3 comments/ 14652 views/ 7 favorites An Unforgettable Trip By: Lady_S But for Rodden this story would never have been possible deeply indebted. ***** Roden twisted his head slowly and rubbed the back of his neck. The damned bus seats were about as uncomfortable as they could be. He would have sworn to anyone who asked that he would have been more comfortable sleeping in a cardboard box. The business that needed his help had offered a bonus of $1500 cash upon arrival if he could be there within twenty-four hours and the flights he could have taken were booked solid. Roden knew the buses would be packed on a holiday weekend, but he was eager to earn the bonus and so comprised on comforts. Roden was reading a book but listened absently to two women talking while they waited for the bus. They had their backs to Roden, and he really wasn't paying attention. One said something about having gone to visit her parents for a few days and was heading back to her husband. He stood and stretched. His reflection on the glass panels of the terminal building was a bit disappointing. His sandy brown hair was a tangled mess, though it made him look like he was one of the male characters in twilight. He was even scruffy from having arrived at the bus terminal a mere forty-five minutes after receiving the phone call. At six foot two, he was trim and fit, and his shirt showed it. He turned away from his reflection and looked at the two women whose voice he had been overhearing. One had a small child with her. The other was quite pretty and appeared to be traveling alone. The bus that was their connection arrived. Roden had his laptop open and quickly packed it up before he could board the bus. As he boarded the bus Roden shook his head when his head popped up above the seats. It was wall to wall and didn't look like much fun at all. He worked his way down the aisle, passed the woman who had been waiting with the child, and found an empty seat... beside the second woman who had been in the conversation. She was seated at the window, looking out at the sun that was just dipping behind the hills to the west. Rodden asked if it would be okay for him to sit beside her. She pursed her lips, her eyes flashing over his body, but she gave one quick nod to indicate her consent. Having nodded her consent, the woman turned to look out of the window again wanting to speak to someone on her mobile. Having pressed the keys, she held it to her ears and waited. "Hi, this is Sarah," she spoke in a soft voice, "would it be possible to reschedule my appointment and fix it next week? I am afraid I can't make it this evening...yes, yes...Tuesday evening? Oh, that would be just fine. Thanks honey." The bus was already on its way. As she looked out aimlessly at the receding trees of the countryside, she recollected her discussions with her psychologist in the last two sittings that she had had. It had been a great effort on her part to even agree to meet Dr. Anderson, suggested as it was by Matt, her husband. They were married for almost four years now and yet, there was a greater vacuum in her mind and body than she could have imagined when she was younger. She did discuss this with a few close friends, Sally particularly, but was always inhibited in broaching this embarrassing subject to her husband. Frankly, this related to her physical need which, admittedly, was perceptibly higher than many women. There were so many areas in their sexual life that she would have liked to experiment with but for the lack of imagination and drive from her husband. Matt could understand that something seemed to be wanting but was too much of an inactive novice to take corrective action other than suggesting professional help. Sarah wondered if there was some deficiency in her, something that somehow dampened Matt in exhibiting his sexual prowess. She failed to find any major flaw in her physical being which was hampering their life. She was quite young at twenty seven and she almost had an hour-glass figure at 34 28 36 on a five feet five inch frame. With auburn hair up to her shoulders, mysterious gray eyes and a devastating smile, she drew attention wherever she went. It was impossible for others, however, to know what lay hidden and undisclosed in the mind that guided that body. Her thoughts suddenly transported to the passenger on the adjacent seat. She stole cursory glances at him now and then, always pretending that it was somewhere else that her attention was riveted rather than him. However, her actions made her draw the following conclusions - he was tall, middle aged, trim without a doubt as the clinging shirt revealed, unkempt hair probably due to extended hours of travel and handsome despite his age. Almost a clone of George Clooney, she asked herself? She laughed inwardly at the flight of imagination as her wings of fantasy were taking her. The man was reading a book, the title of which she couldn't make out as it rested on his lap. Sarah wondered if she should also take out the book in her bag, 'Fifty Shades of Grey' which she had leafed through in the earlier lap of her journey. After a while she took out the book, searched for the page she had come up to, and was soon engrossed in the contents. Sarah's attention was broken when she heard the man beside her exclaim, "Excuse me". She looked up from her book at the man beside her. He seemed to have a twinkle in his eyes and a grin at the corner of his mouth. "Yes?" Sarah asked enquiringly. "Roden," the man said extending his hand. Her eyebrows flashed with curiosity but as they shook their hands they smiled. "Are you reading what I think you're reading?" Roden asked. Her eyes demured and she blushed. "I thought so. I'm curious about it. Can we swap?" She nodded hesitatingly and bit her lip. Roden handed over the book he was reading and heard a gasp escape her lips as she looked at the book title. 'Opening Lines That Drop Her Panties'. "Come on, Sarah. You're not a prude or you wouldn't be reading this," she heard Roden say. Her jaw clenched. "How do you know my name?" she asked with her jaw clenched. "You said it on the phone," Roden replied, his face revealing a mischievous smile. He began to read the book that Sarah had handed over and much to his surprise, so did she. He'd heard about the 'Fifty Shades Phenomenon'. To him it proved what he had believed about women for a long, long time—many of them wanted a man in their lives who would sometimes demand, and take, what he wanted. "This is pretty racy stuff. You, uh. Do you have desires that way? Do you like to be controlled? He looked down into her eyes. They were so brown they seemed black to him. Her makeup was heavy, but well done. Her auburn hair framed her face perfectly but made her look not unlike a little trapped animal. Somehow, he got the impression she didn't feel trapped by him; she felt trapped by herself. He lowered his voice and leaned in. "Tell me. Something's lacking isn't it?" She was gorgeous, full-figured, and almost impossibly curvy. He turned in his seat so that his back blocked her body from the other passengers. He placed his hand on her skirt and squeezed her thigh softly. Sarah was astounded at this open display of physical proximity. She thought it unthinkable that a stranger's hand would be placed on her thigh, even in a gesture of friendship. Blushing profusely, her first reaction was one of purposeful resistance as she put a hand on