"Sweetest Poison MC?" I stupidly read aloud, as if I had any right to know one-tenth of a fraction of his business.
"Doesn't concern you, baby," said Blane over his shoulder, turning his head to give a quick spit on the ground.
"Now hang on."
I instinctively tightened my grip around Blane's hard body, a grip that got even tighter the faster we went along. I'd never been more scared or more aroused in all my life, racing through what few streets my town had, clutching on for dear life to what can only be described as sex-on-a-stick. My heart was throbbing, hanging on to this heartthrob.
I loved feeling the wind dance through my hair, the vibrations from the hog throttling my desire. My pussy felt so warm and needy, grinding into the small of Blane's slightly bent back.
Blane's body was so solid and muscular; it made me feel safe to be clinging to it, even though I was in a very unsafe position. It felt so daring, racing through the streets, leaving the homes of my friends and family in the dust.
Fifteen minutes into our ride, Blane suddenly veered off the main street and began to follow a gravel road, putting us into parts I didn't recognize. He seemed to know where he was going, though, even if it didn't look like much.
Eventually things became clearer as we pulled up alongside what appeared to be an abandoned motel. Blane's bike came to a smooth stop as the engine died down.
"We're here, baby," he said as he swung his strong right leg over the hog.
Where was "here"? I wondered.
Blane surprised me by immediately reaching for my waist to lift me off his bike. My eyes locked onto his, infatuated, as he softly set me down.
I loved feeling his hands on my body, even for a moment.
I craved more.
Blane moved behind me to put the bike's kickstand down with his leather boot. I couldn't keep my eyes off him even as he performed the most mundane of actions; I was mesmerized.
Taking me by the wrist, he grunted, "C'mon, baby."
I followed dutifully behind him, unsure of where I was being led and for what purpose.
When Blane directed me to one of the motel's private, bottom-floor rooms, I wasn't sure if I was in for the worst... or the best. Red flags were surely flying somewhere, yet at the same time, I truly felt like I could trust him.
"Get yourself comfortable," directed Blane once we'd crossed over the wooden threshold and secluded ourselves away.
"I gotta take a leak."
I went over to sit down on the motel's drabby-looking bed, apprehensive but excited. As I eased myself into a sitting position, I suddenly noticed that my body felt rather sore. I'd been clinging to Blane so tightly on the bike, I must have overworked my muscles.
From where I sat, I quickly realized I had a perfect shot of the room's open bathroom... and Blane handling his cock in it. I tried doing the respectful thing by looking the other way -- I really did -- but it was so big and powerful, it couldn't help but get caught in my peripheral vision.
Blane's member was surely the largest I'd ever seen in person; the mere thought of what it could do to me overwhelmed me. I stared, fascinated, as I watched him take care of his business. Amazing how he could make even the most natural, normal thing in the world seem totally sexy.
"Aah... Shit, that feels good," I heard him mutter under his breath, as if he'd been holding it in for the duration of one hell of a road trip.
After he'd finished going, he gave his impressive member a quick shake, then hid it back inside his pants. He flushed the toilet, and to my surprise, even went to rinse off his hands before making his way back into the room.
I hurried to look away.
"You like the ride, baby?" asked Blane, fiddling around on a nearby table for some Scotch and a glass.
I watched as his eyes traveled the length of my sitting body. It ignited a spark deep inside, not knowing if this admiration was "innocent", or something more...
"Loved it," I confirmed, studying his body right back, eyes coming to rest on the bulge in his pants.
"Although I have to admit," I added, quickly directing my gaze away from his package.
"I was hanging on a little too tightly."
"Did I wear you out, baby?" asked Blane as he took a swig of his drink, casting a mischievous grin as he lowered his glass.
Not yet, I smiled to myself.
"No, no… just a little… sore," I explained as I began to tenderly rub at my upper arm.
Blane set his glass down and came over to sit beside me on the bed. His eyes searched mine as he reached out to run a calloused hand through my long brown hair. He was treating it as if it were the finest silk, getting lost in it, stroking it ever-so softly from top to tip.
It felt luxurious.
I looked over at this rugged bad boy and gave a small smile. It felt so wonderful having him stroke me like this; his hands were strong and skillful, yet strangely gentle, too. Instinctively, I moved my head to rest against his tight, muscular torso, listening to his heartbeat as he caressed me softly.
"That... that feels really nice, having you touch me like that," I said softly, the warm feeling I felt being close to him beginning to spread.
"C'mere, babe," said Blane as he pulled me between his legs.
Sexual excitement coursed through my body as he positioned my slight frame right up against his cock. He had me wedged between his strong legs, my lower back pressing into his manhood, and I could think of no better place to be in that moment.
I tilted my head and stared into his steely eyes, pleading with him to turn my pain into pleasure.
"Can't have you hurtin' for your next ride," said the badass, sensing my uncomfortable tension.
