Vacation: Part 8

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.


Come back Saturday, May 1st to find out who is calling out to Mark and Ivy!

Vacation: Part 7

We’re home from our mini-vacation, and wishing we could be somewhere as extravagant and fun as Mark and Ivy. Let’s see what they get up to this week!


Chapter 7:

Sometimes Ivy worried that post-orgasm, her arousal would wane so much that it wouldn’t be sexy anymore. She glanced around at the people in the dark theater, but no one seemed to notice. She took stock of how she was feeling. Her pussy was still clenching, the plastic of the vibrator pressing into her folds. But she was still horny. She wanted more. It was all she could do not to climb on top of Mark’s lap in the theater, but she knew better than to do that.

The rest of the show, she waited, wondering when Stephanos would turn the vibrator back on, but the last notes rang out, the curtain fell, the lights turned on, and they stood up, still clapping. She turned to look at Stephanos and found that a different bartender was behind the bar. She didn’t have long to wonder where he went when she felt a hand on the small of her back. It wasn’t Mark’s hand.

It was Stephanos. His hand pressed into her back as he leaned around her, reaching out to shake Mark’s hand. The smirks on both of their faces made Ivy raise an eyebrow.

“That was fun,” Stephanos said.

“It was,” Mark agreed. “Thanks for lending a hand.”

“Any time.”

A look passed between them that Ivy could see but didn’t understand.

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Vacation: Part 6

Hey everybody, guess what? We’re on vacation! And we’re having almost as much fun as Mark and Ivy!


Mark reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Ready for the show he asked?” with a smirk. As he did, the dancers stepped out from the wings, prompting a round of applause from the audience.”

“Yes, Sir,” Ivy whispered in his ear. Her heart was pounding with excitement that had nothing to do with the dancers or the applause.

A moment later, Mark felt her squeeze his hand as Stephanos cranked the vibrator up all the way. He was clumsy with it at first, ramping it all the way up and down while he got a feel for the app and controls.

She stifled a moan, but barely. It was so sexy. Her whole body trembled.

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Vacation: Part 5

Here we are with the next installment in Mark and Ivy’s high seas adventures. Everyone excited to meet a new character? Find all the rest here!


Once Ivy was all set with the vibrator attached to her panties pressing right up against her clit, they were ready to go out onto the ship. They had discussed some options and decided to get a drink at the piano bar. Ivy was wearing four-inch heels, and as the ship swayed, so did she. She held onto Mark’s proffered arm as they exited their room. “I can’t even see the end of this hallway,” Ivy said, squinting the length of the ship.

Mark laughed, holding onto her a little tighter. “Maybe we need to get you glasses, slut. Work on some sexy librarian kink.” He reached down, slipping a hand under her skirt and tracing along her thong to feel the wet spot in the front. “Come on, let’s go have a drink.”

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Vacation: Part 4

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Find all the parts here!


Chapter 4:

Ivy heard metal sliding on metal, and she was pretty sure she knew what the sound was. She couldn’t be sure which knife it was, but it was definitely one of the knives Mark kept to torture her with.

Mark undid the clasp at the bottom of the balisong and flipped it open, the metal jingling lightly. He sat down on the bed next to her, twirling it slowly, not touching her with it, just letting her hear the sound. “It’s a shame you have the blindfold on. I imagine this is much more exciting if you can see what I’m doing.”

Ivy shivered, anticipating the cold metal against her hot body. “Yes, Sir,” she said, but the words were barely intelligible through the gag.

Eventually, Mark flicked the blade fully open and slowly slid it up her thigh, “If I find a hair, I’m going to take a break from knife play and beat you. And I know you’ll be very disappointed by that…”

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Vacation: Part 3

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1 and Chapter 2!


Chapter 3:

Mark leaned down, putting one hand on the back of her neck and growling in her ear. “We’ve talked about this before, slut.” His voice just a hair short of sounding angry. “If you squirm too much, I can’t mark you up properly. If I miss, you won’t get the pretty bruises we both want, or I might hurt you. Do you want everyone who sees you at the pool to think your Master is careless in his beatings?”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, “No, Master,” she said, shaking her head. The words were stunted by the gag clenched between her teeth, but he understood her perfectly.

He gave her a moment to stop shivering, then started another series with the crop. Light hits, all the way from up on her shoulders and neck, down and across her sides, and over her ass and thighs. Nothing that would leave a mark, just enough to leave her teased and tingling all over.

She tried to keep her body still, but it wasn’t easy. She wanted to buck her hips, arch her back, rise to meet every slap, making them hurt more. But she tensed her muscles, trying to keep still for her Master. She wanted to be his Good Girl.

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Vacation: Part 2

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1!


He laughed a little as he crawled over her, the familiar weight of his body pressing her down. Trapped. Hot. Safe. Right where she belonged.

“I know that look, my sloppy little slut,” he said. “I remember when just having me on you was all you could handle, but I’ve spoiled you for too long. That look is, ‘What is Master going to do today?’ And lucky for you, the answer is quite a lot.” He reached over into the toy bag, grabbing a bite gag and sliding it between her lips. “Bite down,” he ordered. “Hard.” He reached behind her head, tightening the strap so she couldn’t do much to wriggle around it.

She looked up at him, trusting him to know her, to care for her. There was no way she could say anything to him now, but she trusted that he would break her down to nothing and build her back up. It was the way they had always been, and she loved it.

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Vacation: Part 1

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters.


Ivy and Mark walked up to the cruise terminal, their bags whisked away onto the ship. Ivy knew how to cut through the red tape to get them fast passed through the lines. It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to get onto the ship. It’s vast and ornate; every little detail is taken care of. Glasses of wine were handed to them as soon as they got onto the ship, and while most of the rooms were blocked off, Mark and Ivy’s was ready for them. 

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