Every village has a Bike and I'm Lower Manhattan's. If you see me anywhere doing anything, you can go for a ride. It won't even cost you anything. Well, technically, you pay for me in your taxes. For six dollars a year you can fuck the village Bike anytime you want. That's my job. From 18 to 50 my job, my life is to go around town and get fucked, whenever, wherever. The only time I'm ever really off duty is between 11 and 6, giving me a chance to get some sleep and recover. There is a catch though. If you're going to fuck me, you have to do it right then and there. No taking me home, or even into an alley. It has to be out in the open and well...sometimes it turns into a bit of an ordeal.
Yesterday, for instance, I was in getting a coffee first thing in the morning when I felt a hand go up my skirt from behind. I spread my legs, not entirely sure what it was the man wanted. When it was my turn at the counter it became clear as he bent me over it and unzipped his pants. He had a monster-sized cock which he unceremoniously stuffed into my pussy. I propped myself up on my elbows while he fucked me and gave the barista my order. She must have been new, or from somewhere else or something because she could not stop staring. Still, she managed to take my order, despite it being interrupted by a few moans.
Despite myself, I braced on the counter and thrust back against him. Bikes aren't supposed to interact. They're supposed to just get on with their day. But his cock felt so good. When the barista came back with my drink he started tapping on my clit while placing his order. My eyes rolled back. If he kept that up I was going to cum. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling it as he continued to pound away at my pussy.