Roden's, to prevent further advancement of the male hand. Then she looked across the aisle to see if anyone had been glancing at her direction. Satisfied and relieved that she and her co-passenger were unnoticed and ignored, she whispered ever so softly, "Please, I would rather if you didn't." Continuing to blush, she looked down at the hem of her skirt, ensuring that her thighs were as covered as any prudish woman's would. And yet, her eyes were keen to watch that strong hand resting on her thigh that remained unconcerned at her appeal for withdrawal. Partly hidden by her resisting hand on top, it still appeared big to Sarah. A hand, she felt, that could easily grip and cover her face or other areas if the man so wanted. Sarah flipped through the pages of the book the man had handed over and, through the bits and pieces of what she read, she was now in a grip of arousing sensuality with that hand presenting greater intent and purpose. It would be difficult for her to keep Roden's hand at bay for long and she knew, quite soon, it would just be one of inevitable surrender. Night had descended and there was darkness outside the windows of the bus which sped along the highway. The journey was a long one and the bus was not scheduled to reach its destination before next morning. Sarah wondered what lay for her through the night but, in her mind, she was awakening to the moment of truth. She could helplessly feel her hand involuntarily slackening its grip on the man's hand as if she sought to give him greater mobility of purpose. Desperately, she tried resistance - if only she could release her thigh she could regain her sense of morality and prudence. If only! It was getting cooler inside and her dress wasn't very reassuring to her for the long night. She thought of asking for a blanket if they could provide one but couldn't see the attendant with the high back seats obstructing her view. "It's getting chilly inside. Do they provide some sort of a blanket to the passengers?" she asked Roden, having overcome her shyness and inhibition. "No, no," Roden laughed. "This is a bus, not an airline. If you're not prepared with your own, you're going to freeze . . . unless you happen to be lucky enough to sit with someone who came prepared and is willing to share." He'd noticed the reduced pressure on his hand and slid it down toward the hem onto bare flesh. She stiffened noticeably but did nothing to stop him. He pushed up underneath until his hand was between her thighs and smiled into her eyes. "How cold are you anyway?" Sarah ignored the question. Her lips drew into a thin line. Roden turned on the overhead lamp and stared shamelessly at her breasts. Her nipples stood rigid against the fabric. He turned the lamp off, pulled his pack out from beneath his seat, and unzipped the largest compartment. A thick, fleece blanket puffed out as it was pulled from its restraints. "Want to share?" Her upper lip was pulled into her mouth by her teeth, but she nodded. She reached for the blanket as he moved it toward her, but he shook his head. He reached across her chest and tucked the blanket under her shoulder, reached around with his other arm and pulled it in place. His forearm brushed her nipples as he repositioned the blanket several times—times that weren't necessary. The hand across her chest fell back to her thigh, but the arm around her shoulder remained where it was. Roden pulled her closer and put his lips near her ear. "You really should be more prepared, Sarah. There are some real creeps who ride the bus. You're lucky you found me." He smiled as her lips separated as he spoke the words. He knew the affect of the almost animal growl he had learned so many years ago. She was lost. If she was interested, she would already be wet. Beneath the blanket her hand came to meet his. Maybe she wanted to stop him. Maybe she wanted to hold it. He didn't care. He pulled her hand with his, firmly took her wrist in his grip, placed her hand between his legs, and pressed her palm against his erection. With her hand in his grip and little possibility of pulling it away, Sarah reluctantly placed the palm of her hand on the hardness. Even over the jeans and his briefs, she realised that when she did hold the naked organ in her bare hands it would be much beyond the length of her full hand. "I must tell you I am married," she said, as if marriage prevented indulgence beyond it, "shouldn't we behave ourselves?" Again, her prudish nature was trying to hopelessly wave away all thoughts of her onrushing sexuality. Even as she said these words, the pressure on her hand to remain on the man's hardness persisted and she knew that the man was looking at her with glee at her imminent surrender. Left with no alternative, she surrendered and, whereas she had earlier merely placed the palm over the bulging front, she was slowly enclosing her hand. Soon, the shape, size, strength and urgency of the male organ was clearly discernable to Sarah and she knew that, given an indication, she would be prepared to delve further into the recesses of whatever Roden was wearing. Pre-empting a response that Sarah wanted, she asked casually, "Would you allow me to remove my hand or do you insist that I proceed with what you actually want?" Roden didn't answer immediately. Sarah watched him as he utilised his silence in taking the utmost care in covering every part of her so that she wouldn't feel cold for the remainder of the journey. He had already folded the arm-rest dividing the seats between the two of them so that the seats merged to bring greater nearness and comfort. The curtain on the window was drawn fully so that the outside world, already engulfed in darkness, was further distanced. He took out his bag from underneath his seat, unzipped the chain, took out his medicine which he gulped and returned the bag to its place. Sarah looked on admiringly before she said, "You really know how to impress a woman. But, more than that, you do appear to be caring - first the blanket and now the extended seat. I hate spending the night with a straight horizontal back. It would just be minutes before you find me sliding to take a more comfortable position. Don't blame me if I do." Sarah wanted to leaf through her bag, for she had to take her nightly pill. Yet she hesitated, as she felt that it would be impossible for her to prevent revealing the battery operated 'toy' inside, which she always carried with her. She had purposefully brought the bigger one on this trip and now, she wondered, if this would be a source of further embarrassment. He'd noticed Sarah's eyes follow him as he took the tablet and swallowed it. "Don't worry, I'm clean. No disease, so no worries, Sarah. I... hadn't thought. Do you take something in the evening?" She nodded. Roden took her purse of the floor and lifted it, turned on the overhead light, and unzipped the bag. "What am I looking for, pill bottle?" He pulled the purse open and smiled. He leaned into her and whispered. "You know, there's one line in that booklet on getting a girl to remove her panties that I didn't see. Sarah. I want you to get up and go into the bathroom. When you come back, make sure you're not wearing your bra or panties. It doesn't matter to me that you're married." She began to move, but he leaned in quickly and pressed her back against the seat. He gave her throat a serious of wet, sucking kisses as his hand squeezed her breast. He