cycle slut
I used to work at a motorcycle dealership and I still have friends who work
there. When I needed service on my motorcycle recently, I got in touch with one
of these friends and he agreed to meet me at the dealership on a Sunday morning
(when the store was closed) to do the side job. The dealership is owned by Craig
and Beth, a former lawyer and his wife. Initially, I thought Beth was a trophy
wife because she's thin with long blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect teeth and a
recent boob job; and she dresses to display her attributes. Then I discovered
she has a legitimate college degree in marketing and had a successful career
going when she met her husband. She is about 36 and still pretty hot. Most men
find her gorgeous, but to me she's not as beautiful as she probably used to be,
and nowhere near as hot as she thinks she is. I don't really even like the woman
very much because she has such a snotty attitude. Whenever she is being nice to
someone, you can tell as an observer that it's an act. A second later she can be
totally bitchy.
I had heard about the boob job through the grapevine, but I hadn't seen the
results yet. I was curious, to say the least, because prior to the surgery, she
had the most amazing permanently erect nipples. Whatever complaints any guy had
about Beth, nobody had anything negative to say about her nipples. They were
always evident and we all loved that.
While my friend was busy working on my bike in the service building, I wandered
over to the sales building and looked around. I was checking out the bikes that
were new for the upcoming model year when I heard Beth's voice say, "You're not
supposed to be in here, you know..."
There was a mostly pleasant tone to her voice, but there was also her typical
implied menace, like the warning beep on an alarm system, telling me that I
needed to get away immediately before her temper flared. I turned around and saw
her standing inside the door to the showroom, hands on her narrow hips. She was
dressed as she always is, in clothes that showed off her form. This day's
ensemble was a white t-shirt, tucked into very short white shorts. She spends a
lot of time tanning somewhere, so her skin is pretty well bronzed. Even from
across the poorly lit room (no lights on when the building is closed, but it was
sunny outside the window) I could see a pretty big change in her chest.
"I was just looking at what's new while Dan works on my bike," I replied. "He
said he'd cleared it with your husband." I was already heading toward Beth and
the door behind her. There was nothing to gain by pissing her off and no reason
to bring her wrath down on my friend in the building next door either, so I was
planning to exit quickly.
"Well, that may be true but you can't be over here by yourself." Her tone was
less pleasant and more nasty now. Since I was obviously complying with demands,
I didn't see the need for her to start getting bitchy and I immediately decided
not to be as polite and respectful to her as I had always been up to that point.
So instead of making a polite effort not to look at her new tits, I just stared
right at them as I threaded my way through the motorcycles between us. It took
me about 30 seconds to make my way to where she was standing near the door and I
never took my eyes off her chest as I approached her. Thirty seconds is a long
time when no one is speaking. She knew what I was doing all that time.
"That's nice work," I said to her chest when I reached her.
"What?" she spat. We both knew she had heard me and that she was offended.
"I said that's nice work. I can only imagine how they feel." I said this as a
passing shot, all the while thinking I was lucky not to be working for her
anymore, since what I had just said would most likely have gotten me fired if I
were still her employee.
My hand was on the door when I heard her say, "You can feel them if you want."
Now it was my turn to be shocked. "Pardon?"
"You can touch them if you want," her tone was different again, softer, maybe
even wistful. "Nobody else is these days..." Her voice trailed off as I turned
back and stepped close to her. I assumed she meant that she and her husband were
having another of their legendary arguments. I didn't think twice or give her a
chance o take back her offer. I just reached up and gently cupped her breast
from underneath. The flesh felt unnaturally hard as I squeezed, but as my thumb
grazed across the nipple it immediately hardened and expanded, pushing out the
fabric of her t-shirt in spite of the bra she wore. As I mentioned, she has
amazing nipples. Anyway, I groaned involuntarily when I felt the nipple stand up
to be noticed.
"You like?" she asked somewhat breathlessly.
"I like how things respond when you rub them, yeah," I replied.
