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."