ONLYFANSSummer camp slutty secrets
“You’re such a filthy little cocksucker, Emma,” Jake growled, his voice low and rough as he tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth down on him. The moonlight spilled over the lake behind them, casting a silvery glow on their bodies, but neither of them noticed. All Emma could focus on was the thick heat of him in her mouth, the way his cock pulsed against her tongue, and the way his words sent a shiver down her spine.
“But fuck, you’re so good at it,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she took him deeper, her lips stretching around him. “You were born for this, weren’t you? To suck my cock like a fucking pro.”
Emma moaned around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. She loved this—the way he alternated between degrading her and praising her, the way it made her feel both dirty and adored at the same time. Her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she worked him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock before she took him deep again.
“That’s it, baby,” Jake muttered, his voice strained. “Take it all. Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me.”
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It had started earlier that evening, after the campers were finally asleep in their cabins. The air was warm and heavy with the scent of pine and earth, and the sound of crickets filled the night. Emma and Jake had snuck away from the counselor’s cabin, their footsteps crunching softly on the forest floor as they made their way to the lake. They’d been dancing around this all summer—stealing glances during campfire songs, brushing against each other during games, laughing a little too long at each other’s jokes. But tonight, something felt different.
When they reached the water’s edge, Jake turned to her, his eyes dark in the moonlight. “Emma,” he said, his voice rough. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
She didn’t say anything, just stepped closer, her heart pounding in her chest. And then his hands were on her face, pulling her into a kiss that was anything but tentative. It was hungry, desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment all summer. His tongue slid against hers, and she melted into him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he backed her up against a tree.
“Jake,” she gasped when he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck. “We shouldn’t—”
“Fuck ‘shouldn’t,’” he muttered against her skin, his hands sliding under her shirt. “I need you, Emma. I’ve needed you all summer.”
And then he was on his knees in front of her, pulling her shorts down and burying his face between her legs. She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked at her, his tongue working her clit with a skill that made her knees weak. He didn’t stop until she came, shaking and gasping against the tree.
Now, it was her turn to make him feel good. She knelt in front of him, her hands on his thighs as she took him into her mouth, savoring the taste of him, the way he filled her up.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” Jake muttered, his fingers tightening in her hair. “But fuck, you’re amazing at this. You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”
Emma moaned around him, her eyes fluttering shut as she focused on the rhythm of her mouth, the way he throbbed against her tongue. She could feel him getting harder, his breathing growing more ragged as she worked him.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Take it all, baby. Fuck, you’re so fucking good.”
She could tell he was close, his hips jerking slightly as he thrust into her mouth. And then he was coming, hot and thick on her tongue, and she swallowed every drop, her own body trembling with need.
When she finally pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Jake looked down at her with a mix of awe and hunger. “You’re fucking incredible,” he said, pulling her to her feet and kissing her hard. “But we’re not done yet.”
He spun her around, pressing her against the tree again as he yanked her shorts down the rest of the way. She gasped as he entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her with a single thrust.
“Fuck, Emma,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he started to move. “You feel so fucking good.”
She moaned, her hands braced against the tree as he fucked her hard and fast, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing in the quiet night. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through her, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re such a slut for me,” Jake muttered, his voice rough with desire. “But fuck, you’re my slut. Mine.”
Emma cried out as she came, her body clenching around him as he continued to pound into her. And then he was coming too, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, both of them breathing hard, before Jake finally pulled out and turned her around to face him. He kissed her softly, his hands cupping her face as he looked into her eyes.
“Emma,” he whispered. “I—”
But before he could finish, they heard a twig snap in the distance, and both of them froze.
“Shit,” Jake muttered, pulling away from her and quickly pulling up his pants. “We need to get back before someone sees us.”
Emma nodded, her heart still racing as she pulled her shorts back on. But as they made their way back to the counselor’s cabin, she couldn’t help but smile to herself. This summer was going to be unforgettable.
The next morning, the sun was already high in the sky when Emma and Jake were summoned to the camp director’s office. The walk there was tense, their footsteps crunching on the gravel path. Emma’s stomach churned with a mix of guilt and defiance, while Jake’s jaw was set, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. They both knew what was coming.
The director, a stern woman in her fifties with sharp eyes and a no-nonsense demeanor, sat behind her desk, arms crossed. “Sit,” she said, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. They obeyed, sinking into the chairs across from her.
“I don’t know what you two think you’re doing,” she began, her tone icy, “but this is a summer camp for children, not some… romantic getaway. Your behavior last night was unacceptable. If I catch you again, there will be serious consequences. Do I make myself clear?”
Emma nodded, her cheeks burning, but Jake just stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable. “Crystal,” he said flatly.
The director dismissed them with a wave of her hand, and they left the office in silence. As soon as they were out of earshot, Jake grabbed Emma’s arm and pulled her into a secluded corner behind the mess hall.
“That went well,” he muttered sarcastically, his voice low and rough.
Emma laughed nervously, her heart still pounding. “Yeah, could’ve been worse.”
Jake’s eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You know what this means, right? We’re gonna have to be more careful. But that doesn’t mean we’re stopping.”
Emma shivered, her body already responding to his proximity. “No,” she whispered. “It doesn’t.”
