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Riders

By: babylondementia



Addie Scott glanced up in disgust as the transit car's door opened with a blast of chill snowy air. Two figures slid in on the tail of the blast and settled giggling in a rear corner seat. The homeless bundle drowsing, bestirred itself to see if he could panhandle from the newcomers and lapsed back into his stupor as the doors bumped shut. Addie sniffed dubiously at the odor of unwashed vagrant as it wafted down the aisle past her, then returned to her white vinyl Bible while the train resumed speed.

Laughter from the end of the car broke into her quiet meditation, and she glared at the two in the back. A boy, blond haired and dressed in a western hat and battered black trench coat was hanging upside down from the hand rails at the top of the car. On the seat the girl clapped her hands and laughed.

"You'll beak your neck with your foolishness," the sharpness of her own voice startled her, echoing in the near empty car. "And it will be your own fault." Addie snapped. He swung down, the train rocking gently. He stood watching her return to her book, the girls voice reached her.

"What an old haggis!" She had an odd accent. Foreigners, the old woman thought, God had better things to do than watch out for crazy foreigners.

The train rumbled in to the tunnel, interior lights now augmented by the fluorescence flicking past. They reached another station, and the car opened and closed its doors futilely before continuing on its way. 

"I'm hungry," the girls voice had a childish tone with a lisp.

"I know honey. We'll find something. Soon." He was trying to be soothing.

"Not soon, now!" Addie revised her idea of the couple. More than likely brother watching his younger sister. She felt a wave of righteousness swell inside her. She had saved him from being injured and the girl taken by criminals, but for her watchfulness, the grace of God and her prayers.

A shadow fell over her. The girl looked to be no more than fourteen or so, An oversized leather coat covered her from neck to the ground. Underneath a lace trimmed party dress of black velvet came down to her ankles and laced up granny boots. Out from her wide brimmed felt hat hung long, dark, corkscrews curls. Her face was heart-shaped with wide violet eyes.

"What are you reading?" 

"The Bible, The Word of God." She glanced down the aisle. the boy sat watching feet stretched on the bench in front of him, smoking.

"What word is God's? There's a lot of words in that book." Could she possibly be as innocent as she seemed? Addie began a lecture on the word of God and the salvation of souls.

"When did he write all this?" the girl interrupting, sat down on the floor at Addie's feet.

"Many years ago.."

"Wow." the girl paused in thought, "What if there were someone who was, ok, like, a thousand years old, or maybe older, and they never heard of what is said in that book at all."

"Then they would be lying, because the Lord God Sent his only Begotten Son to the world of sinners to redeem them, two thousand years ago."

"But what if there was a person who had been alive for thousands of years and had lived in Jerusalem and never heard of this Jesus Christ person?"

"It is impossible," Addie felt her patience wearing thin. "Firstly, because only a holy man can be graced by The Lord to live that long, and, also because the Bible states that Jesus lived there at this time." she took a breath to stress her point, "The Bible does not lie. Man lies"

"But, that book was written by men." the girl raised an eyebrow.

"Goodly men who had heard the Word of God."

"But they were men." The girl stood up. "So, I will tell you this. Primus, there are persons in this world that have lived for much longer that your book has been in print. Or there has even been a printing press." her voice had lost it's youthful tones, there was no trace of a child in her bearing now. "Secondus, your book and your explanation constantly contradicts itself, and your not even smart enough to question it. How pathetic."

"Impossible! One does not question the word of God!" Addie Scott rose from her seat in wrath, her bags falling to the floor, raising her Bible before her like a sword.

"The whole of your religion is based on a badly orchestrated lie."

"Now you listen here...!"Addie's words were cut off by the girl's hand wrapping about her throat. Her violet eyes and pretty face contorted into a masque of otherworldliness.

"Listen to me, old woman,"came the guttural rumble, "I have seen the past before your silly books were written. Before the maggot of that insidious filthy worm you call Christianity was hatched from the back brain of corrupt degenerate politician." She plucked the volume from the woman's hand. As she held it high, a sound like a sharp cough as the book burst into flames. Addie reached incoherently for the burning book as it tumbled flaming and charring from the girls hand

"I can tell you tales, you twisted child of your father, to make your soul scream, but you have no soul anymore." The girl was lifting the woman by her throat, corrective shoes kicking helplessly in the air.

"You sold it to a fantasy so you would not feel the need to take responsibility for your choices." the drunk in the seat cringed away behind her whimpering, 

"You gave it away so you could blame others for your faults and actions when you got yourself in trouble." She shook the larger woman above her head like a terrier shakes a rat.

"Now answer me," Drool began to drip from the woman's gaping mouth as her face turned purple with asphyxiation. "What have you gotten away with? How many lives have you destroyed with your lies and your petty minded hate?"

In answer, Addie Scott's long life began to flicker before her eyes. The daughter she threw out, the children and grandchildren she had abused in the name of her God, a thousand, thousand days began to march by in ranks.

"Answer me!" The girl's jaw dropped by inches gaping wide to show the curved pearl like flashes of her inches long incisors. Addie tried to think of the words to a prayer, any prayer. All she could see in her mind was the last glimpse of her daughters drawn and tearful face as she evicted her from the house for wearing clothes she did not approve of. Numbness was settling in every weakly flailing limb as oxygen drained from her brain.

"Now tell me, are you really so pure and good?' Bright violet eyes gleamed in the shadows, ivory teeth nearing her face. "Did you really get away with your crimes?" Adelaide Scott felt the prick of sharp teeth in her neck cut through her dizziness and her body began to fail to answer her commands. There was a roaring in her ears. 

"Now it's time to find out the truth about your god, child, welcome to the other side." The last sound Addie heard was the crack of her own cervical vertebra as the lights went out for the final time.

The leather clad child gently arranged the woman's body in the seat. Lolling head balanced on her shopping bags. An old woman fallen asleep in the train. Wiping the saliva from her coat with the dead woman's cheap polyester scarf, her violet eyes scanned the derelict shivering on the bench as she drifted down the aisle.

"Be forgetful," she commanded, "Be gone"

The train pulled into the next station, the doors opening back into the night again. The homeless man fled out of one door, the girl followed by the pale boy out the other.

He put his arm around her now warm shoulders and held her to him. The train closed up and pulled away.

"You know something, sweetie?"She snuggled against him.

"Hmmm?"

"I love the way you hunt."

Riders in the Rain



Black or white…the rain is colorblind. So is passion
between two people sharing sexual needs as riders in the rain!

Driving from Barstow to San Diego in a rainstorm found me reflecting about my recent dealings with women. One bad relationship after another had really taken its toll on my manhood. Just turned 63, a thirty year marriage in the toilet and a series of three lousy relationships in a row was more than I could bear. Each started with wonderful promises galore…but all had ended in a dirty feeling of being used. I thought women wanted a man who would ‘share’ life. Maybe it was just bad luck but I really felt used and abused lately. All of that was about to change in just a few minutes because of the heavy rain and Linda!

