it was worth risking the indecent exposure. After yanking the ties out of her beautifully styled formal evening mane, her magenta and burgundy hair fell to its natural long and flowing length.

“It’s been a long day,” she sighed.

Gloriosa’s head jerked up as the front door of the office swung open.

“Oh it’s not over yet,”

Filthy Rich planted his feet in the doorway and stood grimacing at the unprepared and under dressed Gloriosa. She screamed and covered her scantily clad bosom with her arms.

“Filthy! What are you doing here?”

He took another step into the office parlor.

“Oh please, call me Rich. I was just passing by and saw the light on. Just thought I'd check to make sure everything was ok,” his grimace grew into a giant greedy smile, “Perhaps I should come back at another time, I didn't mean to interrupt your regular routine here.” His eyes looked up and down Gloriosa, taking in every detail of her features.

“What do you want?” She demanded.

“What's with that tone? After all, we are partners now. I came to congratulate you on your fundraiser, and for holding just the most splendid party I ever did see. You are such a good hostess.” He pulled out a manila folder from under his jacket. Gloriosa went to grab her dress from off the chair.

“Oh before you do that, you may want to take a look at this,” he slapped the manila folder on the table, “You see, there's just a tiny little minute detail that still needs to be taken care of. Nothing major, just some business red tape.”

Gloriosa felt humiliated standing half naked in front of Filthy Rich, but her curiosity got the better of her. She set the dress back down and opened the paperwork.

“What? But that's impossible, the fundraiser made all the money we owed.” She frantically read over the invoice documents.

“Yes, yes it's all my fault really. In all the haste to get things done, I completely forgot about the processing fee to renew your lease on Camp Everfree. Must have slipped my mind,” he mimed wiping sweat from his forehead, “So with that fee in mind, it looks like you’re still about $200 short. How tragic.” He pouted his lips.

“But we gave you all the money we had, it’ll take me a little time to pull together another $200.”

Filthy snatched the folder out of her hands.

“Unfortunately, you're out of time. If you don’t have the money in the morning, I'm afraid I will be forced to take over the lease and the property.”

Gloriosa slammed her fists on the desk.

“That's not fair, Filthy. We worked so hard and those kids sacrificed so much to save this camp. You can't do this to me.”

Filthy leaned into her face. She cringed at the smell of his over priced cologne.

“Oh but I can, and I will. How does ‘Everfree Day Spa’ sound to you? You know, in honor of the great tradition you folks started here.” He stretched out his hands like he was displaying a banner. Gloriosa ran around the desk to his side and dropped to her knees.

“Please don't do this, I'm begging you.” She tugged at his jacket doing her best to hold back tears.

“Well, I guess I could co sign your lease and loan you the money. Of course, that would make me a co owner of Camp Everfree, wouldn't it partner?” He bent over and pushed up her chin with his index finger.

“And we can keep the camp?” She looked at him hoping to see any hint decency or empathy. All she saw was his greasy grin.

“Of course you can. But I'm gonna want something in return for my generosity.”

“Name it, I’ll do anything.” She gripped his sleeve tightly.

“That's all I needed to hear.” He unfastened his rich pants and revealed his filthy cock. Gloriosa’s eyes went as wide as flashlights.

“Well go on, sugar. I wanna get my $200 worth. I hope you're as good as the girls uptown.” He placed his full girth on her cheek.

“It’s for the camp,” she closed her eyes.

“That's the spirit, now what's that thing you always say?” He tapped his finger against his cheek like he was pondering a mystery.

“I got this,” Gloriosa meekly replied. She took his penis with her hand and gave it a gentle rub. She slid the tip into her mouth and gave it a little lick.

“Is that all a mountain girl can do? This doesn't live up to the stories I’ve heard.”

Dropping all inhibitions, Gloriosa took the full member into her mouth. Circling her tongue around the shaft, she rocked her head back and forth.

“Now that's more like it. I love the enthusiasm.” Filthy grabbed the back of her head and guided her motion. She did her best not to gag as he made her take him in and out faster than she was comfortable doing. With her free hand she caressed his scrotum, rubbing gently in rhythm with her sucking motion.

“Going for extra credit I see,” Filthy laughed out loud, “Now let me see those gorgeous tits of yours.”

Gloriosa kept her head moving but dropped her hands behind her back and unlatched her bra. Her unbound breasts plopped into their natural position as her lacy top fell to the cabin floor. She laid into his dick with all of her might. She was now able to keep the pace he wanted without his guidance.

Getting his rod worked over and over, he felt his climax coming on strong. He pulled himself out of her mouth and blasted his load on her face. Multiple waves advanced landing on her cheeks, chin, and forehead. When he was done, her facial features were drenched in his cum. She leaned in and licked up the remaining traces of semen all over his shaft and base. He refastened his pants and pulled one of the papers out of the manila folder. He placed it on the floor in front of her, dropping a pen on the ground next to it.”

“Sign here,” he demanded.

Gloriosa went to grab the pen.

“Nuh, uh, uh,” Filthy wagged his finger, “Use your mouth.”

She bent over and picked the pen up with her mouth. It took her a moment to position the writing side down at the paper. She could taste the ink in her mouth mixed with his seed. She tried to loop the pen on the paper to form a “G” for her name but it looked more like a wrinkled oval followed by a sad scribble. She spit the pen out of her mouth and looked up at Filthy.

“Are you satisfied now?” She asked with all the venom she could muster.

“Satisfied is a strong word, but that will do for now,” he grabbed her sparkling soda off the desk and gulped it down.

“Perfect, I was feeling a little parched.” He collected the papers and headed toward the exit. He turned around as he opened the door.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you.” He slammed the door behind him.

Gloriosa picked herself off of the floor. She reached into her mini fridge and grabbed a new sparkling soda. As she popped the tab, her green eyes glowed and a black aura surrounded her, causing her hair to stand on end. Her eyes narrowed like a tiger scouting its prey.

“Next time, Filthy, I'm biting it off.”

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