Blackstone Resort's Secret Game

"Wake up Cane. This isn't a dream. You need to open your eyes." A gentle stream of words blew into my ear; my dream slowly falling away as the morning sun was hot against my eyelids. I blinked, lifted my head, and tried to remember all the fuzzy details from the day prior. It was hard, wonderful sensations were coming from under the blanket; Tory was whispering to me while her hand stroked my chest. She twisted a chest hair around her finger, pulled on it, then did it again.

"Don't be rude Julie; say good morning."

Tory lifted the covers; a determined mouth was working along my shaft. Just a momentary break for a quick good morning before sliding her tongue along it again.

"Isn't she being such a good girl?"

"Mmmm, she is."

"How should we reward her today?"

"Maybe we should bring her with us on our adventure."

"What do you think Julie; do you want to come with us?"

She mumbled a yes, not removing myself from her lips. Her hand joined in; she seemed determined to make me finish; like Tory had instructed her to. My lungs emptied as Tory's hand teased down my torso, "Hah, you two... shit... I'm."

Tory's eyes met mine, inches away as she rumbled out her next words. "I know."

I tried to find every shade of green in her iris, my face trembling as Julie didn't slow down. Sounds forced their way out of me as our eyes melded together. My hips jumped, I felt the wet reward slide down my groin. Desperate popping sounds the only ones in the still morning air.

"Go clean yourself up darling, bring us all coffee from downstairs." Julie nodded, starting to grab her clothes from the pile, Tory stopped her. "You don't need clothes for that; be quick."

She didn't even fight it, her cute little butt bouncing through the door. Tory brought her attention to me. "You did well last night, some pointers we will discuss later. For now, check your phone."

Everyone

'New Contest: Submit one sexy, scenic photo; 2nd & 3rd are awarded 5 points each. 10 for 1st. 24-hour window.' - Ma'am

Sir-Ma'am-Cane

'New Personal Challenge: Mark what is yours. - 10 points' - Ma'am

"Mark what is yours." I read it aloud to Tory. "Julie?"

"More than likely, word travels fast."

"Marisol... she's in the game?"

"Did she tell you?"

"Might as well have. Anybody else in the house?"

"I can't tell you; you have to figure it out."

Julie came back through the door, careful not to spill any of the three mugs in her hands. "Gemma was at the table; she seemed concerned."

"I will handle her. Julie, what's your current challenge?"

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through as her coffee was lifted to her lips. I couldn't stop looking at them, a soft shade of red. Soft lines creased her forehead, her eyes a lighter shade of brown this morning. It felt nice to have her happy, in my bed; not a single drop of attitude to be found.

"It just says to listen and obey. 5 points." She looked at me, then Tory. "How do I prove that?"

"You'll see honey. Do you work today?"

"At 10."

"Let me call Jacky, give me a minute." Tory walked away, one of the blankets draped over her shoulders. There was still a glimpse of her white shorts, just above the bottom of her curves. "Hey Jacky... I need a favor. Sure, just tell me when... uh huh... Yeah no problem... I need to borrow Julie for the day... Yes, back tomorrow. You're the best; thank you!"

She turned with a big smile on her face. "Get dressed, we have a long drive." She headed toward the door, coffee in hand. "Give me a bit with Gemma, I'll get her to understand."

By the time we made it downstairs, Gemma was giving Tory a big hug and waved goodbye as we went out the front door. We loaded into Tory's jeep; she told me to sit in the back with Julie. Talk about things while we're driving.

"Where are we going?"

"Secret. Enjoy the ride, make sure you're both on the same page before we get there."

I turned to the girl next to me, a bashful little smile as she brushed her hair behind her ear. She was looking straight ahead, tapping her fingernails along her khaki pants. She appeared to look everywhere except at me. My hand rested on her thigh, then Her's rested on top of it; she kept looking forward.

"I know it doesn't make a difference; but the video I sent you was a challenge..." She sheepishly looked at me, then quickly away.

"I forgive you." Her hand squeezed mine, then let all the air out of her lungs. "Tory gave me some advice. Not every challenge is worth doing; sometimes we just say no and move on."