The windshield wipers were beating a furious tattoo and the defogger turned on full-blast but the deluge was more than my new Toyota Tacoma Truck could handle. I had to slow down to less than 35 mph on the wide I-15 freeway in order to be safe. As I got to the Victorville Junction the rain slackened a bit, as if on cue and I saw her!

She looked like a drowned rat! Instead of a raincoat all she had on was a very wet long cloth cotton coat bundled around her thin frame, sitting on a suitcase…stranded there on the off ramp!  I knew the poring rain would soon cause sickness or worse unless someone came to her aid. Just what I needed, helping another needy female with my lousy attitude!

It was dangerous but I swung off the I-15 and stopped on the off ramp. She could barely lift the heavy suitcase into the bed of my truck. I turned down the CD as she squished her soggy bottom onto my new cloth seat and said, “Thank you so much. Another 10 minutes and I would have frozen to death.”

I helped her out of the wet coat and laid it in the back jump seat of the cab. When I turned around and saw her condition I was shocked. This little girl was no more than 19 or 20 and wearing a long pleated skirt with a thin white blouse…both sticking to her skin. Even more shocking was the blouse! It was satin and pasted to her thin wet frame. Making matters worse she wasn’t even wearing a bra! God, my heart started beating in my chest so hard I though she would hear in over the renewed drumming of the returning heavy rain on the truck’s roof. I nervously turned up the sound of the CD as I swung down the off Ramp and onto the surface streets…Paul Simon began singing, ‘Still Crazy After All These Years’…to me!

I seem to lean on old familiar ways
And I ain’t no fool for love songs
That whisper in my ears
Still crazy after all these years
Still crazy after all these years

Four in the morning, crapped out
Yawning, longing my life away
I’ll never worry why should I?
It’s all gonna fade

Now I sit by my window
And I watch the cars
I fear I’ll do some damage
One fine day

But I would not be convicted
By a jury of my peers
Still Crazy
Still Crazy
Still Crazy after all these years

Yeah, that sounded like Ol’ Roy…crazy after all these years, that’s for damn sure!

She didn’t have large breasts but they looked so firm and pointy. The kind that made a man get that animalistic urge to just reach out and take them into his hands. They were shaped different than my ex-wife or past girlfriends. Linda’s looked more like a couple of small torpedoes…straight out with dark purple pointed nipples leading the way. My cock immediately began to worm its way up my trousers making an instant unsightly ‘tent’ out of my pants. She broke my revere by reaching out her small hand she said, “My name is Linda and thank you kind sir for coming to my rescue.” Then she looked down at my raging boner and down to her naked wet boobs and we both broke up laughing in embarrassment at our respective situation. “Looks like I’m under dressed here,” she said. “And I think a part of you agrees.”

I reached back between the seats, fumbled around and found it. I handed her my jacket and as she busied herself with trying to cover up her nakedness I took the opportunity to tuck my rude cock back down into a less obvious position. No sex for months had made it as hard as a rock and painful but at least it was no longer in the attack mode. Linda hadn’t missed my fumbling. She looked back over she said, “Don’t give it another thought, I needed a compliment after what I’ve been through.”

I pulled across the street into an AM PM gas station and got a couple of steaming hot coffees. As I opened my door with the fogged up windows…I saw Linda had her bare back to me. She had taken off her wet see-through satin blouse and was struggling to find one sleeve of the jacket. “Could you help me with this sleeve Roy?” I put the two hot coffees into the cup holder and began fumbling to find the right sleeve. As she swiveled slightly to place her hand into the sleeve, her right torpedoed boob with its big pointy nipple swung ‘up’ into my view. Wow, what a vision! Once again I was turned into an instant horny-toad. And, then I did something I had never done before, in my entire life! With no warning and without permission, I reached around her waist and cupped her breast with my hand groping her entire tit. She was as firm and hard as she looked. It was like touching a large firm muscle. Man, I forgot what a young girl’s firm breast felt like. It had been many, many years since I touched a firm young lady such as Linda. I was way outta line and she gave me what I deserved!

Linda immediately spun around and slapped my face with a vengeance. “I just got out of an asshole’s car in the freezing rain, you son-of-a-bitch. Who the hell do you think you are? My god damn Slave Owner and Master?” I guess I forgot to mention that Linda was a black lady with the most beautiful dark chocolate skin I had ever seen!

Her tits were pointing right at me and the fire in her eyes did something to me that I still, to this day, can’t explain. I knew I had screwed up by touching her uninvited…but she hadn’t even given me a chance to explain or apologize. Maybe it was my age, or the rain, or the god damn lousy chain of recent events in my miserable life. I dunno…I guess it was the total combination of everything on my plate that triggered my response because I said, “Listen bitch, I’m god damn sorry but you’re the one with the fantastic set of tits…I’m just a horny fucked up son-of-a bitch that couldn’t help himself. If you can’t take a little bit of a feeling up by a real man then just get the fuck outta here…and I mean now!

Wow, I couln’t believe what had just come out of my mouth. It was totally unlike me. But then (before I could retract a single word) tears began to well up in Linda’s eyes and she started trembling. Still naked from the waist up, she shrugged off my jacket sleeve and said, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry. You’ve been such a sweet guy…I guess I just never met a man so straight forward and forceful.”

Those words were like instant Viagara to my dick. I reached both hands out and took hold of her firm young titties and used them to pull her body to mine. As our lips touched mine she moaned a low throaty sigh and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her big full lips sucking on mine and my thought immediately translated that suction to the feel of what they would be like sucking my cock. I squeezed her tits and pinched her hard pointy nipples. She slid her hands down the front of my chest, lower and lower until they were resting on my hard cock.

“Tell me what you’re going to do with me?” Her dark eyes sparkled and the little girl smile on her face told me more that enough. Her earlier reference to Slave Owner and Master really hit me hard and I said, “Just do everything I say… and when I say it. Obedience will go along way with making me happy…bitch!” Although I had said the word ‘bitch’ tongue-in-cheek, again I was amazed at my bravado. The feeling was over powering in making me feel so in control of this absolutely gorgeous creature. 

Her first reactions to my words were interesting. She first seemed confused and hesitated like a deer caught in a hunter’s headlights. Then a resignation and with a deep breath she exhaled, and melted into my arms. As I ran my hands down her naked supple back She placed her thick lips on my neck and began sucking gently. As I reached the zipper of her pleated skirt I felt her tongue nourishing my neck and again thought of what that would feel like if she were doing this to the veins of my cock. I unbuttoned the button above the zipper and slowly slid it downward from her slim waist and over her wide sexy hips. God this little black girl had curves everywhere.

“Take off your skirt and show me that beautiful black ass of yours.” 

“Here in the parking lot of the gas station?”

I slapped her face (but not as hard as she had slapped me) and said, “God damn it woman…I mean now and no back talk!”

