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The Biker - 2
by "R" (wa2mzx@optonline.net)
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The next day she calls a tow truck to pick up her car.
When the truck arrives and she answers the door the
biker is standing there. She rides with him to pick up
the car and once again she submits to passions once
hidden deep inside her. (MF, oral, rough sex, wife-
cheat)
***
The sun streamed through the living room window and
passed over her eyes. She awoke with a start and looked
around. The memory of what had happened came rushing
into her consciousness and a smile came to her lips.
Then she heard the sound of her husband's footsteps as
he walked down the stairs. She started to panic as she
sat up and looked at her disheveled clothes and the
stain on her skirt. Quickly she tried to straighten
herself as he walked into the room.
"What are you doing on the couch?" he asked her. They
hadn't been getting along lately and usually it was him
that slept on the couch.
"I broke down on the side of the road last night and my
cell was dead," she answered. "I was stranded there for
a long time until a very nice couple stopped and gave
me a ride home."
He looked at her for a few seconds then spoke in a low
but stern voice. "Really? I guess it was well after
some biker used our driveway to turn around," he added.
He kept staring into her eyes and she was doing her
best to not look guilty. "It was pretty late so I just
crashed on the couch," she quickly shot at him then
rushed out of the room and upstairs to take a shower.
Her clothes dropped in a pile at her feet and she
stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over
her she heard her husband trying to open the door.
Since they started having problems she began locking
the door when she was in the bathroom.
"Why is the door locked?" he shouted.
She ignored him and he left. When she stepped out and
looked at her clothes she was glad he couldn't get in.
Her skirt was stained with her juices and the cum of
the biker she had fucked the night before. If her
husband had walked in and seen it there would have been
an argument for sure. It wouldn't have mattered to him
that many times he had come home late reeking of
perfume. He was full of double standards and that was
just one of the reasons the relationship was falling
apart.
With her clothes buried in the hamper she strolled out
of the bathroom in a towel and put on some shorts and a
t-shirt. The front door slammed as her husband left for
the day. She was relieved that he was gone and she
wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of questions. Her
car needed to be towed in so she called the service
station. The attendant told her that they wouldn't be
able to get to it and gave her the number of another
tow service. She called and they said they would have
someone there right away. She hung up and sunk back
into the couch to relax.
The ringing of the doorbell woke her and when she
glanced out the window to see who it was she saw her
car hanging from the back of a tow truck. When she
opened the door she was face to face with the biker she
had met the night before. He smiled and said hello as
he slowly looked her up and down. Her tiny terry shorts
had ridden up her crotch and her nipples were poking
through her sheer t-shirt. For a few seconds they just
stared at each other then the biker finally broke the
silence.
"Where would you like it?" he asked jokingly. She
couldn't help but smile.
"Do you mean the car?" she purred back. "Well for
starters let just take care of your car." She started
telling him where her service station was but he
stopped her.
"Why don't you just take a ride with me and show me?"
he asked as he winked. She reached inside and grabbed
her keys then followed him to the truck.
It was a bit of a ride to the station and at first they
rode in silence. She really didn't know what to say to
this guy. They had nothing in common except the sex
they had the night before and she was wondering if what
she was thinking was a good idea. She thought about how
she felt last night. She had never felt that way before
and just thinking about it excited her.
As they bounced along she became aware of the dampness
in the crotch of her terry shorts. She squeezed her
legs together tightly to try to keep her juices inside
but it was no use. This just made it worse and by the
time they reached the service station her shorts were
soaked. Now she was sorry she ran out of the house
without changing; or at least putting on panties.
They pulled into the driveway of the repair shop and
the biker got out opening her door. The truck was high
and as she got out she couldn't help the way her legs
opened. Her soaking wet crotch was right at eye level
and he couldn't miss seeing how wet she was. He helped
her out and when she was standing next to him she
looked up at his face. He smiled. "I guess you were
having a sexy daydream," he chuckled. She was too
embarrassed to say a word and just looked away quickly.
Her car was unhooked and pushed aside. The shop owner
told her it would be ready in the morning. The biker
quickly offered her a ride home and at first she was
going to refuse thinking it wasn't a good idea. Like a
man thinking with his "little head" she couldn't
control her desire and before she knew it she was back
in the truck.
"So, your pants all wet from thinking about last
night?" he asked. She wasn't used to this kind of
situation. Last night happened too fast for her to
think about it but this was different. Part of her
wanted to just let go but the other part knew it was
very wrong. He apologized for being so rude then once
again they drove along in silence.
She glanced over and her eyes fell to his crotch. There
was an unmistakable bulge in his pants and she had
trouble looking away. Then something came over her and
her hand seemed to move by itself across the truck. It
came to rest on his hard cock and she slowly rubbed it
through his jeans. He acted like he didn't notice and
kept his eyes on the road.
Then she lost all control and quickly unzipped his fly,
reached into his pants, and freed his swollen member.
She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it
slowly. Feelings were washing over her that she never
had in her life. It was like someone else was
controlling her. She unhooked her seatbelt and brought
her lips to the swollen head of his cock.
He acted like nothing was happening as she started
sucking his cock like a twenty dollar whore. She was
sucking every inch of him into her mouth completely
oblivious to the fact that they were on a crowded
highway in the middle of the day. She had never done
anything like this before, even with her husband.
She felt like some cheap slut but was loving every
minute of it. As she sucked his cock he reached down
the back of her shorts and worked his hand to her
pussy. He slipped a finger into her and started sliding
it in and out. She was soaking wet and started rolling
her ass with his rhythm.
He exited the highway at a service area and parked the
truck in a semi deserted spot. She looked up thinking
they had arrived at her house and was surprised to see
where they were. He grabbed her and threw her against
the passenger door. "Now I'm going to fuck you like a
truck stop whore," he growled as he slipped off his
jeans. Fear and excitement ran through her as she sat
there frozen. Before she could say anything he pulled
her legs apart and climbed on top of her.
Fear snapped her out of where her wonton passion had
taken her and she started to struggle. It was one thing
when she was in control but now it was like she was
being raped. She tried to get him off her and close her
legs but he was much too strong.
He pulled the wet crotch of her terry shorts to one
side and in one smooth stroke slid every inch of his
rock hard cock into her tight, dripping wet cunt. Her
body stiffened as his cock filled her and he started
pumping it in and out of her. In spite of her fear her
hips started moving with his and soon she was fucking
him back hard.
He pounded into her and fucked her like she was never
fucked before. In minutes she started to cum hard. As
she came she felt his body stiffen and he buried
himself deep inside her as he filled her with his come.
As soon as he was done he pulled his still hard cock
out of her pussy, grabbed her head, and jammed it into
her mouth. "Now I want you to suck it clean you fucking
slut," he growled. In spite of what she was feeling she
did just what he wanted and licked every drop of their
mixed juices off his softening cock.
As soon as he pulled his pants back on he started the
truck and drove out of the rest stop. He didn't say a
word as they drove the rest of the way to her house.
When they pulled into the driveway he reached over and
opened her door. She looked at him waiting for him to
say something. "I'll drop the bill off at your repair
shop," he said.
Then he nodded goodbye, closed the door, and drove
away.
She stood in her driveway for a minute with his cum
dripping down her thighs and couldn't believe what had
just happened. Even more unbelievable was that she
actually enjoyed it. As she walked into her house she
wondered if she would ever see him again. She knew she
would never feel the same with another man now that
what had been locked up inside her for so long had been
released.
After a long shower she fell onto the bed and drifted
into a deep sleep.
Will she ever see him again? Time will tell.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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