As a note, this story is mostly written about two years ago, there are 12 ish parts already so no worries, they are coming, I just didn't want to blow my comfort wad before I found my drive to write again.
This is a work of fiction, written out of a bored spell because I have nothing else to do, so forgive any basic errors. Constructive criticism is appreciated, feel free to leave any comment it doesn't mean I have to read it though.
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The ride was both miserable and the best thing she had ever experienced in her life, every bump, every jostle drove the piece of plastic between her thighs deeper. The engine was vibrating the entire frame with each rev and each acceleration Jonathon took, Susan felt on her sex. She was so wet and on edge that she didn't know how she managed not to cum all over his seat as he finally pulled into a small house in a sleepy neighborhood.
They sat outside for a moment as Jonathon opened the garage door with a remote he had fished from his pocket. Susan sat there quaking and whimpering as her hands slipped down his front. She couldn't wait any longer with her mind fogged over from the ride. She found the front of his pants and heard a dark growl from him as she slipped her hands inside. She smiled, thinking the sound was possibly the sexiest thing she had ever heard. Purring like a content kitten she wrapped her cool hands around his hot length. She moaned as she slowly worked him from base to tip only to gasp and grip him tightly as he revved the engine and darted them into the garage door.
She nearly fell off as he suddenly engaged the kickstand and spun off the bike and out of her grasp. Instead, he yanked her off the seat, the dildo still lodged deeply in her. His helmet was cast aside and hers was pulled from her head roughly, so that he could deliver another one of those lip bruising kisses. Her jacket was suddenly open and her dress was the only thing between his hands and her skin, but that was still too much as her fingers clawed at his chest. "Please...," she said breathlessly as he broke their kiss, "so wet... so close. Fuck me please sir." She was trembling now as she looked up into his eyes pleadingly.
His face was the epitome of controlled animalism. He looked down at her with dark blue eyes and his chest hummed against her hands for a moment as his hands wrapped around her forearms to push her away again. His entire body was tense as if he were going to jump her and tear her to shreds in his need, which she knew she would love far too much for her own good.
He looked at her and then to his bike his face not giving away any emotion. Her eyes followed his, gasping and whimpering as she realized the large wet spot on the seat was from her. He reached down and scooped up some of her juices on two fingers and right before her gaze sucked his fingers clean. She couldn't think of a sexier thing in her life, and as he looked at her she thought she may cum just from the look he gave her.
"You taste good pet," he said to her evenly, still not giving into lust anywhere near as much as she had. He grasped the back of her head and spun her about forcing her easily to bend over the bike with her face in her own mess. "You've made a mess, now you'll clean it up won't you? Like a good gurl?" he asked her, but before she could reply he pulled the dildo from her and she felt the head of his cock touch her over heated clit and moaned loudly. "Won't you be a good cum slut?" that single question nearly sent her over the edge with him so close to fucking her.