"So do I," she said, sliding her palm up and down on the growing bulge in my
shorts.
After that, there was little to no talk as things began to escalate between us.
I slipped my hand up under her t-shirt and began fondling her tits in earnest.
My other hand slid up her back and took a firm grip of her hair as I tilted her
head back and kissed her hard. I wasn't sure how this would be received but she
returned my kiss willingly and aggressively, her tongue caressing mine. Both of
her hands found their way to my crotch and in no time I was as hard as I've ever
been. In a flash, she undid my snap and zipper and my shorts dropped to the
floor exposing my hard cock to the open air.
"Oh my God..." she said approvingly as she held it in her two small hands. I'm
guessing ol' Craig is somewhat smaller than I am. She reached behind me, locked
the door to the showroom and then led me by my dick to a big Harley-style
cruiser bike nearby. She had me half sit and half lean against the seat as she
knelt before me. She peeled off her shirt as if to get more comfortable and then
simply dove in on my cock. She sucked straight down on it until all
seven-and-a-half inches were in her warm, wet mouth and her nose was nestled
firmly in my pubes. I know I don't have the biggest dick in the world, but it is
pretty thick and I haven't met too many girls who could do that trick with such
ease. I gasped appropriately. Her slim fingers and manicured nails alternately
massaged and tickled my balls as she slurped and sucked my cock like she was
trying to suck the color out of my skin. She came off my cock, then ran her
tongue down the underside, then left the shaft resting on her face as she licked
my balls. I reached down and flicked her bra straps off her shoulders so as she
worked her new, larger, firmer boobs inched into view as the bra slid down.
Near-nudity always works better for me than totally nudity, so I was enjoying
that view almost as much as I was enjoying the view of her red lipsticked lips
stretched over my cock as she deepthroated me over and over. I glanced around
the showroom and managed to catch several angles of Beth's head bobbing in my
lap reflected in shiny paint, chrome, and even a few rear-view mirrors. It was
pretty cool to see.
Wanting to savor this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I reached down with my
hand and pulled my swollen cock out of Beth's mouth. I rubbed the slippery shaft
across her lips and spanked her cheeks with it.
"You give amazing head," I said. Beth flashed a genuine smile and dove in on me
again. I let her get one good downstroke in and then pulled it away again. She
whined when I did this, so I stood and began to feed her my dick an inch at a
time. She moaned contentedly and sucked me deep again. Slowly, I started to
facefuck her. I gradually eased my hand around to the back of her head and held
it more or less still as I thrust in and out of her throat. This action caused
Beth to salivate quite a bit and pretty soon my dick was coated in a sheen of
slick saliva. It felt so good, I staggered a little, so I sat down on the bike
seat and put a foot up on the rider and passenger floorboards, leaving myself
open to her.
Beth shrugged out of her bra and let it hang around her waist as she slurped on
my cock. My knees were somewhat raised with my feel up on the floorboards. This
gave Beth access to my balls and my asshole. Her tongue found its way to both
places. She flicked each individual ball with it and rimmed my asshole with it.
She even poked it inside my ass and tongue-fucked me while my dick twitched
against her forehead. It felt very, very good.
Soon, she returned to inhaling my cock. A string of drool dripped slowly from
her lower lip to the floor between her knees. There was no sound in the room
other than my labored breathing, her pleasurable moaning, and the slurp of her
sloppy blowjob. After a while, Beth's mouth came off my cock with an amazingly
sexy wet popping sound.
"You have a beautiful, big dick," she said as she pumped it with her slippery
little fists, "I want it inside me, NOW."
I was not about to argue, since I was more than halfway to what I was sure was
going to be a phenomenal orgasm. She stood up and undid her shorts, shoved them
over her hips, and they fell to the floor. Next she turned her back to me and
slowly peeled her thong panties out of her anal cleft and pushed them down until
they hit the floor also. hShe was wearing strappy high-heeled sandals and I was
pleased to note that she did not remove them as she stepped out of the pile at
her ankles.
