The Kinky Roadtrip – P3

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The bus lumbered off even before i had made my manner to the rear of the bus. I settled within the center of the lower back seat, just as i have been instructed, spread my legs wide, and located my fingers behind me.

The chain pinched and vibrated against me as the bus moved deeper and deeper into sleazy neighborhoods. I noticed the motive force arrange the passenger-view replicate to get a higher angle of the show i was setting on, and i felt violated through his leering gaze. His eyes left my cunt long enough to go with the flow the bus to a stop, and that i heard the doors open.

I watched with fascination as a man boarded and exchanged some phrases with the driving force. DriverDom reached into his pocket and handed some thing small to the newcomer, who traded it for an envelope. DriverDom looked at me and opened the envelope, and i was horrified to look him counting the money it contained.

When he finished, he spoke to the stranger. I swear, if there changed into any such aspect as a Dom mystery handshake, it passed between them. “It’s all there. Man, 1000 bucks. She need to be a few piece of ass. Don’t drop that key, or by means of the looks of these chains cutting her, you won’t be getting plenty out of her. Or have to I say, you won’t be getting much INTO her. She’s all yours. At least for some hours.”

Then he grew to become complete face to me. “Out of my bus, cunt… but first i need you to clean that seat. Lick it up.. Don’t need my boss to see your juices runnin throughout that great industrial grade vinyl.”

Oh .. i was mortified beyond phrases, but i did as i used to be informed. I bent over, absolutely exposing all my charms, and licked the seat clean. He become proper. It turned into wet. Proof of how moist i was, even at the possibility of being offered to god-knows-who. A grand. A grand whore. Dazed, i rose and awaited instructions.

“Crawl to me, ass first. I want to see what I paid for.” The stranger’s voice turned into quietly assured, calm and possessive. The humiliation of crawling across the gritty floor of the metropolis bus flamed my face and my desire. I crawled until i reached his feet, the chains pulling and pinching with each movement.

He helped me to my feet, as any gentleman would possibly do, and inspected me then and there. He pulled my t-blouse from my body, slipped his palms through the armholes, and pulled and twisted my breasts. He pulled at the chain at my waist, which pulled the steel so it cut even greater into my cunt. He raised the lowest of the shirt and displayed my ass to the driver. He took me by using the arm and said softly, “My vehicle’s over here. Let’s go.”

His first non-public phrases to me have been a comfort. “Seven, Three, Nine, Nine, Four.” It changed into the code that Master and that i had labored out, my PIN quantity he known as it. If he ever loaned me to anyone, that character might accept the code in order that i knew he had Master’s permission. That changed into additionally my sign to submit absolutely to this individual, due to the fact he become appearing in Master’s stead.

He helped me into the vehicle, pulled away, and spoke as he drove. “Did your Master mention that he’d applied for club to a personal Co-op?” i shook my head, and my perplexed expression must have trumpeted my ignorance. “Very exclusive. Limited membership of like-minded individuals. There are a few monetary costs involved, when the application form is first submitted. Happens to be $1000. Background tests are run, and the couple is watched for a time period to look if they’re our form of people.”