Unbelievable! She touched her cheek, then smiled, and said, “Ok honey, I guess we know whose the boss here don’t we?” Linda tuned her back to me…slipped off the skirt (dropping it to the floor by her feet. In doing so she bent forward toward her window showing me her dark green panties barely covering her pussy lips. Those panties were the prettiest color of bright green I ever saw. They were in such contrast of her beautiful dark skin. Riding high, hugging the high butt-cheeks of her black shiny back she was such a seductive delicate little black baby girl; and I felt like a spider whose dinner had accidentally landed in the web of his truck!  

“Now slip off those wet panties and be quick about it girl!” Jeeze now I sounded more like a black pimp telling his ‘ho’ to move her ass. But it felt so good to let go of all my problems and focus on taking the situation as far as she would allow! Linda responded by sliding her panties over her wide hips and down her black thighs. Little by little she exposed her ass and a hint of her fine pussy hair came into view as they joined the wet skirt on the floor. This was getting better with each and every command.

“Now turn around and let me see some pink!” Linda turned back toward me with her head down, grinning a shy blushing smile and slowly parted her legs by bending the left knee and sliding it back onto the seat. Her right leg was extended and I now saw for the first time just how long legged this black beauty really was. She was so gorgeous! Thick black curls of pubic hair framed her bright pink pussy. That contrast coupled with her chocolate thighs set my heart hammering in my chest. I could see the foggy shadows of people walking within just a few feet of my truck and here was a black 20 year old female stripped naked and doing everything asked of her. As an Irishman, I truly was ‘having a bit o’ the luck of the Irish’. More than a bit…a huge fucking boatload!

I started the truck and drove around the back of the building parking it facing a high block wall. I unzipped my pants and removed my erect cock and told her, “Suck this white mans dick baby and show me you mean what you say.” 

Still smiling shyly and with out a word, Linda lovingly stroked my cock a couple of times and then bent forward to take it into her mouth. As she bowed her head her long, firm breasts hung down like two brown globes topped with dark cherries. I took each of them into the palms of my hands. Her nipples were like hard little marbles scraping my palms with their points. I felt my cock head stiffen as her thick lips first kissed it. Then they parted with her tongue sliding under the tip she slowly began working her warm wet mouth slowly down the shaft. The feeling was fantastic as she swallowed my cock to the back of her liquid throat. The Spider was now becoming her meal…inch by inch! 

Again I not only heard her moan…I felt the vibrations of her moaning all the way to the root of my cock and up my stomach. The vibrations of her moaning created a sort of tickling sensation within my scrotums…it was a most unusual feeling to say the least! No woman had ever moaned on my cock before; at least not enough to create a vibration such as Linda’s. I could feel my nut-sack tighten from her warm wet mouth humming on my cock. Her thick lips closed tight and began creating a pulsing vacuum as she nursed my cock like a starving baby nursing on the end of her mother’s teat. I knew I couldn’t take too much of this…so fast, firm and so hard.

I grabbed her jet-black hair at the back of her head and pulled her mouth off my cock making a popping sound from her suction. “What’s wrong honey…aren’t I doing it right?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions my little black slut. Your daddy’s got something else in mind. Turn around and put one knee on the seat.”

Linda did exactly as I said but couldn’t position her right foot over the center console between the two bucket seats. I took her right ankle and slid her foot through the console and then between the back of the two bucket seatbacks. Now her right knee was on the seat and her right calf extending into the rear cab. Her left leg was on the passenger floor and her big naked firm, high, round ass aimed directly at the front of my chest.

“Lean on the arm-rest baby and stick your ass out closer to me.”

“I don’t feel very comfort…” That’s all she got out of her mouth before I slapped her ass as hard as I could. I had been waiting (no actually hoping for her to say or do something negative) so my hand was already in a position to slap her ass. It was as though we were actors in a play…no, a porno movie about racial lust. I was being so cruel to this stranger. Cruel and evil! I had crossed over into a sexual fantasy that was taking control of me. I was acting as filthy and abusing to her as a rapist. She was allowing me…no aiding and abetting me in using those nasty lustful feelings I had from deep inside. Linda was helping bring out a character inside of me I didn’t know existed! 

The sound of the slap coupled with the quivering of her flesh being struck was like the crack of a rifle inside the small steamy truck. Linda let out a yelp, “Oh shit you really hurt me.” So I slapped the other ass cheek with my left hand and said, “If you know what’s good for you baby you won’t say another word unless I tell you!”

“Yes master,” she murmured. There it was…right out front as if on cue. This little wet naked black girl wanted a white man to be her master and take care of her as though she were a Nigress field wench who had been invited to her Massa’s bed to be used any way he wanted. This whole bizarre series of events had created an opportunity for both of our fantasy’s to be fulfilled and I wasn’t about to let either of us down.

“Are you willing to be my black bitch and do what I want?”

“Yes baby, anything you want me to.” I was staring at her nubile young ass with two red handprints on her cheeks and hanging torpedo tittys begging to be manhandled.

“You’re ready to be fucked and made my sex slave? You know if you say yes, I won’t hesitate to punish you for any of your nonsense. If you’re not going all the way girl, you better say so now. This is your last and only chance to back out!”

After a long pause, Linda took a deep breath and arched her ass up even higher. Then she answered slowly in a low voice, “Yes, I’ll do everything you want me to do Roy.”

[Later the next morning over breakfast, Linda told me she felt powerless to stop me. It was as though she were under a hypnotic spell. She had always had a secret desire to be brutally raped by a white stranger but never believed she would have the opportunity to live out such a wild fantasy. Her being stranded in the rain, feeling desperate and helpless and at my mercy was the perfect opportunity to become totally submissive to my sexual aggression. She thought deep down that I wouldn’t really hurt her. But the possibility that I might really changed her fantasy into a reality that rainy night!]  

“Louder slut, I can’t hear you.”

I then heard a sob and saw her wipe a tear from her eyes and she said in a louder voice, “I said you’re my master and I want you to use me anyway you want.”

“Thank you, I will! Have you ever had a man play with your ass before?”

“Never, I think that’s disgusting only a perver…”

Whack! I slapped her butt even harder. “One more word out of your stupid face and I’ll throw you out in the rain naked in front of all these people. Maybe you can explain how your cloths ended up on the floor of my truck without having so much as a button torn off?”

Then I placed my hand on her back and said in a soothing voice, “I just never saw such a pretty little ass honey. All I want to do is kiss it a little and see how you like my wet tongue all over it. I promise…I’ll make all the pain go away and make it all better baby.”

“Ok…I just never had anyone touch my butt before. I always thought it was a nasty thing.”

“Oh yeah baby,” I said, “its really nasty! That’s what makes it feel so good. I’m going to a lot of nasty things to your whole body before the nights’ over. And if you’re my good little black baby I’m gonna teach you what its like to be fucked by a white man and used in all kind of disgusting ways. Now you’d like to be taken by an older white man who knows how to use that sexy little girl body of yours and turn you into a real woman wouldn’t you?”

