Don't Go Into The Woods Part 3 The Arrival

Holding the door open for the men I thought this must be the big fat old beer belly man convention. I had learned before to only address them as Sir. Dick had both trained and spanked “thank you Sir,” into me many times over the past months.

My pink lipstick smiling lips uttered “Yes Sir,” as the first burly man started through the when he asked me if I was a cum slut. Each man came in with a different remark followed my either a “Yes Sir” or a “Thank You Sir.”

One of them who was a bit shorter then the others in height but not in girth stopped at the door with his belly against me said, “Oh, you will do nicely,” and he patted my ass as he entered.

For the next ten minutes they unloaded the van of ice chests, luggage, cases of beer and booze etc. My collar had become a part of me now but I noticed in one of the bedrooms a leash. It made me twitch a bit at my neck. I was left in the kitchen to put the provisions away as the men gathered in the living room making jokes and talking. Some of the conversation was about how nice it was to be here again and about getting away from the everyday.

One man called out, “Bring me a cold one,” to me. I had been taught how to serve as well during this period of isolation. I got a beer out of the cooler and placed in on the bar tray with the bottle opener next to it and carried it out ‘barmaid’ proper. But in serving it there was a difference. I had been taught to bend at the waist and not the knees.

As I bent over he touched my ass and said, “you have a nice ass girl and you smell pussy perfect. “Did you wear that perfume to entice us?”

Nervously I answered, “Yes Sir.”

Later that night I had my legs were in the air, and my ass high. My panties were pulled down to my ankles.

“This is great,” the man said, “so this just screws off?”

Although I didn’t know what he was doing his comment and the feeling I got from him screwing some counterclockwise on my butt plug made me worry.