Real Accident: Part 2

Welcome back! Here’s the ending to last weeks collab. It’s a little wet and wild, so make sure you’ve got something to clean up with ready when you read it.

CW: Wetting and Watersports


“You can do anything you want with me, Sir,” she said, and it would have sounded cheeky if the desperation in her voice wasn’t ringing through.

    “I don’t need you to remind me of that,” he said, pulling her legs up to his shoulders. He bored down, his cock sliding into her dripping pussy as he moaned.

    “I’m sorry, Sir,” she groaned, but as his cock slipped inside her and his weight pressed down, her eyes went wide, and she stared up at him, a touch of panic in her eyes.

    Mark smirked down at her, “Something the matter, pet?” he asked, pulling back a bit, before slipping in deeper.

    She blushed and dropped her gaze from his face. “I still have to pee, Master.”

    He reached down, grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at him. “Aww, even when you have an accident, you still saved some for me. How thoughtful, slut.”

    Her blush deepened, “W-what do you want me to do, Sir?”

    Her Master leaned down, chuckling as he whispered in her ear. “If I tell you, how do I know you’ll listen? You already broke one of your most important rules today, bad girl.”

    “No, Master, please! I’ll do anything you say. I’m sorry, it was an accident! I want to be your good girl. Please tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Please!”

    Mark nibbled on the bare skin just above her collar, “Well, let’s see if you can avoid another one even if I fuck you like this,” he said, starting to roll his hips harder, thrusting deep inside her, knowing the position would press on her bladder.

    A loud moan was ripped from her throat as he fucked her. “Oh, Master!” she cried. She knew that she wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer. He had her almost bent in half, her hips wide open. She was a goner.

    “What is it, slave?” he asked, his voice low in her ear, his cock reaching deep inside her. He could feel her tightening down as she tried to hold it for him.

    “I can’t hold it, Master. I’m going to pee. Please let me go.” She was clenching as hard as she could, but she could feel her control slipping. Her need was greater than her body could handle.

    Mark leaned up a bit, slowly shaking his head at her. “No self-control,” he said. “Good thing I have plenty for both of us.” His voice dropped as he stared straight into her eyes. “You can wait for a few more thrusts.”

    She squeezed tighter, her core clenching, her fingers digging into Mark’s shoulders. “I’m trying, Master!”

    He smiled down at her as he gave a few more thrusts, “Good girl. I knew you could follow orders. Now let it all out for me.”

    “Here, Master? In the bed?” It wasn’t the first time, but she wanted to be absolutely sure she was following his orders.

    “These sheets are due for a change anyway,” he said with a wink.

    Even though they’d done it before, even though she was on the brink of losing control since he brought her to bed, it took conscious effort to relax her muscles. She was so tightly wound. She closed her eyes and loosened her grip, and then she felt the first rush. It was a trickle at first. She wasn’t even sure if her Master could feel it yet, but then more and more, and suddenly she couldn’t stop. He kept thrusting into her, and she could hear how wet they were, hear how much liquid was between them now.

    Mark definitely noticed now. The same muscles that helped her release also squeezing his cock perfectly. As hot and wet as she was for him, she still found a way to make it even better. He moaned, hips slamming down on hers as he reached as deep into her as he could. “You’re so good at making me feel good, pet.”

    She moaned with pleasure now, feeling how good it felt to be so wet and to receive his praise. “That’s what I’m here for, Master–to make you feel good.”

    “And now it’s my turn to help you feel even better,” Mark said with a smirk. He moaned as the first spurt of his piss sprayed into her cunt.

    She threw her head back and groaned as she felt the warmth flood her body. She dug her nails into her Master’s back, hoping to elicit the groans she loved to hear from him.

    He always made such lovely sounds when she hurt him. It was the only reason she would, very occasionally, switch places with him. And he didn’t disappoint this time, gasp and groan blending into the sound that made her insides clench down even tighter on his pissing cock.

    Her groans turned louder as the flood of piss increased. “Oh, yes, Master, thank you!” she cried out, thrusting her hips up against his.

