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!”

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Real or Accident

Our collab piece this week is one we wrote together! We took turns, with Jayden writing most of the Ivy paragraphs, and Richard writing most of the Mark ones. We got a little carried away though, so you’ll get the second half next week. Let us know how you like it, and how it should end, in the comments!
CW: Wetting/Watersports


Mark was sitting on the couch, reading, when he heard the door open. He glanced at his watch. Ivy was home a little early today; he’d expected to have time to finish reading this chapter first. She must have made good time on the highway. He decided to let her wait, taking his time on the last couple of pages. She’d still be kneeling in her spot at the door when he got there. He’d trained her well.

Ivy knelt in the entryway, her heart pounding. She could almost hear the blood rushing in her body as she waited for Master. She wouldn’t move from this spot until he gave her permission, and that still enthralled her.

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