Her head rested onto my shoulder, "Thank you." I felt her body rising and falling with deep breaths. "I want this. You... It's kind of a kink I guess; I'm only here until April. Then I go home, back to my regular life. My parents would kill me if I brought a white guy home anyways."

We both laughed; her body nestled further into mine. We sat like that for an hour. Watching the snowcapped mountains pass by; tall trees flashing like a picket fence. We fell asleep, the heat between us making the ride a kind of meditation. Awoken by the crunch of loose gravel.

"We're pulling up, we have to hike a bit. It will be worth it, don't worry." Tory's confidence in her voice was comforting. In the dungeon, at the party; here in the middle of nowhere. She always seemed in control, knowing exactly what was going to happen and how to respond.

The walk was peaceful and quiet. We all talked about life, family, adventures we'd been on. It was a break, from the chaos the game entailed. It had only been a week, yet it felt like a month. We came across a skyline view, out of the trees; it was breathtaking. We enjoyed it for a moment before moving along.

Tory was out in front, her ass being hugged by black leggings, leaving little to the imagination. Her coat fit perfectly; a baseball cap pulled down tight over her sunglasses. She looked like she belonged here, in the mountains, leading a pair of tourists.

We made it over the ridge, descending back into Pine trees reaching into the sky. They were spaced far apart, letting us get glimpses of the scenery even surrounded by foliage. In the distance; I could make out a structure, a cabin maybe. Then the reflection of the sun was bright next to it, water, a lake?

Tory's smile was as big as I'd ever seen as we approached. "I haven't been here in years, not with snow on the ground since I was a kid." She stepped onto the creaky wood deck, fiddling under a post. She showed us a key, her joy refusing to fade. "This has been in my family for generations; my great grandpa built it at the turn of the century. Used to camp here every summer; ice fish in the winters."

We entered the dingy little place; it was nice if not rustic. No plumbing, old glass windows, generic camping furniture inside. There was a small bed in the corner, it looked like a bear had been sleeping on it. "Is this where were going to..."

"Yes." Her lips pointed out a far window, "If you can't come up with an idea here there's no hope for you."

We ate a small snack, some pb&j's that Tory packed. We sat in the folding chairs, Tory leaning up against the kitchen bar. "My dad taught me to fish here, to camp, start a fire. Read a map, navigate by the stars. It was my favorite place for a long time."

"Then what happened?" I regretted the question immediately as her face dropped.

"A story for a different time." She walked out onto the porch as we followed her.

It was secluded, serene, and jaw droppingly gorgeous. No wonder Tory loved it; it was nice to see this side of her. She came from somewhere, had a nice childhood; the fondness of the memories was all over her face. Then she sighed, took off her hat, and the Tory I met that first night came back.

"Tyler; you're in charge. Come up with picture ideas for the two of you."

"By ourselves or together?"

"You decide."

I put a hand on Julies lower back, "Get on your knees, at the edge of the porch, face us."

I waited for her to get into position and I approached her. She smiled with her eyes and stuck her tongue out; excited. I undid my pants and let them open, careful not to let them fall. It was breezy, my dick wasn't cooperating right away. Julie's breath was warm, her touch cold; she rubbed them inside my pants along my ass. The combination of both brought me to full attention, and I let my tip push against her cheek; then down her throat.

I started slow, letting her get acclimated. My hands gently caressed her neck, her cheek, then roughly gripped her hair. A strong hold as close to her skull as I could get; a whimper came in response. Tory's hands worked under my jacket, touching and teasing my chest as her sharp words found their way into my ear yet again.

"Good, time your thrusts with each big breath. Let her fill her lungs, take your cock until she's at her limit; then give her a break. But not too long." She bit my ear, licked down my neck and continued. "When you're close; warn her; then use her wet mouth until you paint her messy face."

Julie gagged, a few light taps on my leg. I pulled back, letting her breathe. Tory intervened. "Too long, back in. We don't have all day, Julie; figure it out." She nodded, and I pushed as far into her throat as I could.

"Guh-lk... Fuck Ty... hllk... glk..." That sounds were filling me with confidence, Tory's words of affirmation guiding me. I saw a tear forming in her eye; we were getting close.