It wasn't the only tension I needed released…
Blane gave a small grunt and slowly started to work his hands up and down my back. He was smoothing them on me quite softly at first, almost as if he were afraid to touch me, but after a few passes, he seemed to be warming up to the idea of tracing them in DEEP. He started to rub me harder, taking my flesh into his hands and kneading it firmly. Blane was coaxing the stiffness out of my body, and it was clear from the pole poking into my lower back I was coaxing the stiffness out of him.
"Mmm... that feels fuckin' fantastic," I moaned, head rolling this way and that in ecstasy.
Again Blane gave me a look that was of questionable innocence.
Was I getting him hard, moaning for him to make me feel GOOD?
"Know what would make this feel even nicer, baby?" said Blane.
"If you got rid of your top."
My eyes widened just a little, again wondering if the biker's intentions were caring... or carnal. I pushed the thought away, realizing that in either case, skin-on-skin contact WOULD feel a lot better...
I hurriedly slipped my shirt off and threw it across the room, before I could change my mind. I immediately relaxed upon feeling Blane's strong hands on my bare skin... he was making me feel so unbelievably good. With each subsequent sweep up the sides of my spine, a new, sensual thrill shot through me, and I knew I was starting to enjoy this "massage" just a little too much.
I was mildly aware that Blane's fingers were starting to wander beyond the boundaries of my back. He was tracing his hands up and down the sides of my waist, getting to know my curves very sensually.
When I felt the biker's fingers reaching to unhook my bra, I didn't even flinch. Very slowly, Blane peeled it away from my breasts and cast it aside -- I supposed so he might have better access to my back. My perky, round tits were now out in the open, but I knew this sexy stranger couldn't see them because he was behind me.
Blane resumed running his talented hands all over my soft skin, administering his tender loving care to my neck, shoulders, and even my hips.
"Anyone ever remind you how beautiful you are, baby?" he said as he pressed into me gently, tracing his palms all over.
I almost melted on the spot.
"It's… been awhile," I admitted, thinking of my recent conquests,
and how they'd all been content with it being "just sex".
Maybe I did need a man who could fill MY HEART with nice feelings, not just my pussy. A man who could be there for me during the ups and downs of this crazy dance called life; maybe even offer me a massage after a long day...
I felt Blane's rough fingers interlace with my locks, his tips beginning to press firm against my scalp. Around and around he worked them, delivering sensations that were practically orgasmic to my receptive young head. I never knew getting my scalp worked could feel THAT amazing -- it was on par with the rubdowns I gave myself "down there", really…
With each deep, sensual swirl, I melted back into the biker a little more, until I was lying flat against his toned chest. This, of course, meant my own chest was now on display, but I hardly realized nor cared. BLANE definitely noticed, however, and was slowly beginning to work his hands south...
"Ohhhhhh," I uttered in a deep moan, the biker's hands now cupping and caressing my tits.
My skin was tingling in the wake of each movement, Blane's palms enveloping each breast. My soft peaks were overflowing into his hands, nipples jutting outwards in absolute excitement. With more than a handful in each hand, the badass began to circle my tits in unison, massaging and rubbing and caressing them into a haze of bliss.
Having Blane handle me in that way, giving me THAT type of massage... it was going to lead to things, and I knew it. Why wasn't I calling out in protest... shoving his greedy hands away?
Because it's exactly what I wanted, that's why.
When I felt Blane's long, sexy fingers brush over the most sensitive part of my nipples, a bolt of electricity raced through me. A dozen small little goosebumps were starting to spread across my well-groped tits; I found myself wanting Blane to suck them... and to fuck them...
God, how I adored feeling this man caress his hands into and around my smooth skin. Blane was doing things to my libido that were frankly unspeakable.
I began to plead with him silently in my head.
Don't stop... don't stop... DON'T... STOP!
My sexually primed body was generating the kind of heat forbidden affairs were made of. Blane started to trace his hands even further south, closer and closer to my pussy. He was strumming his fingers along the taut skin of my tummy, and it was making my tits heave and peak out in anticipation.
I could feel him growing even stiffer against my ass, his huge wide bulge almost painful pressed up against my lower half. It was a feeling that revved me to the core, that I was making this man hard!
When I felt the biker slide into my light blue denim, we both knew he no longer needed permission. That first connection he made with my pussy set me on fire in an instant. Slowly, gingerly, he began to smooth his tough hands all over my steaming sex, engulfing it completely within his firm, caressing grasp.
Blane's fingers were pulling at the sensitive skin of my blazing hot mound, with a stray digit flicking across my clit at perfect intervals. As he caressed deep into my outer lips and honed in on the inner, I let out a line of low, lustful, longful moans. I knew my clit had to be poking out and engorged with desire, and the wetness that was growing inside wasn't going to stay inside for very long.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blane gazing at my body with utmost longing and ravenous need. He seemed particularly taken with my pussy, rubbing into it furiously, sinking all his fingers in...
