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I’ve been riding bikes for most of my life and have gone through a variety of styles, from enduros to street bikes, but now I have a Harley Road King. It’s an older bike, 10 years old, but it’s gorgeous. Hell, I treat this baby better than my ex. Not saying I mistreated her by any means, but Quinn, my bike was taking most of my time.
The chrome was spotless, and the tank had custom art and the tightest, straightest pinstripes you’d ever seen. The bright green stripes contrasted against the gunmetal paint job like nothing you’ve ever seen before.

I was riding back from a rough day at work and stopped off at a local bar called Hell’s Kitchen. The food is horrible, but the drinks are stiff and it’s easy to pick up a game of darts or pool. I’m almost a regular here and get along well with most of the staff.

“Double scotch?” Maribel asked from behind the counter.

“You know me too well Mari,” I said with a smile.

She grabs a 20-year-old scotch and pours a generous portion.

“Here you go,” she said, setting the drink in front of me.

I look around and there are a lot fewer people here than usual. The one percenters were probably out on a ride.

“Has it been this slow all night?” I asked.

“Yea, and looks like you’re my last customer. They cut me just before you walked in,” she said with a slight look of disappointment.

“What do you have going on?” I asked.

“Not a thing, I was expecting to be here another three hours,” she said.

“And your old man? I haven’t seen him for a while now,” I said, looking around the dingy bar.

“He and the crew are on an all-nighter riding to the casino in Reno,” she said.

“He’s a mean son of a bitch Mari, I don’t know why you’re still with him. You can do better.”

She parsed her lips and had a look of hesitation that washed over her face. There was something that she wanted to say, but she didn’t. Instead, she turned and started washing a glass that was by the sink.

I finished my scotch and set a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.

“That should cover it, the rest is yours,” I said, turning and walking back to Quinn.
“Hey, um…Eric?”

I turned around and saw her bring her eyes up to mine from the tip.

“Yea?”

“Care to take a girl out for a ride?”

“Fuck yea, any excuse to stay on the road,” I said with a grin.

I went out to the bike, started the engine, and let the purr rattle my bones. I revved her a few times and watched Maribel make her way from Hell’s Kitchen.
Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and the exposed skin of her breasts poking from her low-cut shirt jiggled with her every step. I never asked, but I’d guess them to be double D’s. She wasn’t the skinniest girl, and that’s what I liked about her. She wore some tight-fitting jean shorts and black boots with a buckle on the side.

I handed her my helmet as she approached. She put it on, but I could tell it was a bit large for her head.

“You ready?” I yelled out, looking into her green eyes.

She nodded and waited for me to brace the bike to allow her on.

Her long left leg swung over the back and the bike lowered as she sat down.

“Where do you want to go?” I shouted.

“Anywhere,” came the reply, and with that, we rode off for a good fifteen minutes heading onto the windy back roads.

Things were innocent enough, she kept her hands on my hips and a good amount of space between us, but the farther we got, the closer she came forward against me. I couldn’t help but notice the enormous tits pushing into my back now, and after hitting a small pothole, her hand grazed over my cock. I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not, and the more I wondered about it, and it had to have been the latter. There was a nice straight away and I really opened Quinn up. The bike shook and the engine roared, and I could have sworn Maribel had moaned. No, I know full well that’s what I heard, and to make things worse, she was grinding her crotch into me.

I pulled off the road and turned back to look at Maribel.

She smiled the most mischievous grin I had ever seen and she leaned in closer, caressing my cock with both hands.

“Get off the fucking bike,” I said, cutting the engine.

She did and circled around me. I turned up the radio and played the Meliora album. Maribel’s hips began to sway and she tossed her top at me. Fuck, she looks amazing. Her skin was tanned and her dark areolas tightened in the cool breeze. I reached out, grabbed her by the waistband of her shorts, and pulled her toward me.

My lips circled her nipples with a kiss and a suck, and I felt them harden under the caress of my tongue. She held my head, directing me to each of her enormous tits. I wrapped my hands around her ass and pulled her into my knee. I could feel the heat from between her thighs as she rocked against me.

“Just fuck me already,” she said in a voice of desperation.

I lifted myself from the bike and grabbed her hand, dragging her to some large nearby rocks. We spun around, lips locked against each other’s, and our tongues danced together.

My hands lowered to her shorts and quickly unbuttoned them, finally lowering the zipper, and pulled the shorts down to the ground. She wasn’t wearing panties, and I could see from the glistening of her lips that she was all ready to go. I ran my hands up her inner thighs, spread her legs, and parted her lips with my tongue.

“Mmmm, no, I need your cock inside me,” she said with a quiver in her voice as my tongue flicked over her clit.

Her juices were simply divine and I couldn’t have enough. I pushed my middle finger deep inside and sucked her clit into my mouth.

“Oh fuck! Oh…GOD!” she screamed as I felt her pussy contract around my finger, and as her clit twitched between my lips, I sucked her into my mouth hard. I could feel her legs shaking against my head and before she was done, she pulled me up and quickly began undoing my pants. My dick sprung as if it were freed from a denim prison.

“I said, fuck me!”

There was a fire in her emerald eyes as if they had been set ablaze by lust and desire.

I pushed her up against the rock and lowered myself so my cock head rest at her soaked entrance. Our eyes locked as I thrust my hips into her, burying myself into the base of my dick. I pumped my enormous, rock-hard cock in and out of her. Her juices flowed down my legs.

“Yes, this is what I need, faster, FASTER,” she begged.

As I pumped myself faster and harder into her, her screams of pleasure echoed into the dark against the nearby hills.

Sweat ran down our bodies as the sound of my skin slapped against hers.

“Yes! Cum inside me, mark me as yours!” she said in a way that made me believe there will be no gratification until I fulfilled her desires.
The head of my cock swelled as I felt my precum pour into her already soaking-wet cunt. With my climax quickly approaching, my pace intensified. Her tits shook with my every thrust.

“Yes yes yes yes!” she squeaked her voice becoming higher pitched.

My cock clenched, holding back its release as long as feasible, but it was too late. With one last thrust, I held myself deep and released. The muscles of my cock throbbed as it sprayed my cum deep into her, and no later than the begin of my orgasm, I began to feel her milking my cock, draining every drop of my seed and drinking it into her. We held each other in place as our orgasms subsided, and as I withdrew my cock from her, our juices dripped down onto the ground, creating a small pool of mud.

“I’m sorry,” she said, knowing that if her husband found any of this out, we’d both be dead.

“Don’t worry,” I said, wiping off a string of cum from the tip of my dick, and wiping off her thick white cream that had gathered around my base. I pulled my pants up.

“You want to ride her home? If it got you that wet while riding bitch, just wait until you have the muscle between your legs.”

NSFW: yes

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