released her. She took a pill bottle from her purse, squeezed past him, and moved to the back of the bus. Roden opened her purse and placed the vibrator beneath his thigh. He suddenly had an idea and went to the front of the bus, knelt beside the driver, and slipped him a hundred. He returned to his seat. This was going to be fun. He turned out the overhead light and got himself organize. He placed a small pillow against the wall of the bus in Sarah's seat. A light came on in the purse and a tone chimed out. He pulled out the cell phone. The display said 'Matt'. He flipped it open. "Hello?" "Sorry, wrong number." "May be not. Who are you looking for?" "My wife, Sarah." "Nice looking girl? Auburn hair? Sexy as hell?" "Who the fuck is this!" "I'm the guy across the aisle from her. I heard the phone and thought maybe she'd want it answered. I—" Sarah snatched the phone from his hand. "What are you doing?" she demanded. Roden's eyes hardened. "Making sure you didn't miss the call from Matt," he said. Her jaw dropped and her eyes rolled in disbelief. She slipped past him. "Hi, Matt. No... No. Come on, Matt... I'm on a bus!" The conversation continued, but Roden ignored it. He chuckled. He put his hand on her knee and she slapped at it. He dug his fingers and thumb into her just above her knee. She gasped and turned to glare but saw his jaw was set and his eyes were hard. She released his hand. Roden lifted her legs and spun her sideways, pulled her shoulders forward and positioned the pillow properly, and draped her legs across his thighs. He slid his hand between her thighs, hiding the vibrator. She jumped and nearly dropped her phone when he switched it on against her thigh. Sarah's face was flushed crimson at this latest development. Her apprehension that Roden would probably find the 'toy' snugly hiding in her bag was one thing; it was quite another that it would now be out and, in the hands of the beholder, at a very advanced stage of its functional ability. True that she had, almost willingly, complied with his stern command in parting with her bra and panties but this man was holding a trump card to overrun her defensive modesty. She had had hardly anytime to place her lingerie in her bag, remaining gripped in her hand as they were, while she was abjected to the touches of a toy she had, till now, always played with herself. A funny way of learning to share your toys, she thought! It was a game Sarah had never played. Her knowledge of this game stemmed from whatever she had read or, may be, heard. Yet, she couldn't deny that this was a game she had always longed to play. But Matt had never thought of it, an intending tennis player without a racket. She looked at Roden - every effort was being made to make the players enjoy the game. She positioned herself as comfortably as she wanted, allowing the pillow to give her the proper cushion. The warm blanket had protectively covered her and Roden's midriff, leaving only his chest and face visible to her. Her legs were already on Roden's thighs, unseen by anyone who might care to glance in their direction. And then, she opened her thighs to this man. Her lips were parted and her eyes expressed the wants of a very passionate woman. She looked at him, a breath escaping her pouting mouth, as she very softly uttered, "Oh please! Please," even as she caught the hand that held the 'toy'. Running her hand along the toy and the strong arm that was holding it, Sarah sought immediate sensual relief. She pulled the man's hand, and the toy, seeking entry into her inner self. She played with it on her slit for a while and then, with purpose, she guided it in. Roden smiled as the vibrator slid into the woman's pussy. He worked the vibrator slowly into her first two inches. Beyond that, there was little feeling. He knew the G-spot would bring her arousal up quickly, and that she'd be begging before this was over. He moved the vibe slowly as his free hand slid up her thigh, over her hip and up under her shirt. He squeezed the firm round breast and flicked a finger at her nipple. Her breath was coming in gasps and he could feel her tight tummy heaving. Her lips were parted and her eyes were half closed and glazed with lust. The bus pulled into the station. The bus driver stood up before he bellowed, "Everyone off. You can leave your things on the seats. We need to clean the bus. It won't take more than twenty minutes." Sarah's eyes were plain stiff. Roden smiled as he lifted the blanket and caught a quick blast of warm air scented with her pussy. "Come on, Sarah. It won't take long." He let her out into the cool evening air and wrapped the blanket around the two of them as they sat on a concrete barrier together waiting for the bus to be ready. His hands wandered over her body beneath the blanket as her head rested on his shoulder. He saw the woman Sarah had been talking to at the previous bus station and gave her a lustful sneer. The woman turned and hustled her child away. An Unforgettable Trip Roden loved this game. He rubbed her pussy until her mewling became incessant then stopped. Each time, pleading eyes begged him to finish her. "Okay folks, we're ready to board," the driver called. Roden and Sarah were the last on board. The driver walked down the aisle, twice, counting heads. "Sorry folks. One too many. Can you get your tickets out please?" Roden could see Sarah needed relief. She was dying. She rubbed her thighs together. Roden smiled knowing that her pussy would be gushing by now from what he had done to her. He pulled out his ticket and waited. Sarah dug through her bag. "It's gone." "What's gone, Sarah." "My ticket. It was right here in this pocket. I... Shit! My wallets gone!" "Ticket miss?" "I... I had it. It's gone." "Sorry, Miss. You'll have to leave the bus." "My wallet's gone too!" "Miss. You have to get off the bus." She looked at Roden. "What am I going to do? I don't have money or my ticket." Roden sighed, putting on a big show. "Well. There's a motel across the road. I guess I'll have to help you out." Her eyes flew wide, but her breasts began to heave and her eyes got the lustful stare again. They left the bus together. Sarah didn't see the wink Roden gave the bus driver. It would be worth losing the $100 advance. As they left the bus with the little luggage that they had, Sarah felt humiliated in having to get off in the manner that she had. She felt all eyes in the bus were on her, each wondering why she was travelling ticketless when she was travelling alone. How could she have lost her wallet and ticket and when? Did it occur in this leg of the trip or the immediately preceding one? These thoughts wouldn't leave her even though she was already looking forward for her overnight stay in a motel. They heard the bus revving up and then speeding away, as if desperate to leave the mischievous couple to indulge in their naughty behaviour. Sarah could see the woman with the child looking at her out of the window, almost in mock admonishment. Across the road and a little beyond the spot where they embarked, Sarah could see the motel, its name boldly emblazoned in the on-off flashing neon lights. The motel remained partly hidden behind trees and bushes but when Sarah and Roden walked into the open space leading into it, they were pleasantly surprised at its ambience. "Should be nice and comfortable Sarah, for a night," murmured Roden, his hands still behind Sarah's blanket