I finished those words with my face buried in the cheeks of her ass and began lathering my wet tongue up the crack of her pussy and onto the tight black crankily hole of her puckered anus.

Linda shivered and said, “Oh yes Mista’ Roy. Please use my black ass any way you want.” It was more of a sigh and a whisper. Her beautiful lips were plastered to the window of the truck as I continued my oral assault on her ass and pussy. It would have made for an interesting sight had anyone in the outside rain noticed. Two thick pink lips kissing the glass. A kiss of lust from a young girl being forced into becoming a woman in the driving rain. Two strangers; one an older white man and the other…a black female teenager transformed into a needy, greedy, hot slutty woman who like-wise was being kissed. On the ass!

I put my fingers on the lips of her slippery pussy and slid them lightly up and down the puffy surface. She was becoming very wet…but now from the inside out. My nose was touching her wet anus and her womanly smells were intoxicating. Her moist pussy was producing a strong pungent odor that begged to be tasted. I knew that the small cab enclosure of my truck wouldn’t allow for the taking of this willing slut in the manner that a big man like me needed. With one more slow licking from her pussy up to her ass I pushed my pointy tongue into her dark hole. I was only able to penetrate her tight ass a little but she shivered and said, “Oh my god, that feels so good honey don’t stop.” 

The bitch was touching her pussy with one hand and beginning to cum. It was time to bring her back down. I wanted her wet and horny when I fucked her for the first time.

“Stop playing with yourself you little tramp! Didn’t I tell you to do only what I said? Shut up and don’t answer! You promised to do everything I said! Now sit down and put your cloths back on. I’m taking you to a motel and then your going to get the fucking of your young life.”

I stuffed my hard cock back into my pants while Linda sat down and began dressing. She began to sniffle and I could see tears in her eyes. Maybe I had been a little too hard on her. Or taken the game a little too far. I started to get an ache in the pit of my stomach thinking about what I might have done to this sweet girl who only minutes earlier had been stranded in the rain. I started to apologize but was interrupted before getting the first couple of words out.

“Listen honey…”

“No let me say something first. I’m real sorry I pissed you off. I don’t know what I did just now but I promise I’ll be better when we get to the motel. Would it be ok to give you a kiss and a hug to let you know how much I like what you were doing to me?”




Riders in the Rain



Man I was torn. Half of me felt like a rapist set on sexual fire by this beautiful little girl begging me to do more. The other half a wee bit guilty hearing her little child voice promising me she would be better when we got to the motel? Fuck the guilt! I was having the best day of my life because of her. I felt more alive than all of my prior 63 years. That’s right! I was 63 years old but she made me feel like I was 35.

I turned towards her and slowly wiped each tear from her eyes with my thumbs. She lifted her face to mine and pressed her lips to my lips. Her soft and sweet kiss was more like a daughter kissing her father. Then the kiss turned incestuous as her little tongue brushed my lips. I encircled her tiny waist with my big arms. Her kiss became firmer and more immediate and her teeth touched mine as she put her hands on my shoulder and breathed a sigh into my mouth.

Her breath was so warm, sweet, and so sensual as it entered my body. As though a part of her soul had passed into mine at that very moment and we had now become one. Linda broke the kiss and smiled.

“I need you so much, Roy. You don’t know what’s happened to me in the past few days but I feel I can trust you. Your old enough to be my father (hell I was old enough to be her grandfather) and I need someone to protect me and make me feel safe. I’ll do anything you want…I’ll be anything you want me to be…just don’t hurt me ok?

I was speechless to her statement. I needed time to sort this all out. With age comes certain knowledge when it’s far better to say nothing. So I smiled and took her face into both my palms. Slowly reaching behind her head with my right hand I again pulled her lips to mine and kissed her softly. Sliding my tongue between her young lips I probed her mouth and began fondling her delicious breasts. Linda shivered her surrender to my kiss and touch knowing I would protect her from any harm. It was a wonderful feeling to capture the trust and open love of a beautiful little 20 year old exotic girl. Now it was time to take her to my bed and teach her some of what I had learned in life concerning sex and seduction.

She leaned her head on my shoulder as I backed the truck out of the parking space and drove back onto the road. Stopping at a liquor store, I got us some Champagne and Orange Juice. Next we ordered up some burgers and fries at the local Jack in the Box and then headed to a new high-rise Holiday Inn hotel adjacent to the I-15 and the Victorville Junction. How ironic! It was within just a couple of hundred yards from where I first picked up the abandoned wet Linda.

I took a quick shower while Linda devoured her fast-food meal. When I came out she jumped up and said, “Now it’s my turn daddy” and we both laughed as she scrambled past me into the bathroom and closed the door. I liked the way she called me ‘daddy’. Other than the obvious difference between our race and color of skin, the phrase ‘daddy’ sounded endearing and submissive all rolled into one. The game was getting more comfortable and our roles more defined!

I looked at the remaining burger and fries and knew I wouldn’t be eating them. I had a hunger all right, but a hunger far beyond what Jack in the Box could satisfy. Slipping on my trousers and shirt I took the plastic ice bucket from the table and walked down the thick carpeted hotel hall to the vending machines. Loaded with cubes of fresh ice to chill our Champagne, I returned and made ready for Linda’s further education! Lights dimmed and the bedcovers folded back revealing clean crisp white sheets; I began untwisting the wire of the Champagne bottle.

Linda stepped out the bathroom door just as I popped the cork and began pouring the first cup of bubbly into a small plastic cup. “Oh, daddy…is it time for our Champagne,” she said coyly.

“Yes my little one, it’s time for Champagne and then to bed where you will once again be mine for the taking.”

I swear her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled and nodded in submission to my toast. We both sipped in the dimly lit room. We drank quietly in the dim light. Just sipping and looking at one another. I first worried that she might come to her senses and realize the difference in our ages. Instead, Linda took my large hand in hers and sipped her Champagne until the cup was empty.  Then standing in front of me she asked, “Can I be your little slave now daddy?”

“Would that make you happy, honey. Is that what you really want?”

Linda pulled me to my feet, put one arm around my waist, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered in my ear, “That’s all I could think about in the shower. You being my Daddy or my Master and taking me any way you wanted. I came just thinking about you. You’re so handsome with your white hair and big cock. I need you so much…,…daddy!”

“Then you will have your wish little girl. I’m gonna show you how I can be both your Daddy and your Master. Now, sit on the bed and finish your Champagne my little one while it is cold and bubbly.”    

Linda laughed a throaty laugh, her bright white teeth sparkling in the dim light. Her pink mouth and tongue framed by her white teeth were so beautiful. She sat down and drained her second cup. As I poured a final round for the two of us, she shrugged off the large terrycloth towel and her firm brown tits sprung into view. My cock, which had been at half-mast began rising as she boldly reached forward and began squeezing it through my trousers.

