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.