We’re SO close to the end of Vacation, just in time for Jayden and Richard to head off on their next vacation. If you missed the previous chapters, start back here.
“Come. Kneel here,” Mark directed, pointing to a corner of the room.
Ivy didn’t know how long she laid on the bed, whimpering softly. She could hear Mark moving around the room. She heard water come on in the bathroom and then some more movements before he climbed onto the bed with her. She curled into his arms, and he held onto her tight.
He rubbed her back and held her bottle of water up to her lips. “Hydrate. You wouldn’t want me to think you’re not turned on because you’re not wet,” he said.
Through her hazy mind, she knew that she was dripping wet, but she drank the water anyway. “I’m turned on, Sir.” She closed her eyes, but she smirked at him as she lay there.
He reached down, her legs already spread apart, as she was trained to do any time she was in bed with him. “I can tell,” he said, lightly brushing his fingertips over her cunt lips, avoiding her tender clit for the moment. “Ready for me to take my turn now?” he asked. “I don’t know if I’ll cum quite as many times as you…”
“Of course, Master.” Ivy spread her legs further apart automatically, “I’m always ready to please you, Sir.”
Mark rolled her onto her stomach on the bed, putting her in their favorite position. “Sure you’re warmed up enough? I could play with you for a while longer,” he said. He reached between her legs, slapping the back side of his fingers against her soaking wet lips.
She moaned, rolling her face down so the bed muffled her. “I’m warmed up enough, Master, but you can do whatever pleases you.”
He slapped her again as he rolled on top, spreading her legs open. “You’re just a glutton for punishment, painslut,” he growled in her ear. He spread his fingers, feeling her pussy, making sure it wasn’t too tender after the abuse by the vibrator.
Ivy whimpered into the bed again, her eyes watering a little bit. She was so sensitive, but she loved it so much. She rotated her hips, pressing against his exploring fingers.
“Enjoying yourself, slut? Want me to finger you for a bit? I wouldn’t want to be a tease…”
She groaned, so beyond making a decision. She mumbled something into the bed that was hard to hear.
Mark grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, “What was that, slut? I didn’t hear you. Tell me what you need.”
Ivy groaned, loving the pull on her scalp. “You can finger me if you want, Master, but I want your cock.”
He let out a low laugh right in her ear, teasing the head of his cock against her cunt, “No one cares what you want, slut. Tell me what you need.”
“I need your cock, Master. Pleeeease.” She sounded desperate because she was. “I need to feel you inside me, stretching me with your big cock. Master, please!”
Mark lined up and slid himself inside of her, moaning as he finally took her tight hole for himself.
Ivy groaned, her back arching as he stretched her out. “Thank you, Master, thank you,” she started saying, over and over again. She rotated her hips back against him like he’d taught her. Her neck still bent back at an almost painful angle, she was in ecstasy.
He moaned as the well-trained slut did everything she could to pleasure him, his cock reaching deeper and deeper inside her on every thrust, “Good girl,” he said. “So well trained.” He traced his free hand around her collar.
A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the weight of his hand around her throat. “Thank you, Master. I want to be good for you.”
He grabbed onto the collar, using it to pull her back on his cock harder, panting and groaning in her ear as his cock throbbed. It wouldn’t take her long to get him off. They’d been fooling around for hours.
“Yes, Master, thank you,” she rasped out, the feeling of the collar cutting into her air supply just a little making her more and more turned on. Even though she had been soaking wet before, she could feel how much wetter she was already. She squeezed her cunt tight around his cock and thrust back against him with her hip rotations. She knew it was just how he liked it, and she wanted to do her best to please him. Even though she didn’t want the sex to end, she whispered, “Please fill me with your cum, Master. I want to feel you fill me, please, Master.”
Mark moaned as his cock pulsed and throbbed. “Mmmm, and I have plenty to mark my tight little cunt with,” he said, hips bucking as he started cumming. He leaned down, biting down hard on her shoulder, marking her inside and out. Shot after shot filled her already soaking wet pussy. Finally, he slumped against her, releasing the bite and kissing across her shoulder blades and the back of her neck. “I love you, slut.”
J R Vincente 