Random Motorcyclist

Clearly Samantha's head is fucked up. She'd seen a guy on a motorcycle today and her imagination took over. She'd always wanted to ride on one. Although she couldn't see the driver clearly she could make it up in her own mind. Between the first stop light and the second she'd already done more things in her head with him then should be possible. He caught her looking, ok starring. He lowered his mirrored sunglasses and winked at her. Just like that she was fucking soaked.

As she continued on her way she realized he'd slowed down and was behind her. She had no other stops to make but wanted to see if he'd follow if she did stop. Samantha pulled up to the next gas station. As she was fueling her car, that really didn't need it, she saw him pull up to the spot next to her. He leaned between the barriers and said "how about a ride". Samantha couldn't think fast enough to get an answer out. After an awkward pause she said "let me park my car". Samantha was visibly shaking. Could she really do this. Should she call Brad before to let him know in case she came up missing. Fuck it, you only live once.

As he pulled over to pick her up he took off his helmet and put it on her head. He carefully buckled it for her. Samantha was shivering in the hot air. Sweet anticipation. It could be just a ride. It would be the biggest thing she'd ever had vibrating between her legs though. Just those few things had her pussy throbbing.

He climbed on first and she climbed on behind him. He reached behind him and wrapped her arms around his middle. Samantha was holding on for dear life. Samantha was more then ready for her first ride. He didn't play it safe. He took off already going fast enough her adrenaline was on over time. As they flew down the streets Samantha started relaxing enough to enjoy everything about it. There were no words for the things happening down below to her.

Samantha finds her body reacting to every move he makes. When her thigh squeezes his from behind she's on high alert and back to super tense. It's no longer just a ride. Samantha imagines them pulling over and she has to shut her mind off. She is about to cum right here and now on this bike with this stranger. She could feel her hardened nipples straining against her bra.

As they approach a neighborhood she was totally lost on how she will handle this. Can she really let him take her to his house. Will she go in. Fuck, she knows she will. She has zero control once she's this fucked up.

They pull over to a small ranch style house. He pulls in the driveway. He gets off the bike and helps her down. He slowly unbuckles the helmet. He grabs her by the hand leading her to the front door. As they approach the porch he slides those mirrored glasses off. Piercing green eyes stare into hers. She might just be in love with those eyes. Samantha is certain hers have gone cloudy showing her desire. She doesn't care.

They make it in the front door and as he closes it he roughly pushes her back against it. He is kissing her neck in seconds and squeezing her tits as he goes. Samantha has her head thrown back giving him full access to both. As he slightly backs away to take of his jacket and shirt Samantha reaches down to remove her own shirt. She was glad she had picked the blue bra today as his eyes seemed to appreciate it. Samantha never wore white bras. Samantha had to wear sassy colors, it was her thing and it seemed to be working for her.

Once he was shirtless he was back to kissing her neck. He was very careful to avoid her mouth. Samantha had no idea why but it made her even hornier then ever. She liked his mouth, she'd like it other places but her mouth wasn't one. Once he could get his hands behind her back he did so unclasping her bra setting Samantha's large tits free. She felt no discomfort in him seeing them or her way too large nipples. He groaned and immediately lifted the right one up and started sucking her nipple. Samantha was squirming her legs back and forth trying to get friction on her clit anyway she could.

He sensed her needs and pulled her towards the couch. As they reached it he leaned over and unbuttoned her pants. Samantha didn't need romantic shit. She needed fucking relief. She pushed his hands away pulling down her own pants and panties in one quick movement. He sat on the couch pulling her forward. Once she was directly in front of him he stuck his face right in her pussy, taking a deep breath. Both his hand reaching back up to her boobs. He began pinching her nipples in a manner that should have hurt but didn't. Samantha spread her legs further a part. She had no shame. He went for it. Tongue to clit. Direct connect. Samantha bucked hard against him. She needed more.

Samantha pulled away dropping to her knees in front of him. She slightly pushed him back on the couch reaching to undo his pants. He was also impatient and pushed her hand away, standing up to remove his pants. He was commando. As his cock bounced free Samantha lost her breath. It was an average cock but the head on it was perfect. Samantha had a weakness for the perfect shaped mushroom head. His was damn near perfect. As he sat back on the couch Samantha raised up to her knees leaned forward and started stroking him up and down with her hand while her thumb was going around and around that head. She leaned forward taking him in her mouth. Slowly at first then faster. On a mission. It must have felt good as he was in a slow low groan. He stopped her.

He wasn't ready to cum yet. He helped her up, spun her around and sat her backwards in his lap. He wasn't in her yet but his cock was rubbing her clit in just the right way. She was bouncing around once again wanting something more. He lifter her by her hips. Once she was steady he reached down to hold his cock at the right angle. Samantha waisted no time positioning her cunt over it to take it in her in one motion. Ahhhhhh. Sweet heaven. He filled her pussy in all the right ways. As soon as she took off fucking him he was reaching from behind playing with her boobs. It was too much and neither were going to last long.

As they set the fast pace and ready to cross to the deep end he reached one hand down rubbing her clit as he pounded her pussy and Samantha was done. She was screaming "my pussy, my fucking pussy is coming hard". He had truly rocked Samantha's world. He filled her up. Cum still dripping out of her cunt once she stood up. Samantha turned around to look at him, his cum running down her legs. His eyes were even better now. They bright green dulled by the "fuck me" horny in them.

Samantha asked to use his restroom. Cleaning herself up. Leaving her panties behind, getting dressed. He was dressed and ready. Leading her by the hand out the door and back to the bike. Holy fuck her over sensitive pussy wasn't going to be able to handle the ride back. She wiggled the entire ride, leaving him chuckling at points like he knew.

As they got back to her car he once again helped her off the bike. He walked her to her car. He leaned in as if to try to kiss her. She turned her head away looking out the front windshield. She looked back at him, winked and said "thank you for the ride".

They didn't know each other's names, she could have tried to find out based on where he had taken her but her desire had been filled, she had no need to try. Samantha's pussy was stretched and filled, she was beyond satisfied.