3 comments/ 15102 views/ 0 favorites Motorcycle Man By: Teddybearsubmissive The desire that shot through my entire body when I saw him was like a jolt of electricity. He was the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Working at the store as a cashier definitely had lots of rewards now that he had come to town. Every day it seemed that he needed something. I'd hear the roaring of his motorcycle and my body would start to quiver when he walked through the door. He never seemed to show interest in any one person, but somehow all the other cashiers knew he made my pussy wet and throbbing, so they usually disappeared at the exact right moment so that he came through my line. At the end of my shift when I'd walk home, I'd think about his perfect body. I am definitely a muscle girl, and god did he have muscles. By the time I got home most days, I was horny and sopping wet. I'd end up going to the bathroom and running a hot bath. I'd take my beads with me and start gliding them into my pussy. Closing my eyes, I'd imagine his broad shoulders, strong hands, and long sexy run your fingers through it hair. In no time I was always fucking myself so hard and fast the water in the tub made waves, that lapped greedily at my hot core. I'd cum moaning his name... The other cashiers told me I should talk to him, maybe even ask him out, but I'm not what you'd call the sexiest chick on the block. I'm no where near skinny, and although I have long sandy blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, I honestly didn't feel I had a chance. My standard reply to their prodding was, "Yeah right, when hell freezes over." This routine went on for several months. He'd come to the store almost daily, and I'd watch maybe get the nerve to say hi; then I'd go home and fuck myself while thinking about him, until one day all that changed. It started out as a fairly normal day for me, except that it was spring cleaning time at the store, and I needed to do my required cleaning. I was towards the back of the store cleaning the chrome and windows on the meat counter. I had just dropped my cleaning rag and was bending over to pick it up when everything shifted. Losing my balance, I started to fall forwards. Forgetting about the rag, I planted both of my hands flat palm side down on the floor to steady myself. My big ass was out in full view, GRRRR. Then I saw a pair of legs directly behind me. 'Oh God,' I thought. Then I felt something rubbing up against me. If felt like a man with an erection, but I told myself there was no way. Then I felt hands on my waist. I was in shock. Someone was touching me, than I heard this deep sexy voice, "Do you need some help?" I wanted to scream, 'Noooo, go away.' I recognized that voice...it was him. My skin blushed turning the color of maraschino cherries. Fuck, this can't be happening to me. Then I felt his body start to lean over mine. His pelvis was snug against my ass, his hands on my hips, and his upper body was bending over mine putting my back to his rock solid abs. His mouth right by my ear whispered, "Hey sexy, I asked if you needed any help?" 'Oh God I thought, my body was betraying me. I could feel my slit getting wet. My cunt lips were throbbing. I could smell my sex emanating my arousal. 'mmmmmmm' I thought. Just his voice makes me want to cum right her, right now. "N-n-n-n-o-o-o," I finally stammered. "I'm just picking up my cleaning rag, ummm, thanks any way." "What a shame," was sexily blown into my ear. Then he moved his right hand and rubbed two fingers across the crotch of my pants. It happened so fast I thought maybe I'd imagined it, but then another stroke came. I jumped up and turned around, but he was gone. My heart was beating out of my DD chest. My legs were shaking and my juices had leaked through my underwear and pants. God, I needed to be fucked. My whole body was trembling with need. Telling the other cashiers I was going on break, I made my way on shaky legs to the ladies restroom. I needed to calm myself down. After checking to make sure the bathroom was empty, I went into a stall and pulled my pants and undies down. Being a plus size woman was going to make this difficult, but I just couldn't wait. I sat down on the toilet and spread my legs. I took my hand and ran it up underneath my shirt. Unsnapping my bra, I pulled it aside and took both of my hands and cupped my aching tits, pinching the nipples between my thumb and finger. I moaned out load. There was no way I could suppress it, I was so hot. Then leaving one hand at my tit, I let the other trail down to between my legs. I slowly rubbed my clit pinching it just a little at the same time I pinched one of my nipples. "Oh God," I groaned. "You are such a dirty little slut, getting off at work, in the bathroom, on the toilet." I didn't think twice about talking out loud. The bathroom was at the back of the store and empty. My fingers were slick with my hot dew, so I deftly found my fuck hole and put two fingers inside of me 'mmmmm' I was so hot and tight, so in need of a fuck. With my other hand I undid the buttons on my shirt, cupping the underside of my left pierced breast; I pushed it up as high as I could. Then I lowered my head, opened my mouth and began to suckle my nipple. God, oh God, I tasted so good, and I felt so hot. I put a third finger inside of me and began to finger fuck myself hard and furiously. My mouth bit down hard on my nipple making me scream in the back of my throat. I nibbled, licked and sucked while finger fucking myself. My twat muscles tightened, my stomach clenched and then you could hear water hitting water as I orgasmed and squirted at the same time. My mouth left my breast, and I screamed, "Fuck, oh yeah, I'm cumming. You are a dirty bitch squirting into the toilet unable to control yourself." The last drops left my body, and I still sat there shaking from the explosion that had wracked my body. After gaining a small