It’s the last Saturday in March, and you know what that means! The A to Z Blog Challenge is just around the corner! We’ll be taking a month-long hiatus from Vacation so we can focus on our A to Z Blog stories. You won’t want to miss it!
“Pull your top down,” he said. “And it’s not going back on until I cum as well.” He gave her that smirk, knowing it wasn’t an entirely reasonable request, but one she’d go along with anyway.
A thrill of nerves shot through her, knowing that anyone could come along at any time. She hesitated only a moment before she pulled her top down as he’d instructed. The neckline on the shirt was deep enough that she was able to pull it beneath her breasts, where it stayed with minimal fuss. She was glad she hadn’t worn a bra. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured, but the words were carried away by the wind.
He pressed up behind her, grinding against her ass. His hard cock hot against her even through the fabric. He reached around, one hand going to roughly squeeze her breasts, the other closing lightly on her throat. “Hopefully it won’t take that long,” he whispered in her ear. “You have been teasing me all night.”
She moaned and thought about saying something about how HE was the one teasing HER, but she didn’t want to mouth off to him at all. She liked being a good girl. She reached behind her, fumbling a little as she freed his cock from the fabric. She pulled her skirt up in the back, pressing back against him, feeling his hot cock against her. Her thong was snug between her ass cheeks, though, and the vibrations from the small toy were driving her wild. She was going to orgasm any moment.
He laughed low in her ear, “Eager little whore. So addicted to my cock that you can’t wait to fuck me? I’m sure anyone else who comes up to look at the stars will appreciate the view. Or are you just such a nasty slut that you’d rather get fucked right here than somewhere with a bit of privacy?” His cock was drooling warm precum against her asscheeks.
“Master,” she moaned, trying to keep her voice low but not being particularly successful, “I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Pleeeease.” She thrust her hips back against him again, but with the thong in the way, he wasn’t slipping inside her.
He reached around, pressing on the vibe again, “But then this’ll have to come out. I thought you were enjoying it.” He slid his cock down between her thighs, the tip less than an inch from her pussy. “And I’m pretty sure it makes you cum much faster than I do. Do you really want my cock instead?”
“Why can’t I have both, Master?” she whined, desperate.
“Greedy little slut,” he said, slipping his fingers into her panties. He took hold of the vibe and slid the thong down, holding it there against her clit, while his shaft rubbed the now bare slit of her pussy.
“When it comes to you, I’m very greedy, Master,” she groaned, and she thrust her hips back against him once more. The angle was right, her pussy was dripping, and there was nothing between them as he slipped inside her. He wrapped one arm around her chest, pinching her nipple, and pressed hard on the buzzing vibrator. She felt herself crest into the orgasm, her back arching, her body straining. She wanted to scream but didn’t want to draw attention to herself, so instead, she bit her lip hard enough to draw a little blood before she stopped. She wanted Mark to put his hand over her mouth so she could scream into his palm, but then he would have to let go of her nipple or the vibrator, and she didn’t want either of those things. So she held on, her pussy clenching around his cock as she orgasmed.
He started thrusting into her, twisting her nipple hard and holding her tight. He felt powerful as she writhed in his arms, half naked on the deck of the ship. He was so deep inside her he could feel her cervix, and with how she had teased him all night and how her cunt pulsed around him now, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Take the vibrator, slut,” he growled in her ear.
She took it from him and held the small toy as it buzzed in her hand. He moved his hands to her hips so he could really fuck her, thrusting deeper and deeper inside her. She leaned forward, her hands against the railing on the side of the ship, gripping the toy for dear life, trying not to let it fall.
Mark’s orgasm wasn’t far behind, his hips grinding hard against hers as his cock throbbed. He bit down hard on her shoulder, growling and moaning, using her to mute his own sounds. She gasped, still doing her best to hold the sounds of her pleasure as his thrusts slowed and panted against her.
And then they heard something. A voice. “Hello there!” Mark froze inside of her, both of their hearts pounding in their chests.
J R Vincente 