It was easy for Danielle to fall asleep. The combination of travel, humidity and sexual submission had her completely worn out, and she quickly dozed off in a cloud of white linens. Her face was caked with Russell's glory, his scent wafting through her nostrils and into her subconscious.
She dreamt of him, his perfect cock sliding up into her pussy, filling her gloriously. She fantasized about submitting to him fully, giving anything to have that experience again.
The sound of Russell's cell phone ringing slowly brought her back to her present reality, though it did not deter her from spreading her legs slightly and dipping a finger into her warm and juicy crack.
"Hello?" Russell answered. "Yeah, of course I remember. It was only a couple hours ago...No, we have no plans...Sounds like a good idea...About an hour?...Good."
Danielle heard just bits and pieces, but was able to conclude that Russell was speaking with the boys from the airport parking lot, and that she now had arrangements with them at seven o'clock.
The slow speed with which she was awakening accelerated when Russell grabbed a hold of her arm.
"Let's go, Danielle. Clean yourself up. You are entertaining tonight."
Remembering Russell's call for quicker obedience, Danielle shook off her post-nap lethargy and trotted to the bathroom. Despite the arousing effect the cum had on her, Danielle was anxious to wash it off her face. The last thing she needed was for the quartet of perverts to come over her and find her with caked up jism gracing her visage.
She looked in the mirror and was shocked at how expansive the white film had become. It had flowed down her neck, and dripped off her chin onto her left breast. Her cheeks and especially her lips were a few shades paler than the rest of her skin.
She turned on the hot water and splashed it everywhere there was cum, and was relieved by how quickly it came away from her. As she lathered her face with soap and toweled off, she saw something truly appetizing in the mirror. As if not trusting the reflected image, she turned to see it face to face. A huge, deep jacuzzi.
"Russell!" she called. "You got us a room with a jacuzzi?" She could hardly contain her excitement.
Russell came in and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him.
"Of course, Danielle. What is a vacation of sexual submission without a hot tub?"
"Do we have time to use it right now?"
"You can use if you want. I am saving myself for later."
"Please," Danielle pouted, sliding a hand between his legs, trying to grab his cock. But Russell grabbed her forearm, a look of pure disappointment in his eyes. Danielle realized that she had crossed a line, but before she could express an apology, Russell grabbed her hair at the back of her head.
"Russell, please! I'm sorry," she said as he practically lifted her off her toes and dragged her towards the toilet. He nimbly kicked the seat up and forced her down to face the empty basin.
"Stop, Russell! This is too far!" Russell, thinking that he had been to easy on her, pushed her further. He forced her head into the bowl and closed the lid onto her shoulder blades.
"I said, Danielle, that you need to be more obedient. And yet you continue to defy me." He began spanking her prone ass. "If you want my cock again, you will accept every opinion of mine as a statement of fact. You will react without thought. Comply without second guessing."
"Owwww!" Danielle shrieked as his hand continued to pummel her ass. "I understand. Please!" she begged. Her hands were flat on the floor, trying to provide enough support to prevent her face from coming in contact with the water. The tips of her hair were already wet, and she was only inches away from it getting in her mouth.
Russell stopped smacking her for a second to address her again. "I am worried you do not understand, Danielle. You keep saying you understand, and then you disobey. This is your final warning. Next misstep and I am sending you home."
"OK...I promise! No more mistakes!" Danielle cried into the echoic pot.
Russell had intended on letting their guests have their way with her before dominating her alone after they left. But the sight of her sweet ass and pussy sticking up at him was too tempting. He raised the toilet lid off her back and grabbed her hair. As he stood, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her to the sink.
Danielle was still unsure what to expect even as he bent her over the counter. Her mindset quickly went from relief at not being in the toilet anymore to great anticipation when she heard his zipper. Shortly thereafter, she heard his shorts hit the floor and felt his smooth cock at the entrance to her pussy.
"Oh, thank you, master!" she moaned like a wanton slut. He had never asked her to call him master, but it came out of her lips organically as she became more accustomed to her submission.
"Shut up, slut. This isn't for you. For the next five minutes you are nothing but a meat hole to me."
Danielle didn't care. She wanted him to like her, maybe to love her, she wasn't sure. But in this moment those desires were dwarfed by her want of his perfect cock owning her cunt.
He released her hair so that he could hold her hip with one hand and guide his cock into her with the other. It was another moment of glory for both of them. Russell was reveling in his ownership of this gorgeous little slave, and Danielle was once again at peak physical elation as he sliced into her.
Russell gripped each of her hips with is muscular hands and started pounding her hard. Danielle could tell he was escalating things quickly, and knew it was because their company would be arriving soon. She looked up into the mirror, above her head and into contorted face of her master, grinding his teeth as he bore into her. She watched his chiseled shoulders and chest twitch as he gripped her harder, pulling her back onto his dick even as he thrust forward.
"Uhhhh," he started to grunt as he got close. He returned his hand to her hair, pulling hard and straining her neck backwards. Danielle's eyes remained on the mirror, loving the effect her body was having on him. She smiled an open mouthed smile, nearing climax herself.
Pushing on the small of her back and pulling on her hair, Russell skewered her completely and spewed her insides with his cum. The sensation drove Danielle over the edge, and she came too, bucking her hips wildly against him as best she could. Russell released her hair and unceremoniously pulled out of her.
"Get in the jacuzzi and wash that out," he commanded. "I want our guests to have an unspoiled cunt to play with. And make it fast. They will be here soon."
Danielle, having just experienced the reason she came on this trip, was too happy to oblige. She started the hot water and climbed in, anxious not only to wash out her pussy but rinse the toilet water out of her hair.
When the water was high enough, she started the jets and maneuvered herself so that one of them was shooting right between her legs. She draped her calves over the side of the jacuzzi and pressed her pussy flush against the nozzle. Danielle felt the cum wash out of her, but got a little carried away and started stroking her clit. She did not know if Russell would have forbid this had he been in the room with her, but since he had returned to the bedroom she took the risk.
Unfortunately for her, she was not able to get herself off before the doorbell rang.
"Danielle, answer the door," Russell called from the other room.
Danielle thrust her head backwards in disappointment, but reacted quickly to his demand. She climbed out of the jacuzzi and wrapped herself in a towel before stepping out into the hallway.
