ꟷ tHE GIFT ꟷ
"Finally! " Lara Croft thought when she opened the garage door to find her new toy delivered, not exactly the time it was promised, but two weeks late. However, it seemed to be done right this time. 500 pounds of quality Japanese engineering on two wheels, painted in night black was waiting for his new master.
Kawasaki Ninja H2R with its 998cc engine was the wet dream of every cyclist. And as if that was not enough, Lara had asked for several custom upgrades. Being a rich countess had definitely its advantages.
She felt like a little girl unwrapping her Christmas present as she laid her hand gently on the carbon fiber body and caressed his curves. It felt cold but muscular, firm but powerful.
Straddling the saddle she enjoyed the hard foam pressing against her vulva. It was one of the custom designs she ordered. The exact shape she had drawn herself on a computer and it had taken numerous reshaping until it was done right. It was not obvious just by looking at it, but when she sat on it a bulge the right size applied firm pressure on her clitoris. Another bulge was designed to face her rectum when she accelerated.
Pushing the start button she turned the machine on and immediately felt the power of the untamed beast under her. He was purring like a content lion. For a short while, Lara enjoyed the subtle vibrations spreading out her abdomen. Her skin-tight leather suit, which looked like a catsuit rather than motorcyclist wear, revealed more than it concealed. Wearing nothing underneath, Lara was naked for all practical purposes. She let out a silent sigh as she felt herself getting wet. After a couple of minutes, she got used to the strength of the vibrations and wanted more. She leaned forward, grabbed the phallic acceleration handle, and jerked it just a little bit. The machine responded with a roar and Lara almost came. The thought of having the power of 300 horses ready between her legs excited her even more.
She jerked and released the handle a couple of times and let the feeling of being penetrated by a mighty, invisible lover take her over. Getting into the mood, she started grinding her crotch against the seat, enjoying the vibrating bulge sliding up and down her labia. Her weight was pushing the other dimple against her anus, causing her sphincter to stretch, which was followed by a reflexive clenching.
Turning the acceleration handle more she managed to make the vibrations reach the depth of her wet tight fuck canal, where she conveniently had placed two large ben-wa balls, for her daily kegel exercises. She felt the billiard ball-sized orbs rattling against each other in her vagina. She wished she had stuffed her ass too. Well, maybe next time, she thought. This beast wasn't going anywhere without her.
She twisted the handle to the max with carefully placed intervals of release, lifted her feet from the ground let the metal monster take her to the limit. The loud roars were masking her moans and yelps of ecstasy. Pussy juice was dripping from the seat to the floor. She pulled down the zipper of her suit from her neck to her belly. Her supple and firm breasts forced the cleavage open, almost jumping out in excitement. She lay her bare chest on the gas tank to feel the power of the beast on every part of her body. The strength of the vibrations caused her teardrop-shaped orbs to pop out of the suit. Her erect nipples were a blur due to movement.
It didn't take long before she came in spasms, her legs trying desperately to clench and close, but the motor not allowing it. She orgasmed so hard that she squirted delicious pussy juice, which landed on the glowing hot exhaust pipe, hissing as it vaporized. When Lara slowly came down from the waves of pleasure and turned the engine off, a delightful and exotic aroma was diffusing into the garage that was all too well known to Lara Croft.
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Lara Croft knew enough human sexuality to know that the right amount of teasing will result in more pleasure. She loved to tease and she was an expert in it. What she didn't stand was misogynistic wannabes, whose mouths wrote checks their asses couldn't cash. She had encountered enough of them to know playing with them would be no fun. Those boys were like guns shooting blanks, they made a loud noise but didn't hit the target. Unlike real dominant assholes. Lara liked to play with them, toy with them, like a jaguar toying with its prey. She'd allure them to her trap, carefully observing their moves, making them think they're in control. That was fun. A game. A hunt.
The boy she left with a hard-on was a balloon, who probably would have popped into his pants if she rubbed his bulge a little while longer. The others though, looked like sport. She'd fuck 'em. But they had to sweat a bit for it. They had to be fantasizing about her on their bikes by now. Thinking this she jerked the accelerator further and enjoyed the feeling of her crotch gradually being pressed more and more against the custom seat. Five rock-hard cocks were chasing her sweet wet pussy.
She had to refrain from speeding more though. Wouldn't be any fun if none of them made it to the barn before her. And if she took this seriously, with her driving skills and the 300hp Kawasaki Ninja under her, none of them had the slightest chance. She slowed down until the first one could be seen on the side mirror. She let him catch up with her. After all, he had to think he had a chance.
The following part of the road became a little crooked. Lowering herself down over the curves she couldn't help herself from getting even hornier. She really had designed that seat well. Every right turn was causing the seat-dents to part her left labia, every left turn the right one. She felt herself getting so soaking wet that by now the suit must have been leaking. In fact, the guy driving right behind her was wondering where the little droplets on his helmet shield came from. There wasn't even a single cloud in the sky.
Getting more and more aroused on the crooked road, Lara jerked the acceleration handle on the last plain, causing the motorcycle to rear up. She almost came from the pressure she suddenly felt against her sphincter. Her moans got muffled by the roar of the 998cc engine. When the front wheel finally touched the asphalt again there was no sight of the gang on her side mirror. "I let myself get a little carried away," she thought, but what the heck. Maybe she'd fuck that handsome boy anyway.