amount of strength, I pulled my fingers from my pussy. Putting them to my nose, I took a long deep breath inhaling my smell. Then I shoved the fingers one by one into my mouth licking every drop of my cum off every inch. After a few more minutes of calming down, I righted my clothing, cleaned up my pussy as best as possible and washed my hands, then left the bathroom. Not paying attention, I walked a couple of steps until I heard someone clearing their throat behind me. "Um hmm uhh." I swung around and came face to face with him, my motorcycle man. He looked at me with the sexiest I know what you did smile and said, "Glad you finally allowed me to participate a little in your fucking of yourself. I'm sure this time was a little easier for you since you had my touch to go on and not just my looks." The smug smile was in full view as he walked by me, smacking my ass as he did. I gasped, whirling around to watch him go. He stopped and looking over his shoulder, flipping his hair out of his face, he looked into my eyes and gave the parting blow. "Maybe next time, sexy bitch, you'll be so kind as to invite me to join you in fucking your twat." And with that, he turned and left the store, leaving me breathless, heart pounding, and once again moisture building between my legs. Motorcycle My Ass! The storm I knew was coming suddenly blew in right there in front of me. I'm speaking, of course about my wife Jill. "Honey, what's that out in the garage?" she asked sweetly. Believe me, it wasn't all that sweet if you looked in her eyes and knew what she was getting at. Naturally, I adopted Defense Method 1: Play Dumb. "What are you talking about, babe?" "Are you fucking kidding me? You want to pull this shit? Are you serious?" "What?" Long pause. "What?" Note to self: forget Defense Method 1. It doesn't work as well as you might hope, especially when she goes directly to Response Condition 3. "Ok, you're going to go there and now you're going to pay for it." Before I could respond, Jill grabbed me by the hair, dragged me violently out to the garage and placed me squarely before the object of my latest desire. I have never been able to believe the strength this little woman has, the determination and the fearlessness she musters when the moment calls for action. Where does it come from and why can I make no defense against it? I'm bigger and stronger but she goes into another world and I'm sorry, call me a wimp but I swear, there's no fighting back. It's like I'm paralyzed or something. If this is an example of moral authority I'm going to have to get myself some of it in the future. That shit is powerful! My hair was burning at the roots. Before us stood a gleaming brand new Harley. Duh, like I didn't know. Still, Defense Method 1 requires Defense Response 1. "Oh, that! That's our new bike!" "Oh, I see" she said, her sarcasm was getting edgy. One might say an insane kind of edgy. "And how did "we" pay for "our"...new...bike?" "Well" I replied taking a mature, serious tone, the echo of the recently failed Defense Method 1 and it's associated response still fresh in my mind and even worse, still fresh in hers, "I got a really great interest rate on an unsecured loan through the credit union. I think you'll be proud of me when you see how great the terms are." She just looked at me, eyeing me steadily, not talking. Ah, there it was, the opening I was looking for. In another second I'd be making the old look at the money we're saving by spending now argument. I liked the way this was going. Maybe Defense Method 1 didn't suck so badly after all. One just has to see it through and develop it a little bit. I was getting ready to hit her with my next point about how I negotiated a deal so great it may even make the evening financial report when Jill jumped in. "That's what I thought." And with another mighty tug of my hair, she dragged me through the house to the bedroom. "Drop those jeans" she demanded and in a second they were on the floor. I well knew by this time what was going to happen, having had nothing else to think about on my trip from the garage to the bedroom, passing through the kitchen, TV room and down the hall except whether I should get hard saddle bags or soft leather for the bike, what were we going to have for supper and was Elaine's tits on Seinfeld perfect or could they have been just a little larger? Suddenly I heard a whoosh and felt a terrible stinging pain against my poor, defenseless cock. Although I personally was dreading what was to come, my cock, free, gulping fresh air and finding himself in the presence of his favorite personage was apparently rising in morbid anticipation, the dumb fucking idiot. "You can forget that" she said to me or my cock or perhaps the both of us together, I wasn't quite sure on that point. Her fucking back scratcher was flying through the air for a second trip. "You're going to wish you never heard of a motorcycle when I finish with you." I flinched and it landed on my thigh stinging like a hell convention at a needle factory. Let me tell you about this "back scratcher." This wasn't your everyday piece of cheap plastic crap you get at the county fair for losing the ball toss. This baby was made out of prime green bamboo. The back of the hand was long and flat until it's tiny little fingers curled frontward at the last minute. Jill had broken the shaft so being a nice guy, I glued a piece of 3/8" dowel to it increasing its length and in effect adding a handle making this thing a whip. This god damned thing was ferocious and in the hands of a mad Jill was a weapon of ass destruction. She would use the curly part of it on her back and the flat part of it on my ass. She pushed my head down towards the bed where I braced myself, my ass hanging out in the cold. "Spread those legs, you fucking asshole." As the man says, resistance is futile and I was about to get the whipping of my life. Jill laid into me with a vengeance. Stroke