"Damn, look at that pussy...," I said as she stood up and faced me. It was
shaved smooth as a wood floor with thick lips that glistened in the half light
of the showroom.
"You can't have that," she said, her slim hand covering the treasure. "That's
for my husband only, even though he's on my shit list right now. I want you in
my ass." She turned around and displayed her ass to me again, this time running
a hand over it like those chicks do on The Price Is Right. For the first time
ever, I noticed what an incredible little ass she has. Generally, I thought it
was small and shapeless like a pre-pubescent girl's, but now I knew otherwise.
Without clothing to confuse the eyes, it was easy to see how perfect her little
round and firm ass cheeks were. Below them, her juicy pussy lips glistened. Then
she leaned her elbows on the seat of a brand-new sportbike and spread her feet a
bit apart. I stood and started rubbing the head of my saliva-coated cock up and
down the crack of her ass, at which she gasped and quivered enticingly. Because
I couldn't help myself, I also ran my dick up and down her engorged pussy lips.
Her legs clamped shut and didn't open again until she had reached a hand between
them to guide my cockhead up toward her asshole again. I took her hand and
placed it on her ass cheek and told her to spread a little to make room for me.
When she had done so, I began to push my cockhead slowly into her ass. Beth
groaned gutturally and pushed back against my cock, forcing it in a few inches,
up to the foreskin ring. It felt good in there. Very good. We stood this way for
over a minute while her anal muscles adjusted to the invasion.
"Craig won't do this to me," she grunted, "He thinks it's dirty."
"Then he's an idiot," I panted, "I think this is great."
"Your cock feels so good in my ass. Give me more."
With some patience and pushing, her ass had soon relaxed and accepted my entire
cock. My pubes were against her cheeks and our thighs were touching.
"Oh yeah..." she sighed, "Now fuck my ass with that big fat cock of yours."
I take orders well. I began a slow and steady long-stroke in and out of the
incomparable warmth and tightness of her rectum. She moaned and groaned and
ground her ass against me when our bodies met. I spanked her cheeks and caressed
her skin. She clawed at my thighs. I spread her cheeks wide with both hands and
drooled saliva off the tip of my tongue into her crack and watched it seep down
into her ass to further lube us as I stroked in and out. She tossed her head
from side to side and squealed in ecstasy. Twice, when I pressed deep into her
while catching my breath and adjusting my footing, she came like a wildcat,
digging her nails into my hips and actually drawing a little blood.
I slowed my pace whenever I got close to cumming because I was enjoying the
spectacular view, the intense physical sensation, and the thrill of public sex.
Eventually, however, I passed the point of no return and was unable to hold back
the tidal wave rushing up from my balls. I grabbed a fistful of her hair again,
turned her head to the side and leaned in close to her, my lips just grazing her
ear.
"I'm going to cum," I whispered.
"Oh yeah, cum in my ass. I want to feel it. Cum in my ass!" she hissed back at
me.
That was about all I could take. With one fist in her hair, tugging her head
back and the other hand hooked around her hip bone to hold her all the way back
on me, I exploded with several big convulsive spurts. Just like the first two
times I pressed extra deep into her tight, hot little ass, she came hard and
long, with her lithe body shaking and spasming and her breath coming in rough
gasps. This time, however, we were both doing it. We nearly pushed the
motorcycle over in the process.
Finally the waves of orgasm left us both and our breathing smoothed out and our
heart rates settled. We stayed locked together for several minutes until my
softening penis slipped from her juiced asshole. Without knowing what else to
do, we both reached for our discarded clothes and put them on in silence. As
soon as she was dressed, Beth was all 'boss's wife' again.
"You need to get back over to the service building," she said, as if the past
half-hour had not happened.
"Okay," I said, knowing when to quit while WAY ahead. I unlocked the door and
went through it without looking back.
"David," she called in time for me to catch the door and pop my head back
inside. She simply put her finger to her lips, enjoining me to silence.
"Of course," I said, and closed the door.