covered shoulder. "But what do I tell Matt?" she wondered, now that the bus had left and with no chance of reaching home the next morning. She was certain that she would have a lot of answering to do when she did meet him next and that very thought resulted in her arising desires to ebb. "You can tell him that you lost your wallet and ticket, it's the truth isn't it?" said Roden, and then continued, "at worse, he will tell you that you were careless. You can also tell him that luckily you found a good Samaritan." Sarah didn't quite enjoy the light banter and just trudged along to the reception at the motel behind Roden, lost in thought. The woman at the reception helped them with the formalities, trying to sound as hospitable as possible even at that late night. Roden had booked a single room, for both of them, not even seeking Sarah's concurrence to this arrangement and making no pretensions of his intent. He knew that Sarah had already shown sparks of her horny self and even though, due to the break, it had somewhat receded, it wouldn't take much time to get her into a frenzy. They were ushered into a room which melted Sarah's worries almost immediately. It was nice and cosy, the windows draped in colourful curtains, had two big beds with bright blankets kept on top, the light from the lamp shade mellowed, a comfortable looking toilet and bath tub with nicely draped towels and, very appropriately, located at the end of the building to give the best privacy one could ask for. Left to themselves now that the host had left after showing them their room, Roden went and shut the door. Sarah had quietly sat on the edge of the bed and he walked up to her. He fidgeted through her bag before Sarah took it from him. "Is this what you want?" she asked, holding the toy in her hand. Roden tossed the toy onto the bed, took Sarah roughly into his arms, and stared down into her eyes. "I've got something better than the toy, Sarah, but you'll have to earn it. I want you to undress me. Sarah unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. Roden pulled her hand away from the top and shook his head. "Not you. Not yet. I don't want to be distracted by your body just yet. I want to concentrate on your face as you take off my clothes." "But I want _____" "Doesn't matter what you want. You're doing what I tell you. No more. No less. Now undress me." Roden watched her eyes as her head shook slightly. Her fingers trembled as she unfastened the buttons on his Calvin Klein shirt and tugged the shirttail from his pants. Her breath caught in her throat as he shrugged out of the shirt and tossed it beside her toy. He liked the way her fingers traced over his body, following the ridges, playing with the soft dusting of hair over his chest and tummy. Her eyes were half-slits of desire. Her eyes wer half-slits of desire. "Belt, and pants," he directed, as he kicked off his shoes and socks. She fell to her knees and ran a hand up his thigh. She hesitated and looked into his eyes. The hand rose higher. As she approached the fork, Roden shook his head firmly. She left the thigh and unfastened his belt, unbuttoned the top of the gray jeans, and unzipped his fly. She tugged off the jeans and came face to face with the bulge in his grey spandex boxer-briefs. Her eyes widened in shock. He noticed the reticence in her motions as she reached up to cup his sack through the material. Roden closed his eyes at the sensation of her hand squeezing him. The other hand slid over his erection, rose to his tummy, and traced the line of his abdomen toward his center. Her fingertips pulled at the elastic waist, but he caught her hand and stopped her. "Not yet," he said firmly. "You know, Sarah. There's something about you. Something seems to be pent up inside you ready to break free. I have this sense your needs have never been met, and that you are dissatisfied with what you have at home." He stepped away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. "I want you to strip for me, and tell me your deepest, darkest desires. Then I want you to go to the shower and wait for me. Leave the door open." Roden saw the last vestiges of hesitation in her eyes. She looked at the door and glanced over at her purse. He knew what she was thinking. She still had her phone. Hubby could pay by credit card for a room. She jumped when Roden growled at her in 'that stern voice'. "Fucking now Sarah ____." Having mostly resorted to artificial pleasures provided by her various toys for a greater part of her young married life, Sarah was initially filled with a foreboding when her long trusted companion was flung away contemptuously on the bed. Till now, the toy had always obediently served her, proceeding inside only as much as she wanted and exerting that much pressure as she required and commanded. She had little means of knowing, till then, the strength, size and capabilities of a live organ other than that of Matt which, to her mind, was never something to be afraid of or be satisfied with. Her fear couldn't last long, she didn't have that luxury that a woman enjoys, not with the manner in which Roden had raised his voice a notch to extract her obedience. Sarah watched herself following all that this stranger wanted. She had unbuttoned his shirt, unfastened his belt, tugged off the jeans, cupped the sack and was on the verge of tugging the brief down when she was awakened to a prohibitive command preventing her from proceeding further. On the other hand, this man had now demanded that she strip herself naked...in both dress and desire, and then proceed to the shower. Sarah had a last desperate rethink - yes, she could yet stall this man's advance and return to the world of marriage fidelity. All she had to do was give a tinkle to Matt from her cell phone, arrange for payment of her bill and return home and tell Roden that his services were no longer required. But, at that instant, the sharp bark from Roden was enough to stop her from her tracks and gave up on the idea of calling her husband. Without further fuss, Sarah decided that her body was already in the throes of an inner want and her mind would have little power to override that urge. She glanced once at Roden, her eyes slowly revealing her yearning at the moment, before she uncovered herself from the blanket which he had given her on the bus. She quietly dropped it on the bed where she now sat and, then, raised her leg to take off the scallop lacetop thigh high that she was wearing before she would proceed with further discards. The immediate response from Roden was a stern and sharp, "NOOOO!. NOT in that sequence." Sarah looked at Roden in askance, " Uh?" "I am afraid you'll have to begin with that dress of yours, no matter how alluring that may be," said Roden in reply. Sarah looked at her lavender colored dress, a simple one, sleeveless and with the hem extending up to her knees. The fabric, of fine cotton, was soft but had elegance and class. The contours of her bra and panties which she had the courage to wear again before being asked to get off from the bus, was nonetheless somewhat discernible. She looked coyly at Roden as she took her hands behind her back and unzipped the chain at the back of her dress. Then, with her hands on her shoulders, she slid the dress off entirely to let it fall on the floor. It was apparent to Roden that even with the parting of the formal dress that Sarah wore, she remained