“When did I give you permission to touch me?” This time I said it with a smile.

Linda looked up as she lowered my zipper and said, “Oh daddy, don’t be mad. I just want to see your cock up close and see how big it really is. When I put it in my mouth in the truck, it felt so big I could hardly get it in my mouth!”

This beautiful black girl was really getting to me. As I finished my last cup, she began taking my cock out of my trousers. Once freed, she wrapped her small hand around it and watched in fascination as it lifted and began fattening inside her long dark fingers. The contrast was so erotic as she softly stroked the skin of my swelling prick.

“Oh daddy it’s so hard! Can we up the lights so I can see all of it!”

I reach over to the bedside lamp and turned it on just as Linda put my cock to her thick lips and began kissing it as though it were her favorite food. “Tell me daddy, how you want your little slave to service your penis.”

Oh god, I was so aroused at this young woman drooling over my cock and begging for instructions on how to make me happy!

“First of all little girl, it’s not a penis. It’s a cock…it’s your daddy and your master’s cock. I want to hear you say ‘cock’.

Linda slipped my cock into her warm mouth. Making it slippery and very wet she removed it. Looking up into my eyes she said, “its my cock now daddy”. Again back into her mouth sliding it wetly up and down. My cock was glistening in the warm light as she began licking all around the fat mushroom head. Her tongue danced all around and over the glans of my cock and I realized then that there would be very little I could teach her about cock sucking. Looking into my eyes and laughing she said, “I really like your big cock daddy! Would you put it in my pussy now?”

With that Linda reclined on the bed and brought one knew up leaving the other straight out. Her legs were magnificent! Long and tapered to perfection she had firm but slender thighs and her pussy was surrounded by a thick mat of curly black pubic hair. I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck her. I had to have this beautiful young creature who wanted me to be her daddy and her master. It was time to be firm and put her back on the edge of fear so as to make her promises more real. She needed some firm handling if I were going to make her mine for a long time and not just a one-night fuck out of her thanks for my rescue in the rain.

“Yes sweet thing but you’re just a little too comfortable. Turn around and put your hands behind your back.”

Linda stopped smiling and opened her mouth to protest. I simply pointed at her and said, “Do you remember what happened in the truck? You have three choices. Do what I say without question, argue and get punished, or get dressed and get out. And we both know you don’t want any of those don’t we? So just turn your ass around and put your hands behind your back”

I said it showing no emotion. The ground rules to our game had already been well established and I knew Linda wanted to be taken with a strong controlling hand. She immediately turned her naked back to me and put her arms behind her back. God, she was so young and beautiful. Her ass was so perfect and I felt such a rush as I wrapped my belt around her wrists and cinched the buckle tight. As I pulled her up to her knees by the belt she said, “Master are you going to spank me some more?”

This girl really wanted to be taken roughly and with some tender pain. I slapped her ass with my hand leaving a red welt on her right butt cheek. Linda cried out and my dick hardened at her yelp. I wondered if she was getting as much out of the game as I was. She had an adorable little spanked girls’ pout on her face but I noticed her nipples were hardening to those firm peaks I so desired earlier.

I reached forward, took them in my fingers and pinched firmly as I twisted. She grunted in pain then said, “Please kiss me Master.” I took her towel and looped it around her neck and pulled her lips to mine. This time my kiss was hard and demanding taking the breath out of her. I pushed her roughly back onto the bed and kneeled beside her face with my cock inches from her dark thick lips. “Suck me bitch and show me how much you want my cock.”

I wasn’t prepared for the way she took me into her mouth. She snapped her lips over my cock and swallowed me to my balls. Her mouth began sucking with a firm suction that felt as though she wanted to drain my seed before it was ready for her greedy throat. I grabbed the back of her hair and used it like the mane of a horse forcing her head up and down my cock. “Slower baby. That’s right…make it real wet baby…ahhh good…suck it real good and make it wet for that black pussy of yours!”

Linda’s eyes were half closed as though in a trance. She was a natural born cocksucker with lips that knew how to slather a cock. I could feel the rough surface of her tongue raking the skin under my shaft as she gulped and sucked my fat, lily white, veiny erection. Hmmmph, ummm, uhhh! Her head was sliding up and down with a sort of twisting motion. I still had her by the hair but this little horsy was galloping all by itself!

Soon she had my turgid cock ready to burst. I could feel the beginning of a cum growing deep in my nutsack and there was so much more I needed to giver her of my cock! I yanked her head back off my dick and her eyes flew wide open in surprise.
“Don’t worry my little black bitch…you were doing just fine but the smell of your pussy tells me its time for a hard fuck.”

I rolled her onto her stomach and lifted her hips up. I stuffed the pillows under her stomach placing her beautiful rounded black ass to the ready. Sliding between her knees I began kneading her firm ass cheeks and fingering her pink pussy. Linda was very wet…her pussy was practically drooling in anticipation of my fat cock. She had done a perfect job in making it as hard as when I was a teenager. There was no more time for teasing or preparation. It was time for her penetration and taming. Placing the large purple mushroom head of my engorged cockhead at the entrance of her pink pussy lips, I slowly began to spread her open.

Linda took a deep breath and tried to relax in preparation for my penetration but there was no way her tight little box was going to easily accommodate my fat straining dickhead. I pried her pussy and ass cheeks open with my hand as I began the onslaught. I wanted her to feel the pressure of her master’s hard cock but I didn’t want to hurt her. I pulled back out and let a drool of my spittle drip down onto her crack. Bingo, it was a perfect hit. I rubbed the head of my cock all around and mixed it with her pussy juice and my spit lubricating her tight opening. 

Once again I pushed into her opening and once again I met resistance of her young tight pussy. Grabbing her by the hips I pulled her ass back onto my cock and forced the fat bulbous head of my cock past her entrance. Linda grunted a muffled scream, “Oh you’re hurting me…your too big, stop it!”

“Too late now baby…I’m already inside. You better get used to it bitch because my cock is going to be there for a long time.”

Her tunnel was so tight I began to understand why she gave such good head. This pussy was definitely rarely used (if at all) for fucking. “Is that why your boyfriend threw your ass out in the rain you little tramp? You wouldn’t let him fuck your tight little princess pussy?”

“Uh, huh…I didn’t want him inside of me. He never got any of my pussy!”

Between the pain of my cock stretching her unused pussy and the admission that she was a first class prick teaser, Linda began sobbing.

“I didn’t want anyone in my pussy. Then I met you tonight honey. Teach me how to like it daddy.”

I had a new appreciation for her situation. Now I knew why she needed a strong hand. She was used to calling the shots and her boyfriend didn’t know how to deal with a Prima Dona who gave him blowjobs but refused her pussy. So he dumped her and ran off like a little coward. 