Clearly, Blane and I had past the point of coyness long ago. It was far too late to revert back to being simply strangers who'd met on the side of the road. We were doing this.
We were going to do each other.
I felt Blane sweep a finger up my slit, his thumb joining it to grab onto my throbbing clit. He had the most pleasurable part of my entire being held hostage in his grasp, and it was clear he wasn't letting go until I cried mercy.
His fingers began to dance over my hot, pulsating button, shooting me to the cliff of climax faster than I'd ever gotten there before. As he worked his sweeping digits hard into my nub, he shoved a pair from his other hand straight into my opening. He had both hands down my pants now, each in competition with the other to work my pussy more epically. The mix of swirling fingers up top and ramming ones down below was just insane.
I uttered a soft moan as Blane sent shivers speeding through my petite young body. My sex was quivering from the inside out, convulsing in a seizure of satisfaction as my biker flicked and fucked it.
"Ohh god, Blane!! I've never cum this hard IN MY LIFE!" I shouted as I creamed even tighter around his thrusting digits.
When I finally got the opportunity to catch my breath, I turned and latched my lips onto Blane's, giving him a big, wet, passionate thank you.
"Thanks for the, ah… massage," I said slyly, still seeing stars from how he'd rocked my sex.
"Any time, baby," he replied warmly, bringing me in for another lustful lick.
"Any time."
I shot Blane my sultriest, sexiest, most seductive look, the parts of my body not yet known by him begging for his attention.
I shifted onto my knees and hungrily tore the biker's hard prick from his zipper. His cock was the biggest and best I'd ever known; I couldn't wait to encase it in the warmth of my extremely tight sheath.
I eagerly wrapped my fingers around his massive hard erection, finding it a struggle to make it all the way around. As I explored and delighted in the biker's raging member, it somehow continued to grow even bigger. It was so incredibly hard, I thought it might burst... and if it did, I planned on being there to lap up every bit of his explosion.
I kissed the head of Blane's cock and suctioned my lips around it, stroking his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. Needing him so very badly, I grabbed him by the hips and forced him into my mouth even further, his staff filling my throat as I began to fuck him with my mouth.
I was drawing Blane's long, luscious length in and out of my void, completely mesmerized each time I watched it slink back in. I loved attacking it from all angles, coating it in my juices. It tasted so nice... and, more importantly, it felt so hot. It was REALLY turning me on, picturing what it might feel like slammed into me down below...
I could feel Blane beginning to tense up, which worried me like no other.
I pulled away from his shaft in one long, drawn-out slurp and pleaded, "Please don't finish yet!"
Blane immediately got the message and leapt to his feet to lift and toss me onto the bed. We exchanged another scorching kiss as he crouched over my anxious, flushed, needy body. I scrambled to strip off the rest of my clothes, and Blane did the same, arousal and adrenaline pumping through our veins.
I laid back on the hotel bed and spread my knees far and wide, showing Blane all the places he could bury himself in. It was pleasing me so much seeing him dripping with lust over me, aching for a taste of this and that.
Where oh where would the badass start first?
Blane, to my sheer surprise, was a gentlemen -- at least at first. I thought for sure he was going to pounce on top of me and drive it right in, but no. Instead, he moved down to the edge of the bed and leaned in to administer small pecks up and along my wide-open thighs.
"Mmm, baby... do you know how much I want you, baby," said Blane as he slowly ran a hand up each leg, intensifying my desire.
He leaned in and gave my pussy a little kiss, burying his dry, manly lips in the middle of my folds.
"Oh!" I gasped, shocked by how much my pussy was tingling from this one simple touch.
Blane began to wind his tongue up my tight young body, leaving behind a reverse treasure trail of slippery secretion. It wasn't long before he had his mouth sandwiched around an aroused nipple, his hand softly cupping my other tit. A wonderfully warm sensation began to radiate through me, my fingers reaching out to dig into the biker's back as he licked and flicked each nipple.
After a few sensual passes over and around my very aroused peaks, Blane lifted off my chest and got into position in order to move his co
ck through. Using his hands, he pressed my tits together and shoved his cock deep inside, encasing it in a jacket of hot, soft flesh.
I stared, horny and stunned, as he began to slowly fuck my breasts. His plunging shaft slid through the full length of my chest with ease, and I loved watching his tip taunt me as it bobbed to the top. It kept coming closer... and closer... until it was rubbing right up against my hot mouth!
Of course it was a temptation I couldn't resist. I gladly opened my mouth and accepted his thrusting shaft into the dark depths of my hot wet throat. What a sight and taste it was, Blane plowing through my tits with his sexy, supersized cock, rationing it into my hungry hole.
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