covered in a sheer chemise, slightly bordered with laces. Below that again, she was obviously wearing a bra, panties, garter belt - all of which were made more appealing with exciting laces. The woman had a taste no doubt and this was perhaps an outlet which revealed her inner erotic sensuality. At this stage Sarah glanced at Roden, as if in askance, which was rather silly of her when he was quite specific in what he wanted. May be she was exploring his patience, or even teasing him, knowing very well that he was in a deep stage of lust for her. "Don't test my patience Sarah or you'll regret having ever met me," coldness swept from his voice. She now feared that if she continued with this little game it was quite likely that she would be faced with a dilemma of a torn and tattered chemise, and with every possibility of the rest of the lingerie being ripped of her delicate body. Sarah decided on discretion and, without further ado, nimbly let the chemise part company. Now, with a deliberate swing, she raised each leg, one at a time, on to the bed and unhooked the straps that held up her stockings to finally unroll them out to free her naked legs. Free of her stockings, the straps from her garter dangled down loosely. She knew that Roden was now tearing and searching every bit of her nakedness with those eyes, wanting more of it to be exhibited by her and, yet, waited for the strip tease show to be completed. She waited a little before she went about to the next act, as she unhooked her bra and released her full breasts from the cover they enjoyed till now. Throwing the bra on to bed, she proceeded with the anticipated parting of her panties. She was embarrassed however to observe that thin traces of wetness were beginning to leave a fine imprint of leaking desire. Stepping out from her panties, she picked it up and then, in one swift action, threw it straight at Roden's face before she ran into the toilet, her modesty having overtaken her desire in the last instant. Remaining unsaid were all the deepest and dark desires that lay embedded in her mind and which Roden had required her to express. If anything, it would now be left to Roden to initiate the next stage of the act, which was waiting to unfold during the long night that lay ahead. Roden watched her tight little ass wiggle as she ran to the washroom. She hadn't turned around, or she would have seen his set jaw and angry eyes. He picked up the panties and pressed them to his face. A soft growl escaped his lips as he caught her scent. He fished out her phone and checked her calls. He came to the last call that said Matt and opened the contact information. His lips curved into a smile. He suddenly liked this game. The door to the washroom at least had been left open as he had requested. Roden dropped his shorts, retrieved her toy from the bed, stepped through the door, and swept the shower curtain aside. Sarah jumped and placed a hand over her pussy and her arm over her breasts. Roden glared into her eyes. "This isn't a game, Sarah," he said quietly, though the tone had tenderness to it. He pointed her toy at her. "This is all you've been getting for a while, isn't it?" He nodded as he saw her eyes flash from the question and stepped into the shower with her. Sarah's lips pursed together as she checked out his cock and heavy, hanging balls. He moved the toy down so it was beside his cock. The toy was far smaller. "It's time to choose, Sarah. One or the other—not both." Roden watched as the beautiful woman's eyes flicked between the toy and his cock. He was shocked when she reached out and took the toy from him, but smiled when she tossed it casually into the trash. "Good choice because you were getting this tonight either way." Sarah gasped as one hand closed on her jaw and the other pulled her hand away from her mound. He pressed her ass back against the wall of the shower by pushing between her legs. A thick finger slid into her pussy and worked her G-spot as he looked down into her face. He brushed his lips against hers and bit her lower lip until she cried out. "Tell me one of your desires or you'll get a spanking like you've never had before. Look into my eyes while you tell me so I can tell if you're lying." Sarah was already in deep ecstasy with the probing finger of Roden deep inside her pussy, circling within the moist interior and then, suddenly, pressing and pushing the outer walls to heighten her pleasure cells. Her eyes involuntarily closed in an unexplained joy which, till now, she had never experienced. She thought of her toys, of how these she had kept and used, how they couldn't give a fraction of the joy that she was now bathed in. She ached and smiled and moaned with the rough and thick finger increasing the speed of its rotation. Suddenly, Sarah was shaking perceptibly ... if this was the level of pleasure at just this man's finger within her womanhood what great pleasure lay awaiting when the man's naked and hardened cock would take over? She moaned at the thought, murmuring words that had lost cohesion. Sarah's moaning only added to Roden's lust for the woman he was holding. He brought his ears nearer and could hardly fathom the words that escaped Sarah's lips. At last, he could make some sense of what she was saying when he heard her crying, "Ohhh...how long I have waited for this...ohh please...more ...more...uuuummm...mmmmmmm." An endless repetition of soft moaning sounds reverberated inside the small cubicle as Roden kept pushing her ass against the wall and at the same time played with her clit. "Oh yes, you'll get more..I promise you that girl...but first, you'll have to tell me your desires...the darkest ones...anyone will do for now," Roden said very sternly. Sarah opened her eyes to look at him before she looked down as if by an uncontrolled compulsion to behold that which she now sought and longed for. From his face to his neck, to the strands of curly hair on his massive chest, to his navel and flat waist and then further below. She could hardly believe what she beheld ...her first view was enough to whet her appetite for more. The length, the girth, the hardness, the deep veins, the crown, the mouth and, just underneath that edifice, a pair of majestic balls which Sarah knew had the power to impregnate a hundred women many times over. The urge to hold the cock was immense with other urges that went with it. "Oh! But it's so majestic...so wonderfully manly. Just see how it throbs," cried Sarah and extending her hand towards it. " Don't touch! Not now, NO," shouted Roden hoarsely, "remember Sarah, you have a part to fulfil before that heaven opens for you! Your desires...out with it. Or we leave the motel immediately." Realising that this was a serious ultimatum, Sarah withdrew her advancing hand. She knew that it was too late for her to withdraw without fulfilling her deeply rooted urges from being satisfied. She accepted the reality of the choice that was given to her. She would have to tell her fantasies...her darkest desires, no matter that these could be taboo or unthinkable for a dignified, sophisticated, married lady. She decided that she would hide most of these and just tell one or two, because the man's words still rung in her ears, "Tell me one of your desires..." Sarah hesitated, wondering which of her fantasies she should confess, before she had the nerve to blurt out, "I have this recurring fantasy as a wife, who longs for