I began a slow smooth rhythmic stroking of her pussy with my cock. Short at first and then deeper as I felt her cunt open and begin to accommodate my size. Soon Linda was arching her back and taking my thrusts willingly. “Oh, god that feels good. Uhh, uhh, yes daddy fuck my pussy. Oh yeah, do me so good honey.”

I knew she was ready for some real ass pounding sex so I speeded up and pushed as deep as my cock would go. I felt the tip of my cock bottoming out in her warm tight pussy. “Now baby, I want you to move that black ass of yours and start fucking me.”

Linda took the directions like a perfect little student in the art of fucking her man. She arched her back even more and began to fuck back. I used her belted arms like handles to guide her on course. “Am I doing it right Roy? Am I fucking you good daddy.” She needed to say the words as much as she needed my cock. She was talking, moaning and grinding her wide hips back onto my cock

The action of her movements was like a gloved muscle inside her pussy. Now the tightness of her cunt coupled with the gripping of her muscles was beginning to pull my cock all the way to my nutsack. She began whipping her hips back and forth on my cock as though riding a stallion. There was a crack of thunder and the rain began pelting the hotel windows as she slammed her ass on my cock “Baby you’re doing it just right…keep it up bitch! Milk that cock with your hips and ass!”

To make sure she understood and remained in the submissive role of servant, I slapped her ass cheeks twice…one each…with the palm of my hand. My little black horsy responded by giving my cock an even firmer ride. The cum in my ball began to boil upwards and I felt the nerves in my loins begin to quiver.

Dropping my hands once again to her hips I took over the reins again and began riding her. I pushed her ass down and got on top of her and began slamming deep into her backside. The sound of my hips smacking her ass bounced off the hotel room walls. I was a rider in the rain! My testicles were slapping up against her pussy as she began to cum in time with me. Ohhhh yessss! Fuck me daddy…fuck my pussy and make me your woman. Yess…!”

It was such a rush. This little girl was getting used as a woman for the first time in her life and loving it! Oh, I knew she had been fucked before. But never taken in a way that really turned her on. She was unleashing a full orgasm that was twenty years in the making and it was a sight to behold. She began to tremble and scream! Another crack of thunder and the lights dimmed and went out.

I was too out of it to care myself because I felt my butt cheeks flex as my sperm flew up my shaft and splattered deep inside her quivering pussy. Later I wondered if the manager would bang on our door to her yelling. No he would be too busy with a dark hotel caused by the rainstorm.

Finally Linda went limp and began crying. I undid her bindings and slowly withdrew my hot wet dick from her little pussy. Rolling her over I took her into my arms and gently rocked her as she buried her head into my chest and softly sobbed. She was part child and part woman. The best combination a woman can be. I knew that although I was much older, the wisdom of a lifetime had brought her into a new joy of sex. That’s a fortune better than gold because she would always have it to share with her future lovers and never quite spend it all.

Linda pulled herself up to me and gave me a warm, breathy, sweet kiss then said, “Is there anything else you have to teach me baby!” 

Oh, brother did I! Before the dawn, my little slave would learn her pussy and mouth were not the only two openings that could give and take pleasure. It was going to be a wonderful night for the two of us. Riders in the Rain!

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This is my first story in this category. I have Part 2 finished and 3 outlined but do not want to submit them unless there is enough interest. More or less depends on reader’s votes and response so please let me know. Thank you! -The Frenchman-



Riders On A Hog



Throbbing, and sounding like a badly silenced truck; I arrive at the club on my Harley. You have been working there on your first night. You have always said that you wanted to try the tantalising dancing at this club. I nod to the doorman, who beams at me, knowing who I am from when I dropped you off early that evening.

"She's doing real good in there," He says smiling his white teeth.

All I can do is give him a quick glance and a smile as I push both of the swing doors open and enter the club. I stand just inside, making my usual entrance. I scan the bar area and then lay my eyes on the beauty I see cavorting on stage. It's you. Oiled up and wearing just your chaps. I can just make out a thong between your thighs.

'Looks like I've come in too late' I think to myself.

You twist and turn; lifting your legs high to show the ogling guys at the front a near perfect view of your soaking crotch. I smile as I find the nearest bar stool and order a cold beer. I slip my long coat off my shoulders and sit on the leather-covered stool. My leather trousers stick to the stool, as the humidity in the club is thick with sweat and hot breath from the ogling males that sit in dark, concealed corners of the club.

I have not noticed you show your breasts yet to the throng as you keep them kept behind your black latex, wrist gloves.

'Keep them, Shari, keep them on the edge of their seats. Leave it to their imagination'

I see you place your forearm across both your glistening breasts as your right hand slides down your stomach and over you mons. You knee in front of some mop-haired youth who doesn't know what to do but stare at this electric girl that is beginning to rub herself in front of his face. He sits there, not knowing whether to touch you or himself. In a flash you get up and turn your back on the crowd. You open your legs further and place a hand on each thigh. You slowly slide down your legs and finally reach your ankles. A gasp goes up from the crowd as your breasts come into view. As quickly as they are seen, you stand bolt up right and turn your head slowly. You wink to the crowd and notice me sitting at the bar. You cover your breasts again and smile at me. You turn round and give me a two handed kiss. With that you spin round, pick up your clothes from the floor and march of stage, blowing kisses as the crowd go wild.

I sit there smiling to myself, waiting for you to come out so that we can go. In the confines of my leather trousers, my cock is trying in vain to spring free. I feel the excitement in the club as the announcer finishes your act with a short thanks and a good night. The club is finishing up. Everyone is talking about your act. It's a shame I didn't catch it all. Now I know why the doorman was grinning at me. He must have been taking sneaky peeks every once in a while.

As I was finishing the beer, a waitress comes over with a wry, cheeky smile.

"Lady has told me to say that she wants you to drive around back and pick her up from the back door." He turns away, keeping her grin towards me. She looks me up and down and smirks to herself. She continues with her rounds.

'Hmm. I wonder what she knows' I laugh to myself, and put my coat on. I wave to the bar girl and walk out the club. The doorman is busy pushing two kids away from the door as I breeze by. I hear the stupid excuses and lies about how old they are as the doorman pushes them away.

I sit on my Harley. Looking at the club. Obviously your private dancing for me wasn't enough to satisfy you. I smile to myself, as I kick the stand up and start the roaring engine into life. The doorman waves and beams again at me as I pull the bike around and head round back. I arrive at the door to find you not there. Then the door swings open slowly and you are standing there with your leather crop jacket and your chaps. By the way you have buttoned you jacket I can tell that you have not dressed properly. No bra.

"You took your time" You say as you smile at me.

"Get on, Shari. I'm going to fuck your brains out!" I grin cheekily as you swank on over to the bike. You lift your leg over the seat of the bike and sit down. You relax against the backrest and sort your leathers out.

"You wearing?" I ask,

"Just my Chaps and jacket" you say.