after stroke fell across my ass. It burned, it stung, my ass got hotter and hotter with the rushing blood. I knew it was getting redder and redder until, I felt sure, we were at the point where welts would rise with each stroke. The whole time, Jill kept up an amazing diatribe of abuse and invective telling me how it would be a month before I could sit on a motorcycle but don't worry about it because the men from the shop would be by to pick it up and take it back long before my ass healed. She hit my left cheek, then my right, high, low, in-between. Sometimes she hit the same spot several times in a row, driving her points home with each stroke. Sometimes just the hand part found its place and other times just the cane part sliced into and through me in a searing pain marking me as her bitch. That foul mouth of which I had always been so fond was beginning to lose its appeal to me. The strokes continued, over and over and over. Time was non existent, my thoughts lost to me in a fog of nothingness and still the whipping continued. I could hear the cracks of it hitting my or for all I knew someone's body as well as the whooshing of displaced air. My arms were weakening and trembling. I was getting ready to collapse. I was getting close to passing out. Jill flipped me over using her knee in my gut as a lever so that suddenly I was lying face up. Without missing a stroke, she started whipping my thighs and stomach, getting closer and closer to my now terrified cock. I have to admit that even I was getting somewhat alarmed at this point. After all, we were best friends and had faced many trials, tribulations and not a few successes during our time together and would hopefully have a few more to face in the future if this crazy little mad woman would just calm the fuck down. Who'd of thought she'd feel so strongly about a motorcycle? I actually began to think through all the pain that maybe this wasn't quite fair of her and that I'd be god damned if I was even going to give her a ride on the mother fucker before it got taken back. Fuck her! Jill made a few swipes towards my cock, stopping just short. I admit it, he was shriveled like a three year old boy and I don't blame him. Out of a normal defense reflex I covered with my hand what had been my proud, bold manhood, my friend and confidant, my co-pilot, my whole total being. I know, I'm shallow. If you had a cock that loved you as much as mine did, you would be too. Thwack! My hand took the blow that was meant for him. "Turn over!" I did as ordered, making sure "Hairy" was fully protected between me and the bed. It had been a close call. The plush soft spread felt pretty good down there. I moved around in a short circular motion as the whipping continued, putting all the pressure you know where. Getting a couple of even harder hits soon put an end to the motion nonsense. As my ass neared what must have been it's utmost endurance before actually being shredded, Jill, her anger finally subsiding took a few more swipes at the back of my legs. She stood there silently, surveying my glaring red torn-up backside, her breathing hard from her labors. She then fell onto the bed panting heavily, not saying a word. Both of us were sweating, her from exhaustion and me from pain. After a few minutes, she said, "Get me a fucking glass of water." I rose with difficulty and grabbed my jeans off the floor. She made another swipe at me with the fucking back scratcher and said, "You don't need those fucking jeans. Get it now!" Man, some people are just fucking wound too tight! I got the water from the fridge. She took a few quick gulps then handed it to me. I finished it and put the glass on the nightstand. I was about to get up and leave with a quiet refined dignity when she pulled my head gently close to hers, looked me sweetly in the eyes and said, "Honey, you know you should have discussed this with me. This is a big purchase." "I know" I said. I got caught up and just thought that since we've talked about it the last several years that you would be cool with it." "I don't really mind that you have it, but we should have bought it together, that's all" and with an easy motion, she pulled a breast out of her shirt and fed her nipple to my mouth. Wow, this girl moves fast! She had removed her bra while I was gone and put her shirt back on. A moment ago she's tearing up my ass like there's no tomorrow and in seconds she tells me she's ok with the bike and is nursing me with a beautiful tit! Not one to argue or hold a grudge, I accepted the nipple and began to forget about how much my ass still throbbed and even decided that however long it takes to return to normal, it was worth it. I know, I'm stupid and a whore, but fuck it, I am what I am. Our unspoken rule is that no matter what we do, no matter how off the wall we get or how dominating one of us can occasionally be, we always end by restoring the other's dignity. It is a time of grace and redemption and often the best part of us comes out through our love for each other. Humiliation of one is followed by the humility of the other. Both have grown and both are healed. Both are strengthened. Jill switched me to her other sweet nipple and after a few minutes of stroking the back of my head and making comforting sounds, she withdrew her breast and said, "You're not off that easy yet, bucko. I built up quite a sweat pounding your ass and since I know you don't like sweaty pussy, you have one more job to do before you redeem yourself. Her look was steady and strong. She was serious and willing to go to the mat should I be so stupid to resist. Although I love freshly bathed pussy, I really hate eating sweaty smelly cunt but again, I'm not one to argue so I accepted my fate, slid down her legs while pulling off her jeans and panties and steeled myself to the beautiful albeit smelly world that awaited me. Plus, sore ass or not, guess what I was riding to work tomorrow!