and has innumerable opportunities to indulge in sex. In this, I have a master who dominates me and uses me in a way that, ultimately, fulfils what I long for as would a nymphomaniac." So saying, Sarah quickly covered her eyes, for she was unable to look into the man's eyes at that moment. Roden caught her jaw and forced her to look up into his eyes. "I'm glad I found you, Sarah. You don't know the fullest extent of our meeting, but you will by the time we reach your destination. This was destined. You need a master who will use you, and I like what you have to offer." His eyes drifted over her body. He wanted to eat her pussy, but at this particular moment that would send the wrong message. He pushed on her shoulders until she was kneeling on the bottom of the shower. She reached for his cock, but he slapped her face—not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make her stop and her eyes fly wide. Roden waited until her eyes met his, and then slid the tip of her cock softly across her lip. Sarah's tongue flicked out of her mouth at his cock, but he denied her more. He could hear her moan over the hiss of the shower head. He lifted his cock high and stepped forward offering her his balls. His head fell back as she sucked them in. The soft, wet sensation from her lips and tongue was sheer luxury. "Hand," he said as he reached out to her. She raised her hand in obedience and he moved it to his throbbing cock. "Stroke it." She pulled at him roughly. "Did no one teach you anything girl? That's too rough." He changed the settings on the water so the water simply drained from the faucet rather than through the shower head. He gave her the bar of soap. "Lather up. Wash my cock and balls. Nice and easy. Use the soap as a lube." He backed up and leaned against the shower wall. She did as he had asked and raised her eyes to look at his face. She smiled when she saw him struggling to keep his eyes open. "Is this okay?" She was surprised as Roden slapped her again. "I'll tell you if you're getting it wrong. No talking." He saw the concern in her eyes and touched the cheek he had just slapped gently. Her eyes closed and she pressed her cheek against his hand. "You're doing fine, Sarah. Roll the balls and along with the stroking, just press my cock against my body and slide the palm of your hand up and down over me. Play with the little fibre of skin that's stretched between the head of my cock and the shaft." An Unforgettable Trip He saw the curiosity in her eyes. "Here," he said. He touched himself at the join of his knob and shaft indicating the frenulum. "Massage here gently, or suck it." She pushed his cock a little to one side as she tilted her head. Her lips nibbled softly at the little thread of flesh. She moaned. Minutes passed until he felt she had become distracted. Roden looked down and saw the hand between her legs. "Sarah. No playing with yourself. Never. Do you understand? You don't come unless I tell you. If you're alone and you want to come, you will phone me and ask my permission. If we're together, I will tell you that you must wait if that's what I want. If I haven't told you to wait, you can have as many orgasms with me as you want at your discretion." Her eyes flashed. He knew what she was thinking. He was talking as if this would be a long term relationship. "Trust me. This will not be our only time together." She nodded and began working his cock again. Roden could feel his desire rise as she went back to the frenulum. He was going to come soon. "Stay down. Back up against the wall." Sarah did as he asked. He pushed his cock into her mouth, found the entrance to her throat and penetrated her. Her eyes were wide in surprise, watering from the angry cock in her throat. He was gentle since he hadn't given her time to adjust, stroking several times, then letting her take a breath, then stroking again. Roden felt his balls contract and his dick swell as his cum shot deep into Sarah's throat. He held the back of her head until he was empty, and then slid out. Sarah took in a deep gasp of air and steadied herself against the wall. Roden turned on the shower head and rinsed himself, turned off the water and handed her a towel. "Dry me." She did as he asked and he gave his consent for her to dry herself. He led her to the bed, turned it down and lifted her into his arms. He laid her gently on the bed and then lay down beside her. She trembled as his fingers ran over her body. He kissed her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth as a hand massaged firmly between her legs. Her tummy and breasts were heaving when he suddenly stopped. He smiled as he watched her body tremble. "Part of being dominated, Sarah, is being denied. I need a few hours sleep now, so I'm going to roll over and do that. Don't touch yourself. Don't you dare bring yourself off, and if you try and leave the bed so you can get your toy, I'll know it and you'll be in real trouble. On the other hand, if you let me sleep, you can wake me in three hours if you wish, I'll do whatever you ask me to do." His eyes grew stern. "Don't misunderstand me. You will in no way dominate me. If I feel you're trying to do that, you will immediately be punished. Do you understand me?" Her body was nearly writhing in the bed beside him, but she nodded. Roden squeezed her clit inside her vulva, bit her stiff nipple, and rolled over and went to sleep. Sarah's quiet acceptance with the nod of her head did not, in any way, reveal the churning within her, the intensity of her want or the acuteness of her need. She needed desperate relief and the last touches of Roden before he turned over only heightened it alarmingly. She stared at Roden's back, wanting to dig her manicured nails as deeply as she could - in an expression of passion or a fit of anger and frustation, she didn't know. "Master! Master," she murmured, ever so softly, afraid that even this could awaken him and invite his wrath. She realised that her utterance was not to awaken her master but the cooing of her reproductive organ for her mate in heat. Unable to get a response, Sarah became desperate for some relief. Coming as near to Roden as she could, she looked at her naked body. Her breasts, she felt, was the perfect shape that a woman would want. Her attention riveted on the aureole and the crowning nipples and she felt an uncontrolled urge to touch them herself. Her hands overcame her hesitation and guided themselves upwards towards her breasts, which she fondled merrily and then, after a while, her fingers rested on her nipples. The feeling was exhilarating and she pressed and squeezed what was her very own. No one, no one she thought to herself, could prevent her from touching her own possessions. "Mmmmmm...ummmm," her moaning leaked from her mouth, as she increased the pressure with her fingers, thinking all the while about what her master would offer if she asked after the three hours which seemed endless. Soon, a hand from her breast sneaked down, only to be entrapped between the thighs. Her other hand continued to play with the breasts. In this posture, Sarah pleasured herself, unabashedly. Sarah kept looking at her cell phone, not for the purpose of viewing incoming calls but rather to check on the time that had elapsed since Roden had turned over. In between, at one point, she had almost grazed Roden's back with her nipples but, in the end, withdrew herself. At last, the moment had