    Once he got the first few drops out, it was always easier to keep the flow going. He moaned loudly, the rhythm of his hips started to falter as he emptied himself into her, “Cocksucker, toilet, fuck toy, stress reliever, is there anything I can’t use you for, slave?”

    She could barely process the words, just wanting to please her Master. But even in the haze of subspace, she knew the right answer. “You can use me for anything, Master. Anything!”

    Mark grinned down at her and grabbed her collar, using it as a handle as he began his last few deep thrusts. “And now you get to be marked by your Master two ways instead of just one. Next time, we should use your ass instead so I can plug it up and not let it out.”

    She moaned at the thought. It was definitely sexy, and she desperately wanted to have his piss and cum inside her. She’d be dripping with it, remembering their time together. She started thrusting her hips harder and faster against him, wanting him to add his cum to the flood of liquid inside her.

    He leaned down, thrusting as deep as he could go before whispering against her lips, “I love you.” His cock started to twitch, pumping cum deep inside, mixing with their piss inside her.

    She let out a long, low groan deep in her throat before forming words. “I love you, too, Master. Oh god, I love you.”

    “Cum with me,” he said, then kissed her hard, moaning into her mouth as his orgasm ran its course, hips bucking as he filled her overflowing pussy.

    Her muscles tensed at his words, his permission all she needed to push her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she could feel the combined fluids gushing out even faster as she pulsed around him. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back, her lips pressed against his, and a moan ripping from her throat.

    He practically growled as she dug into him, his own hands going to her shoulders, pressing into the bruises there, markings he’d left earlier in the week. He kept his hips moving, not stopping until her spasms began to slow against him.

    She bucked against him, lost in her orgasm as waves of pleasure and pain washed over her. She felt completely out of control, completely in his power. She wished that feeling would never end.

    Her orgasm outlasted his, but he kept going, moving his hips and holding her down until she tired herself out, piss overflowing and soaking the sheets beneath them. 

    When she finally quieted, her fingers relaxed their grip on his back, and her eyes fluttered closed. Her legs slipped off his shoulders and rested on the bed. She pulled him close to her so her lips could touch his. 

    “So, level with me. How much of that was you pushing your luck, and how much was just wanting to piss yourself in broad daylight?” he asked a lopsided smirk on his face, totally breaking the facade he usually tried to keep up.

    She blushed a little and said, “I guess I could have stopped and asked for permission. It was really hot though.”

    Mark rolled his eyes, leaning down to kiss her softly. “You’ve got a little bit of a bad streak in you. You like to pretend you don’t, but you have fun with it sometimes.” He gave her one more squeeze before rolling off of her and the bed. “Want me to clean you up?”

    “Yes, please, Master,” she said, her blush turning into a pleasant flush down her neck as she thought of him washing her in the shower.

    He reached down, helping her up, holding her for a minute to make sure she was done with the aftershocks, then taking her hand as they walked to the shower, much more peacefully than last time. “It was hot,” he admitted.

    She leaned into him a little as they walked. She was pretty sure she could stand and walk on her own, but it was much preferable to be wrapped in his arms. “It was,” she said, smiling up at him.

    He switched on the water, waiting until it was warmed up to guide her under it, then pumped a handful of shower gel into his hand, slowly spreading it over the back of her shoulders and neck.

    She moaned softly as his hands caressed her body, but she didn’t let him do it for long before she turned and also took some shower gel in her hands. She rubbed the suds along his shoulders and chest. The two of them worked in a comfortable rhythm to wash each other. They didn’t talk at first, just stood quietly, cleaning each other, moving together. And then she pulled him close to her, their soapy bodies sliding against each other. “Thank you, Master,” she murmured against his lips just before she kissed him lightly.

    “Thank you, slut. You always take such good care of me,” he said, pressing more tightly against her and sliding his tongue past her lips.

    Her lips parted for his automatically, and she sunk into the kiss. When she pulled away, she was slightly breathless, loving the way he made her feel. “I love you, Master.”

    “I love you too, princess,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight under the warm water.

    She leaned into him, her arms around his waist, feeling his heart beating in his chest, and felt utterly at peace.

Let us know what you think in the comments. We’ll be back for TMI Tuesday next week.

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