He kissed her then, hard and demanding, his hands gripping her hips like he couldn’t get enough of her. Emma moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair. The warning from the director only made it hotter, more forbidden. They were playing with fire, and neither of them cared.
Later that day, during the campers’ free swim time, Emma found herself alone in the supply closet, restocking towels. She was bent over a box when the door creaked open behind her. Before she could turn around, Jake was there, his body pressing against hers.
“Missed you,” he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs under her shorts.
Emma gasped, her knees going weak. “Jake, someone could—”
“Shut up,” he interrupted, spinning her around and pinning her against the shelves. His lips crashed into hers, silencing any protest. His hands were everywhere—cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer until there was no space between them.
Emma’s head fell back as Jake’s mouth moved to her neck, sucking and biting in a way that made her toes curl. “Fuck,” she breathed, her hands fumbling with the button on his jeans.
He helped her, shoving his pants down just enough to free his cock, already hard and throbbing. Emma dropped to her knees without hesitation, taking him into her mouth with a moan that vibrated against his skin.
“That’s it, you filthy cocksucker,” Jake groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. “You were born for this.”
Emma whimpered around him, the crude words sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. She sucked him deeper, her tongue swirling around the head before taking him all the way down her throat. Jake cursed under his breath, his hips jerking forward.
“God, Emma,” he panted, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so fucking good at this. Such a dirty little slut for me.”
Emma moaned again, the praise and degradation mixing in a way that made her ache with need. She reached between her legs, rubbing herself through her shorts as she worked him with her mouth.
Jake noticed and pulled her to her feet, spinning her around and bending her over the shelves. He yanked her shorts down and slid a finger inside her, finding her already wet and ready. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he muttered, adding a second finger and curling them just right.
Emma cried out, her hands gripping the shelves for support. “Jake, please—”
“Please what?” he taunted, his fingers moving faster. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she begged, her voice trembling. “Please, Jake, I need you inside me.”
He didn’t make her wait. He lined himself up and thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt. Emma gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. He felt so fucking good, filling her completely.
Jake set a brutal pace, his hips slamming into hers with enough force to make the shelves rattle. Emma bit her lip to keep from screaming, her nails digging into the wood. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through her body, building the pressure inside her until she was teetering on the edge.
“You like that, don’t you?” Jake growled, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. “You love being my little whore.”
“Yes,” Emma moaned, her voice breaking. “God, yes.”
He reached around to rub her clit, his fingers working in time with his thrusts. It was too much—the friction, the fullness, the way he was talking to her—and Emma came with a cry, her body convulsing around him.
Jake followed close behind, his own release hitting him like a freight train. He buried his face in her neck as he came, his hips stuttering against hers. For a moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting and trembling.
When Jake finally pulled out, Emma turned to face him, her legs still shaky. He kissed her softly, a stark contrast to the roughness of their encounter. “We should get back,” he murmured against her lips.
Emma nodded, reluctantly pulling her shorts back up. As they slipped out of the supply closet and back into the sunlight, she couldn’t help but smile. The thrill of almost getting caught only made it better.
That night, after the campers were asleep, Emma snuck out of her cabin and met Jake by the lake. The moon was full, casting a silvery glow over the water. They didn’t speak—they didn’t need to. Jake pulled her into his arms and kissed her like he was starving for it.
They ended up on the ground, their clothes scattered around them. Jake was on top of her, his cock sliding in and out of her with slow, deliberate strokes. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“You feel so fucking good,” Jake murmured, his lips brushing against hers. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Emma moaned, her hands roaming over his back. “Harder,” she begged. “Please, Jake.”
He obliged, his thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Emma’s back arched off the ground as pleasure surged through her. She was close—so close—and when Jake reached between them to rub her clit, she shattered.
Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body clamping down around him as she cried out his name. Jake wasn’t far behind, his own release spilling into her with a groan.
They lay there for a while afterward, tangled together under the stars. Emma traced patterns on Jake’s chest, her mind drifting. This summer was turning out to be everything she’d hoped for and more.
But as they got dressed and made their way back to the cabins, Emma couldn’t shake the feeling that they were pushing their luck. The camp director’s warning echoed in her mind, but she pushed it aside. She didn’t care about the risks—not when being with Jake felt this good.
The next few days passed in a blur of stolen moments and close calls. They fucked in the shower stalls after lights out, in the woods during nature hikes, even in the boathouse during canoe lessons. Each time was more thrilling than the last, the danger only adding to the excitement.
One afternoon, during arts and crafts time, Emma found herself alone in the craft cabin. She was sorting through supplies when Jake walked in, locking the door behind him.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.
Jake didn’t respond—he just crossed the room in three long strides and kissed her like he couldn’t wait another second. Emma melted into him, her hands sliding under his shirt to feel the muscles of his back.
He lifted her onto the table, scattering crayons and construction paper everywhere. Emma wrapped her legs around him as he pushed her skirt up and pulled her panties aside. He was inside her in seconds, his cock filling her perfectly.
They moved together frantically, both of them desperate for release. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small room, mingling with their moans and gasps.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Jake muttered against her neck. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Emma clung to him as pleasure built inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. She was so close—so fucking close—when they heard voices outside the door.
They froze, their hearts pounding in unison. The doorknob rattled as someone tried to open it.
“Shit,” Jake whispered