come. Three hours had gone and she was now well and truly eligible to awaken him from his slumber. She bent over Roden's body, allowing her nipples to touch ever so softly on his shoulder, as she whispered into his ears the cry of a woman possesed. "Master, I have waited three hours for this moment. Please, oh please, wake up now...I can't hold myself longer," Sarah implored, even as she softly shook Roden by his shoulder. She really could wait no longer. Surely, the master would realise. "Well now. Someone's learning, though I could have used a little more rest. But then the bus doesn't leave until tonight, so there is lots of time to rest later." Roden got out of the bed, opened the curtain, and turned on a light. Sarah pulled the blankets up to cover herself. He tore the covers away and threw her on her tummy. "Such a beautiful ass." She was perfectly curved. He raised his hand and brought it down hard. The smack resounded in the room. "Don't you ever cover yourself unless I tell you. Ever!" He raised his hand again and smacked her again. She whimpered under the stroke. "Up! On your knees." Sarah obeyed quickly. Roden put his hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy. She spread her legs farther, and he slid his thumb from behind her opening, through the labia, and pressed roughly on her clit. Her breathing became a series of abrupt gasps. He loved the way she was responding. She hadn't even asked for a safe word . . . if she knew what one was. There was a tap on the window. Sarah tried to jump away, but Roden caught her and held her. He looked over and saw two young men standing outside watching them. He saw her face turn to the window in the reflection and knew she could see her reflection along with the men outside since the window was so low. "Please, Roden. Please!" He gave her another harsh stroke to the ass. She began to cry. "Master, Sarah. Master, unless we're in public," Roden's voice was hard. She felt him slipping his cock up and down through her soaked, wet lips and started to bawl. He slammed into her from behind and grabbed her hips. He pulled back and used his knob to stroke shallow but quickly over her G-spot, the contours of his cock stimulating the rough patch of flesh just inside her pussy. After a short time, her crying abated and gave way to long deep breaths. She turned to look at the window. The two young men had their cocks out and were stroking their dicks, their eyes narrowed in lust. Roden bent forward and twisted her nipples hard. "You're my slut not theirs, but it's okay to put on a show when I allow it. You're my fucking piece of ass now. Do you want to come?" "Yes, please, Roden." He slapped her ass. "Master." "Yes, please, Master. May I come?" "Whenever you're ready. Fuck! Your cunt is perfect." Roden took her hips and began slamming into her from behind. Her eyes were still watching the men outside stroking their cocks. The intensity of Roden's fucking grew. She could feel herself approaching her climax and cried out as she hit the crest. Her body shuddered and she felt Roden's cock swell. The sensation was followed by the warmth of the gush of cum deep inside her. As he held deep, Sarah saw a jet of cum shoot from each man outside the window. Her pussy clamped down hard on Roden's cock. She screamed from the fulfillment of the lust inside her. Seconds later she opened her eyes and saw one of the men motioning that he wanted to come in. Roden walked to the window, his massive cock still proudly erect. He gave the men outside the finger and closed the curtains. He walked back to the bed and presented his cock to Sarah. "Clean it." She lovingly began licking and sucking his cock. "I'd normally have you eat the cum those guys just shot, but we don't know them. There's no way I'll let you do that when we don't know if they are clean. Sarah?" "Yes, Master." She massaged his balls as she looked up into his eyes. "I'll never risk your health." He reached out and caressed her cheek. "Okay. I'm done for now. I'm going back to sleep. You go shower up. Clean yourself really well. When you come out you can cuddle up to me. You're mine. Until you fall asleep, I want you to think about what that might mean." "Could we not stay awake until later?" she asked, and then noticing a degree of stern refusal in her master, she realised her folly and quickly turned her face away. By now, she had witnessed enough of Roden's behaviour to know who the master was and who fully controlled and dominated the proceedings. It was useless of her, being ever submissive, to try her hand at something different from her natural behaviour for that would be quickly squashed and spurned by someone as dominant as Roden. It was wiser, she thought, that she obeyed her master instead of refusal and disobedience. Inwardly, she knew that it was his assertive nature that was drawing her more and more to the master. Her mind and body, she was certain, was on the point of being taken over fully by this man and she had virtually given herself to him. She understood what he meant when he had said, "You're mine". For now, he could do whatever he wanted with her, by her. Sarah got up from the bed and could feel the man's cum overflowing out of her pussy. She dashed to the shower, unwilling to allow even a drop to soil the carpet, a hand covering her slit. Underneath the shower she started to clean herself for her master had told her to do so 'really well'. It was surprising for her that while her hands roved over the most intimate and sensitive areas of her body, there was a gradual surge in her passion and she seemed to enjoy these moments. Her thoughts went back to her master, of how he had held her hips and slammed his penis from behind. She recollected how those two men outside kept watching her being treated in this manner and what they were doing to their own organs, in a blatant and raw display of vulgarity. She found herself asking if she enjoyed being watched in this manner, although this was really something which the master had insisted by parting the curtains and refusing to allow her to cover herself with the blanket. She realised that she had screamed in fulfilment of her lust and felt embarrassed that those guys must have heard her, even if it was somewhat muffled due to the closed window. Surely, they had witnessed her lust and her own postures, revealing what a horny woman she was. Yet, she seemed to like the thought of her non-consensual exhibitionism. The master seemed to have read her pulse in the brief period of their acquaintance. She felt an urge to walk over and part the curtains again, to see if they were there as yet. They could be, so she thought, as they had indicated to the master an intention to come into the room. The master was asleep while she remained a woman in heat, incomplete as her need might be. Sarah switched off the light and tried to take a peek by slightly parting the curtains in the toilet. She was pleasantly surprised to see that the men were still around, although they were not exactly looking in the direction of their room. She parted the curtains to the toilet window and, after a while, she switched on the light again and stood underneath the shower, pretending complete ignorance of the preying eyes outside. Naked as she was, she fondled herself slowly and then erotically, for she could feel the lust building inside her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could