I pulled out just long enough to let her catch her breath; plunging back in. "Squeeze my leg if you can't take it anymore." I ramped up; straight fucking her mouth, my hands gripping her hair tightly. It had started to frizz, no longer nicely placed along her shoulder.

"Fuck Julie... you suck this dick so well... I'm getting close..."

"No." It was Tory, from behind me. "You don't get to cum yet. Get as close as you can; then stop." I nodded furiously; I wanted it so bad; it was right there. I could wait; Tory wouldn't make me wait without good reason. I stopped, letting my dick rest of her chin. Her makeup didn't smear as much as I thought it would. One or two streaks from either side; Tory was happy with it.

She leveled her phone and lined up the shot; my heavy length rested on Julie's face, gentle streaks of black on her cheek; stunning mountain backdrop behind her. "Not bad."

She pulled a blanket from the cabin and tossed it to me. "Your turn."

We walked out to the dock, only a few feet long; it looked older than the cabin. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"We wouldn't be here if it weren't. Now, lay the blanket down on the edge, Julie?"

"Yes Tory?"

"All fours, arch your back. Make it look good."

The blanket was laid out as Julie got down on her knees. She pulled her pants off, licked her fingers, and rubbed herself. "Hurry; it's so cold."

I dropped to my knees so fast I thought the dock would collapse. I spit into my hand, rubbed it in and aligned myself. I pushed in quickly, too fast.

"Gentle... Please."

"Yes... Sorry; a little eager."

"Don't apologize." Tory's words were short.

"Ye...ss Tory." My voice cracked as I said it, the petite firm ass in front of me making it hard to focus. I felt her warmth surround me, a fire lit cave on a snowy peak. Then her ass pushing against my groin, and the weather no longer mattered. It felt amazing, my body losing the cold shake with each thrust.

It was the fastest two minutes of my life, Tory took the picture and called us over. In a flash Julie's pants were up and clothes readjusted. She smirked at me, kissed me, and let her eyes linger. The smear mascara was hot, I wanted to do it again, make it smear all over her face.

Tory showed us the pictures, asking me to choose the best. The best was clear, Julie's back was stretched like a cat, her head pulled back with hair in my hands. You could see the outline of my cock about to penetrate her. The sun reflected off the frozen lake right behind us; it was a winner.

"One more; there's a waterfall on the other side of the lake. Short hike."

We followed her along the trail, taking a turn and going along the tree line. We dropped down toward the lake, Tory wandering now. "It should be over here somewhere... there. Let's go, hurry up, sun is getting low."

We tucked in-between jagged rocks, the shade cooling us down rapidly. I heard it before I saw it, the rushing water. A small waterfall, dropping maybe ten feet off the ridge, crashing into jagged rocks, then pooling and running down a stream toward the lake. It was unreal.

"Lay the blanket down." Tory had pulled her leggings off, putting her back against her backpack, her bald lips resting on the blanket. She held her phone in her hand, then opened her coat. She had a tight sports bra under her cotton tee; she pulled it to the side, unleashing my first view of where her tattoo led.

She would have won the competition with that photo alone, but she gave us instructions on top of it. "Both of you, faces between my legs, I want both of your tongues spreading me apart. Then I'll take a video, and we can get out of this cold."

It was warm between her thighs, a wind break, her skin radiating heat. Julie's face joined me; a momentary connection of our eyes forced a smile. Our tongues stuck out together, we licked, sucked, kissed each other, then went back to Tory. Tory moaned softly, her phone held high in the sky, and started speaking.

"Hello players of Blackstone. This is my submission for the challenge, and a challenge for you all. Cane and I are forming a team; Sapphire has already joined. Who else wants to join the three-time champ? Respond to me personally in app. Happy Fucking." She giggled in that cute soft voice, the one she had in her pink accented room.

Team? She's forming a team? Before I could dwell too long, she lifted our heads up together. "You two are my stars, the team will be built around you. This is how we win; first place isn't the only one that gets rewarded. Will you two accept before I send that video in?"

"Yes." Julie didn't hesitate; I wasn't far behind.

"Anything for you."

"Good. We have a long hike back, and one more task to complete tonight before we send off our submissions."