"Get the vibrations cleanly then, will you?" I say as I slowly bring the engine up to a shuddering chug. You slide down the seat and push your bare cooch on to the saddle.

"Just perfect" she whispers in to my ear.

"Hold on, Darling. We are out of here!" With that you place your arms around me and hug me tightly as I swing the bike around and onto the highway.

We ride for an hour or so. We had crossed two state lines to get you to your club. You made sure that there would be no one there you knew before doing your dance.

We start to ride through the desert back to your house. The stars are out and I can sense your rhythmic movement behind me, humping the saddle as the vibrations penetrate your cooch. Every so often, you climax as your pussy gives up the battle between pleasure and numbness. You bite down on my coat as another climax washes over you. That's the twelfth since we started.

"Does it not hurt when you have so many?" I ask as you calm down and kiss my ear.

"Oh yes! Of course it does. That's the idea," you say as you start your grinding again. Ideas start to race through my mind. After all we are in the middle of the desert on a cool summers night.

I look into the darkness as the white beam from my headlight picks out a dirt track off to the right. I pull in and on to the track. It's not so bumpy but the jolts from the road are pushing the saddle right into your crotch. You come straight out of your minds wilderness to see us approaching a secluded clearing.

"Where are we?" You ask breathlessly.

"Completely alone and horny" I say as I get off the bike.

From the light of the bike reflecting off the walls of the clearing I can see your juices glistening over my saddle.

I point to it and say "You'll owe me big time for that. It's a bugger to clean off. You know that."

You simply smirk as I reach out and pull open your jacket. You breasts peek out from their hiding place as I take one in my hand and gently weigh it up in my hand. You pull my hand away and swing your leg over the bike. You sit there, legs apart with your chaps still on. I can see you shaven cooch as I move closer to you. You rub my cock through my leathers as I run my fingers through your canyon. Your lips are puffy and chilled from the night air. I pull on them, making them swell up even more.

I place both hands underneath you jacket as I slowly slide the jacket off your shoulders and onto your arms. I keep them there, making your less able to move your arms. You still rub my cock as I begin to roll your nipples between my fingers.

"What's on offer?" I ask as my rolling becomes pinching.

"Anything you want, as usual, Mickie" you say as you kiss me seductively.

"Everything.." is all I can say as I grab you by the waist and pull you to me kissing you deeply.

You unbutton my leathers and free my cock. It pushes out past the fly as you begin to gently run your fingers over my hardness. You groan as I slip my jacket off and pull my white shirt over my head and onto the floor. You direct you mouth to my nipple ring as you start a rhythm with my cock. I move my hands to the backs of your knees as you tug on my cock and bite on my nipple. I pull your ass to the edge of the bike as I slide down your body to feast on your dripping cunny.

Your sex smells of your sweet nectar as I devour your pussy, licking, nibbling, slurping, and biting anything that I can get in to my mouth.

Soon you are flooding my mouth with your tangy juices, your pussy so relaxed that it jets out with every spasm. It splashes my chest and face as I push your climax over the edge and you start to shake with the force. I finish my attentions and give you puckered ass hole a lick. It winces as I slide up your body and position myself at your warm, wet, and slippery entrance.

"Fuck me..." you breathe.

I line up my cock and slam it hard into you. It goes all the way in easily and my pelvis hits your clit hard. You fling your legs around my waist as the wave of powerful sensation subsides from your clit.

I pound away regardless of your whimpers. Banging my cock into your sultry hole. Making squelching noises as you start to cum again.

You grip my nipples and pull as I devour your mouth in a deep kiss.

Every now and then I slow my pace down to keep me from cumming in you.

After what seems like minutes, and another brace of orgasms, I let fly my cum inside your drenched pussy.

"I'm cumming in you, baby. I'm fucking cumming in you!" I hiss as spurt after spurt lands deep in you. Your orgasm is well timed as you cum on my cock at the same time.

I slow my pace down so as to let you feel how wet I've made you sticky couch. Keeping my hardness inside you, I reach between us and feel around for you ass hole. It is really lubricated from our juices and I pull my cock out of you. Our cum slides out of your cooch and glides over your ass hole. I place my cock at your puckered hole and push myself in. You twist my nipples hard as I slide all the way into you right up to my balls. All you can do is moan into my chest as I ream your ass.

Pumping my cock into you, you orgasm again and again, slowly building up to your big one. I pound away, and then I start to unleash my second load of cum into you. You grab hold of me as you share in my pleasure with your own orgasm.

I slow down as my orgasm subsides.

".... Enough..." you say as I slump to my knees.

".... It's...late...we must get back..." is all I can say.

You tidy yourself up, and sit astride the saddle, head hung low and panting heavily. I clamber on board after stowing my coat behind you. I put my vest and shirt on, leaving the buttons undone.

I start the engine and pull the big Harley around. After a few moments we are riding down the highway towards your state. I can feel your rhythmic humping start again as you feel our cum oozing out of your cooch and making your seat slippery.

In the distance behind us, the suns light starts to illuminate the nights sky.

"Home, Mickie. Then you can take me to bed for a repeat performance"

I sense you smile as I speed the Hog up.



Riders Tale



Jamie hurries to get ready, excited about her date with Rider. He'd promised to take her to Bounders, a local biker bar she had heard about but never had the nerve to visit. He had been hesitant at first to agree but she had given him her best puppy dog eyes look…smiling as she remembers how easily he had given in.

Jamie sits on the chair blowdrying her hair so it lands just below her shoulder, curling around her face, then looking into the mirror as she applies her make up. Finally putting on the outfit that she had bought specially for tonight. She moves to the full-length mirror to check that everything is just how she wanted. The tight leather pants clinging to her curves, The black ribbed tank top, barely containing her full breasts. Her fingers absently playing with the white gold chain with the small silver model of the Harley that she'd so liked and Rider had bought for her. She then reaches for the boots, slipping them over her calves, smiling as she remembered how the salesgirl had referred to them as CFM (Come fuck me) boots. Just one more touch she thought, reaching for the perfume to spray a few select spots.

Jamies mind flashes back to the previous night had spent with Rider. It had been incredible, The sites, sounds and feeling of that night still burned in her. They had just entered his cabin and moved through the door when Rider had turned to her pressing his tight hard body against her. Her arms had gone around his neck kissing him hard , Rider's body had responded eagerly. Her hands pulling back his jacket, tossing it aside, then each of them had hungrily removed the other's clothing . Naked and pressed against the nearby wall, his mouth once again descended on hers. Her moans of almost animalistic pleasure joining his while Rider's hardness pressed up between her thighs, spreading her lips, penetrating her deeply, and filling her. She'd buried her face in his neck as she held on as he thrusted up into her, her back against the cold wall, bracing her against his powerful thrusts stroking her time and time again.

