A Thrilling Journey
It's a perfect sunny, summer day, so I call to let you know that I'll be there in about half an hour to pick you up. Let's be honest, I'll be there for at least an hour, but I know you never get ready in that short amount of time.
I suggest wearing a short skirt and a halter top because I want to take you out for a ride on my new bike. Oh, one more thing, "Remember to skip the panties."
You're excited to see me since it's been a while since I allowed you to cum, and you know that it's likely you'll get permission today.
When I arrive, you're not quite ready to go, surprise, surprise. I don't mind though. You smell lovely and look even better. I play with the dogs and take them for a short stroll while you finish getting yourself ready.
When I return, you're waiting for me and I check under your skirt to ensure you've followed my instructions about the panties. As expected, you haven't. We stroll outside, hop on the bike, and you try to look dainty, but it's difficult due to your outfit and the size of the bike.
You sit down and strain to reach the big saddle, and my imagination runs wild about the mess you're going to leave on the leather once we're finished. I let you know that we're stopping by the sex shop to buy you a couple of new toys.
At the store, we peruse the items and settle on a remote-controlled anal plug and a massive black dildo, knowing you like fantasizing about having sex with big black men in front of me. I hand you my credit card and make you pay for them. The clerk snickers at you as he checks out your small frame compared to the enormous rubber cock you're purchasing. You avoid eye contact with him as he leers at you.
We leave the store and you whisper for me to hurry up and get you home so we can test out our new toys. I share that's not quite my intention for today, and you look at me with your adorable eyes, your mouth pouting that you won't get your way.
We're now in the parking lot and I tell you to "Head over to the parked cars behind us, squat down, and push that toy into your ass so I can hook my phone up to it." You grin, knowing you're in for a lot of fun.
I proceed to fix the dildo onto the passenger side of the bike, making it stand up tall and firm. You walk toward me, noticing the huge cock attached to the bike saddle and your eyes widen.
You shake your head and say, "There's no way I can do this." I take out my phone and make your ass experience the fun of the new anal toy as I control it. You almost lose balance due to the strong sensations in your ass.
You plead with me: "I can't handle this, it's too much." I remain silent. I stare into your beautiful eyes, and you know there's no way you can resist my demands.
I walk to you, pick you up under your arms, and carry you to the bike. I lift you further up in the air so that you're floating over the big cock. Then, I slowly lower you down onto it, going all the way until you've completely penetrated it. I'm amazed at how easily you take the entire thing.
You look incredibly satisfied now, eyes closed, as you try to determine how you'll make it home with your holes stretched this way. I remind you that you're not allowed to orgasm unless given permission. I start the bike and the roar of the engine rattles the huge fake dick inside you.
The vibrations travel directly into the dildo, causing your entire body to tremble. You tightly grip me as we ride. I purposely take the longer route home and veer onto bumpy roads, including streets with rumble strips. Each time we cross one, you cry out as the dildo pushes further up inside you, rubbing your cervix every time. [
Now you've slipped your hand into my trousers, gripping my substantial member, and pleading for the right to cum here and there on the dildo buried within you. Desperate for approval, you continually ask for it, eventually earning it on one specific condition. I tell you that, while you're allowed to ejaculate, once we return home, you must clean the entire bike seat unquestionably.
On the brink of climax, each movement of the dildo pushes you higher. Dressed as a prostitute, displaying no concern for passersby, you're beginning to cry out. Overwhelmed by your excitement and unable to hold back, you yell out your imminent eruption and profusely apologize for potentially damaging my new bike.
I respond by encouraging you, "Cum all over that enormous cock for me."
Your yells of everyone nearby become ear-splittingly loud, even drowning out the noise of the mighty engines. Your body slams down onto the dildo, nearing your pinnacle when you announce you're about to cum and ready to explode. You're concerned about the potential mess it will make on my fresh bicycle, but can no longer prevent it.
I respond: "Cum all over it for me."
As you ignite your orgasm, your motions become fierce, as if trying to grind yourself painlessly on the dildo. Your high-pitched screams reverberate loudly enough to be heard above the roaring engines. Your explosion causes you to pump my manhood, urgently attempting to shoot your load. Repeatedly, you struggle to shoot but are instead met with leaking spurts over a tight grip. Your pressure builds.
Eventually, you release your hold and continue to cum, dripping down your hand, as you alternately grip and release, milking every ounce of fluid from me.
On the road back home, I ask you to clean your hand completely, eating/licking my semen. You sap the last drops from your fingers like someone luxuriating an ice cream cone.
Along the way, stopped at traffic signals, bystanders can see your licking from the nearby vehicles. People stare aghast, knowing what you've done and clearly seeing the amount of cum dripping from your fingers.
Arriving at the house, you're worn. I lift you off the phallus the same as before, sliding you down into it initially. I communicate with you, "There's just one more request from me for now. Get your tongue on that seat and thoroughly clean it."
You glance at me, understanding my intention, then reluctantly ascend, crawling back onto your knees, trying to clean the site where the toy rests. The leather is saturated with your juices, almost as if someone has poured a giant pitcher of fluid. In your attempts to clean it thoroughly, I fondle your hair, dragging it to rub my member clean, before finally calling you inside, letting you know, "there's still more in store for you."
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