[MF] The Ride Of Her Life – Part 1

**The Ride of Her Life.**

This is the first part in a new series I am writing. This is my first time back writing after a break that has lasted almost seven years. Please feel free to leave feedback, send me DMs, and offer future plot twist.

It had been weeks since she last saw him, and now here she was, riding bitch on the back of his Harley as they headed into the countryside for his club’s weekly party. Their destination was still over half an hour away, and was tucked back into the hills. The “cave” as they liked to call it was on the backside of a small mountain, and was nothing more than a huge opening in the side of the mountain. A little farm house sat near the cave, and was owned by the leader of the biker club, Frank.

Frank was one of those southern good old boys you hear everyone talk about. He was rough at the seams, and his age was showing, but his attitude and the .45 he carried on his side commanded allegiance. Everyone in the club had been personally vetted by Frank, and if anyone did anything that he disapproved of, they could expect to be thrown from the club without their bike nor their bitch. She had seen this personally, bared witness to his anger just month earlier when Frank hit one of the club members across the back with a logging chain when he was caught riding with another club. The guy had to be taken to the hospital, and no one was quite sure what happened to him after that.

It was things like this that attracted her to such rough and tumble men. During the week, she was a perfect little wife. She had a comfortable job at a bank, she drove a small BMW, and wore modest clothing. Her husband was a venture capitalist who was always giving money to some new company that was going to change the world. Unfortunately her husband worked out of town 4 days a week, two of which happened to be Friday and Saturday. His absence on the weekend forced her to find something interesting to do, and that is how she met Brandon.

She had been out drinking with her girlfriends one night, and they all left early to go home to their husbands. She decided to stay a little longer and have another drink. About half way through her margarita, this handsome man with a scruffy beard and leather jacket sat down beside her, and began chatting her up. Before she knew it, the bartender was calling last call, and she had drank four more overly strong drinks. She quickly realized that she was in no condition to drive herself home, so she asked her new friend if he could give her a lift.

As they headed out of the bar, he put his arm around her waist, and let his hand drop to her ass before giving it a very firm squeeze. It felt like his entire hand was larger than her whole ass, and the way he manhandled it made her pussy begin to flow. She was snapped back into reality when he said “hop on.” She had expected him to drive a dingy old truck, a van or something else that these types typically drove, but she never expected this huge black motorcycle that was now in front of her. She didn’t even know if she could ride it, let alone ride it in the thin skirt she was wearing.

He started the engine, and she raised one leg to get onto the small bump of a seat on the back fender. Her skirt had ridden up, and she could feel the cool leather against her thighs and freshly shaven mound. “Maybe tonight was not the night to go commando,” she thought to herself. He revved the engine up, which caused her to grip his waist tighter as they exited the bar’s parking lot. As they rode down the highway, she could feel every vibration from the motor as well as the road, and they were sending jolts of lightning straight to her clit. She was so wet by this point that she could feel the moisture dripping down the crease created by the seat and her thighs.

It was not just the vibrations that were turning her on though. She could smell the cigarette he was smoking, the leather from his jacket, the motorcycle’s exhaust, and that scent that an alpha male has when he was about to take a hot female and make her his for the night. She knew she should not invite him inside, but when he pulled into her driveway and stopping, she found herself unable to speak. He walked her to the door, and instead of saying goodbye, he picked her up by her ass cheeks, pushed her against the wall, and began furiously making out with her. Her skirt was around her waist, and she could feel something very large, and very hard pushing against her naked pussy.

When he broke the kiss, she simply said “Inside now!” They did not even make it to the stairs before she was completely naked, legs spread wide on the floor with his head between them. Her husband was never very good at eating pussy, but this new found friend was gifted. Within minutes he had her head withering back, and forth as wave after wave of orgasms hit her like nothing had ever done so before. He was licking her pussy, then sliding his tongue down to her asshole, and backup to her clit. He had two of his long fingers deep inside her, and was curling them up massaging her G Spot, the same place her husband said did not exist.

When she could take no more, she pushed his head away, and crawled up his body to clean herself off of his face. It was then that she suggested that they go upstairs, but he declined, saying that it was time to see her pretty little face on his cock, and he could not wait. As he stood up, she unbuckled his leather belt, its buckle making a loud thud as it hit the hardwood floors. That sound snapped her back into reality. Earlier that day she had served her mother in law tea sitting in this exact spot, and she had dropped a saucer which made a similar sound. Now here she was about to suck his cock, and it was such a long and beautiful cock, in the very same place her in law had sat just hours earlier.

His cock brushing her lips drew her attention back to the current situation, and when she saw how thick and veiny this monster was, she knew she had to have it in her mouth. Since her early teens, she had loved sucking cock. Her uncle was the first to teach her how, and even almost 15 years later, she still fantasizes about him, and the “Games” they use to play. This was a whole new level though. She was about to suck the first cock that was not her husband’s in more than five years. Still even as a small amount of guilt washed over her, she could not stop herself from inching her head forward. She took every last inch of it, and it had to be at least ten inches long, and close to three inches wide.

She was quite proud of herself when she could take no more. Here she was, her nose deep in this strangers pubic hair, her chin resting on his balls. His ten inch cock as deep as it could possibly go inside her tiny mouth. She contracted her throat muscles, while stroking the shaft with her tongue which elicited a deep moan from him. She then began to slowly remove his cock from her mouth, and when she got to the head, she slowly took it all in again. She could taste the precum on her tongue, and that only fueled her desire more. She continued to slowly deepthroat him for a few minutes until he had finally had enough.

He grabbed two fistfulls of her hair, and used them as handles to hold on to while he fucked her face. His pace quickened, and he was slamming his cock in and out of her mouth. She looked up with her eyes, tears of ecstasy dripping down the sides of her face. He mascara was running everywhere and she was a little scared, but that made her pussy gush even more. The thought that she had no control over what this man was going to do to her body excited her like nothing ever before. After about five minutes of this assault on her mouth and throat, she felt him tense up and begin blowing load after load of hot sticky cum down her throat. He pulled out on the last three spurts, and covered her face in it.

He fell back onto the couch, completely spent from his orgasm. As she began to stand up to go to the bathroom and clean up, he said “No clean it off with your fingers and swallow every drop like a good little whore. She had hated that word her whole life, but after hearing him say it, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to be his whore. She wanted to be used and abused by this powerful, yet rugged man. Her body was his, and even while thinking about her husband and their nice little life, she knew her pussy now belonged to this grungy biker she had just met only hours earlier.

When she was finished licking the cum from her fingers, he picked her up and asked where the bedroom was. He threw her onto the bed, and asked when her husband would be home. She said “Not for another 32 hours or so.” He said good, after I am done with you, you will need at least a day to recover. He then took off the bandana he wore on his head and used it to tie her hands above her head to the headboard of her bed. Then she saw that his cock was hard again, and it was now pulsating from the blood flowing through it….

To be continued.

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