make out the outline of two faces, almost glued on to the window panes of the toilet. She still pretended ignorance and continued with her shower and pleasuring herself. Intentional and unintentional moans escaped from her mouth and she was certain that these could be heard by anyone who stood just outside the window. She continued with her bath for another ten minutes before she heard a knock on the glass panes. She glanced at the window and then, as if in horror, rushed and switched off the light. In the darkness, she smiled to herself and then, with a bath towel wrapped around her, walked out of the toilet. Sarah had every intention of continuing with this game, for it had brought about a lot of excitement. She never knew that exhibitionism would bring her such a pleasure but now wondered how she could continue with this display, without exposing this want to the two voyeurs outside. She could make out that even though Roden had closed the curtains, a small uncovered gap remained. She was certain that this was enough for any prying eyes to feed on what they intended while at the same time it would keep them almost unnoticed from inside the room. Sarah walked across to the bed, removed the towel to reveal her naked curvaceous body and cuddled up to Roden. Her breasts ploughed into his back, the nipples hardening immediately. She squirmed and moaned on the bed as she nestled into her master but, inwardly, she knew that two pairs of eyes were riveted on them and, more particularly, on her. "Master, I have bathed and I am now ready for your use," she said in a voice, which really, couldn't be said to be a whisper. He shook her from her sleep. "Wake up, gorgeous. Coffee?" She smiled. "Yes, please, Master." "Cream and sugar?" "Two and one please." He was naked. His semi-hard cock dangled obscenely between his legs. He poured a coffee from the little pot provided by the motel. She was pulling out her clothes when he turned. "I didn't tell you to get dressed." Her eyes fell submissively as she straightened, unsure of the proper thing to do. "Sit on the edge of the bed." "Are you clean, babe?" He brushed her hair from her cheek as he handed her the coffee. "Go ahead, babe. Take a sip." After the sip of coffee, he raised a finger to her lips and she sucked on it, her eyes still looking at the floor. Roden squeezed a nipple hard making her gasp, and took his finger from her mouth covered in her saliva. He ran a hand up her thigh and she separated her legs. Finding the center of her, he pushed the wet finger inside. He tugged at the rough little G-spot inside her and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. Her breasts began to heave. Roden brought his finger up and sucked it to the first knuckle. "You're delicious, Sarah." He put his finger to her lips and she sucked in, her throat emitting an almost silent whimper. "More coffee?" She raised the cup to her lips and drank. Roden smiled, though the look of the Master did not leave his eyes. He took the cup from her hand and had a sip himself. He held the liquid in his mouth and bent. A dribble of coffee ran down her breast when he had to open his mouth to gain suction. While Roden had taken modest doses of sleep throughout the night, Sarah had been left deprived of it by the Master. Partially, she was to be blamed as well for, having been able to indulge in the much needed physical touches, her need for sleep had taken a back seat till almost the wee hours of the early morning. It is in this context that the coffee was refreshing to say the least. Added to this, the Master had begun exploring his submissive with a renewed vigour which she watched and enjoyed. "Won't we get dressed now? If I am to be back home by evening, I don't think we should wait here for more than a couple of hours," she smiled, but that was just a camouflage to hide her worries. Roden kept quiet, ignoring Sarah's thoughts, resulting in her fidgeting with the end of the blanket as she went on talking, almost to herself, "I dread to face Matt. He'll have so many questions which I don't think I'll be able to answer with a straight face. Don't you think I should call him on the cell and, at least, explain that I am safe, had a good sleep and that I'll be catching the bus in an hour or so?" He still remained quiet, sipping his coffee as he stared at Sarah. He motioned her to get down from the bed and kneel before him. She hesitated, as she had other worrying thoughts capturing her mind. This probably infuriated the master, for he extended his hand and gripped a nipple, pulling it hard. It hurt Sarah, for she cried out in pain. There was no remorse, no let off. He continued with what he was doing and then increased the pain by pulling on both the nipples. "Get down Sarah! This instant! You know I hate disobedience," Roden snarled, "I'll worry about Matt only when it's necessary. Right now, it's not in my priority." "Yes master," Sarah had to surrender. She threw aside the blanket and then got off from the bed. Standing in front of her master, she looked with the eyes of a frightened submissive and then slowly, got down on her knees in front of her sitting master. "Do you want me to hold the hardness that is yours and stroke it softly for your pleasure before I take it in my mouth?" Sarah asked, as her fears started giving way to intense sexual desire once again. Roden didn't answer her question but kept on looking at her intently. Sarah couldn't read his mind but, inwardly, she so longed for his touch. If only he would pull her nearer, hold her arms and feed her what she saw so near before her face. At the same time, she now craved for the taste of an unthinkable joy which she had been deprived in her married life, something she had heard so much about for so long. If only she could savour the joys of the master's furious mouth and tongue on that which was most intimate to her. She almost blurted out that longing but, fearing a stern reprimand, checked herself only to let a sigh escape her mouth. "What is it? What do you blabber girl?" his master suddenly awakened to her presence. "It's nothing of consequence master," she answered. A hard squeeze on her upper arms, painful enough to hurt her, was all that her master expressed in disapproval of her avoidance. "Well?" Sarah knew that she would have to answer now for any attempt to avoid giving a complete answer would invite his wrath. Yet she hesitated for a moment to decide how best to express that want which seemed embarrassing to her. That delay was enough to fuel his anger. Roden sprung to his feet. He pulled up Sarah roughly on to her legs and then, putting his arms underneath her naked body, picked her up like a doll. With his legs apart, he flung the woman on the bed, who now lay stretched from end to end. He flung himself on her, his hands gripping her thighs only to push them wide up to where he wanted. Then, hungrily, crazily, his face was searching the area that had opened before him till finally, his mouth and tongue were devouring the wetness that had begun to flow. Sarah was moaning deliriously at that hitherto unknown pleasure which was now being released to her by her master! She was in seventh heaven. The taste of her was almost more than he could stand. He swung his head from side to side, his tongue slipping side to side through her labia. Her juices ran down his face and dripped off his chin as Sarah cried out through muted gasps.