"Oh God Rider…yes more, more!" She had moaned into his ear as he filled her completely. The force of his strokes had lifted her each time, her velvet walls gripping him so tightly. She had been so wet that he glided easily in and out. The passion had been like a tidal wave, rising quickly , biting down on his shoulder as her pussy rippled over his hardness. The delicious feeling of him stiffening inside her as the waves of pleasure had spread out over her from where they were joined, to her entire body. Then his yelling out her name while he'd emptied load after load inside her. Setting off yet another wave of pleasure in her.

Recalling the sensations a shudder runs through her jolting her back to reality . Jamie glances at the time. She had better hurry!.

Jamie rushes out the door spotting Riders and her heart leaps. He's leaning against his Harley, his long hard body stretched out, black jeans and black T-shirt under his leather jacket. She runs to him in joy, as he stands to pick her up, laughing, Jamie tilts his shades up looking into his steel grey eyes, then wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him hard.

He sets her down as she grins at him, turning slowly for him, "you like?" she queries, grinning.

"Very much" Rider smiles, reaching out for a quick grope of her tight ass.

"Well come on then…lets go. "Jamie urges tugging on his arm.

Rider climbs on the bike turning to help her as she moves quickly behind him. Still amazed by the feeling of freedom, of closeness, she presses her cheek against his shoulder, feeling the cool leather against her.The engine roaring between her legs, while her grip tighens around Rider's waist. She thinks this is how birds must feel as they soar through the sky.

They arrive at Bounders…Riders arm around her shoulder as they enter. The smoke filled room is already crowded, with the pool tables all occupied off to the left as a couple of bikers along with their babes, look on, beer bottles in hand. The hard beat of rock and roll music filling the room as Bat out of Hell plays on the jukebox. Jamie despite her enthusiasm presses a little closer to Rider. Even though it's crowded, they move easily towards the bar, the crowd seems to part for Rider. Jamie hears the respect in their voices as various men and women acknowledge him.Until this large mountain of a man moves to stand directly in their way. Bald, big belly, denim jacket with the sleeves cut off revealing large biceps covered with tattoos of snakes, dragons and women. The rough look offset by the huge grin on his face.

"Rider! You son of a bitch! You're here!" the man shouts, grabbing Rider in a huge bear hug.

" Jake! Let me breathe before you kill me!" Rider gasps.

Jake lets him down laughing, noticing whom Rider is with. "Hey who's this?" He queries looking admiringly at her. 

"Jake this is Jamie " Rider says softly, the affection obvious. Jake looks at him oddly, as this is out of character for Rider, then shrugs it off as he nods appreciatively to her..

" Hey c'mon, Jaxx and I are sitting over here", Jake states, leading taking them over to a booth off to the side.

A squeal of delight erupts as a red headed bombshell bolts out of the booth leaping on him. "Rider, you studmuffin!" (Much to Rider's chagrin and Jamie's amusement.)

"Down Jaxx…he's taken," Jake laughs, "Meet Jamie!" 

Jaxx turns to Jamie hugging her like a long lost sister. Jaxx is a bundle of energy in a tight package neatly wrapped in tight faded Levis, and a midriff denim vest, which barely contains her 36dd breasts. Her shaggy red hair surrounding her pixielike features. They all move to the booth, beer bottles appearing quickly as Jake expound the virtues of his new bike. The girls laughing at some joke about boys and their toys. Jamie's hand rests on Riders thigh, the adrenaline flowing. Her hand slides slowly up higher, until its resting on Rider's bulge. Rider tries to appear nonchalant as he feels her fingers tugging on his zipper, and her small hand slipping into the opening. She grips him, feeling him grow in her hand as she plays. Not missing a beat in her conversation as she pulls on him

"How about it Rider?" Jake asks

Riders eyes snap back to attention, "er...How about what?"

"My bike… lets go out back so I can show it to you. What's up with you anyway?" Jake asks looking at him suspiciously.

Jamie turns and smiles sweetly at Rider "Why don't you go ahead babe, I'm fine here with Jaxx" giving him one more squeeze before she removes her hand.

"Just give me a sec to finish this beer" Rider states, using it as an excuse to let things return to normal. Jamie tries hard not to smile, but as Rider and Jake head out the back both the girls start giggling. .Jaxx had been aware of Jamie's stunt and they shared a good laugh, with Rider's ears burning as they head out.

Shortly afterwards a group of about eight tough looking bikers enter the bar, briskly brushing and pushing aside any that stand in their way as they move to the bar.

"Oh, oh!" Jaxx leans over and whispers to Jamie "those are the Scorpions, they're a new gang that have just moved into town. The only one I know is their leader Streak, the one with the black leather jacket and the leather chaps.. He used to hang with Jake and Rider. Every time they show up there's trouble." Jamie looks over to them, then glances at the back door. She breathes a sigh of relief on seeing Rider and Jake heading back over to them.

Jaxx's earlier words seem prophetic as several of the bikers gather around two young girls, each maybe 19-20 years of age, that are seated by the bar. At first the girls seem almost pleased with the attention, but that quickly changes as the bikers become more physical. One of the bikers, a tall, well muscled, a scar over his left eye, a gap in his teeth, pulls the blonde haired girl on to his lap, ignoring her struggles, while the other bikers laugh.

Riders eyes glance over taking in the scene, knuckles whitening as his grip on the beer bottle tightens.

"Rider…" Jake warns glancing over at Jamie as if to remind Rider that he's not here alone.

"Oh babe," Jaxx says sympathetically to Rider, resting her hand briefly on his forearm," You can't save them all"

Jamie looks over at Rider sensing his turmoil, then over to Jaxx. "Honey, surely you've noticed that our Rider here is a protector," Jaxx replies to Jamie's unspoken question, "whenever he sees a woman in trouble he feels he has to ride to her rescue. "

Jamie looks over at Rider, as he takes a hard pull of his beer , and realizes that what Jaxx is saying is true. She also realizes this is part of what she loves about him. His willingness to do what others would not. Hearing a cry her attention is drawn back to the bar. The girls are trying to leave but the bikers won't let them, jostling them between them, each takes turns groping. The scar face one forcing his lips onto the blonde as he paws at her, while her tears flow down her face.

Jamie's eyes turn back to Rider just as his turn to hers. "Help them Rider" she says softly.

Rider nods, levering himself out of the booth and starts over towards the bikers. Turning back for a second to look over at Jaxx. "Jaxx, look after her while I'm gone ok?" he asks, his eyes pleading. Jaxx nods silently in reply.

"Shit, here we go again," Jake sighs, getting up to follow Rider. Almost resigned to the fact that this was inevitable.

The bar suddenly grows quiet except for the Scorpions laughter, and then several of them glance over to see Rider in front of them, with Jake close behind.. The one called Clutch who is closest to Scar elbows him to get his attention. 

Rider looks at them with stone cold eyes " Funs over boys, its time to let the girls go"

Scar rises up, brushing the girl aside. "Who the fuck are you" he demands 

The names Rider…and I wont say it again, let the girls go" As Rider speaks, the threat of violence hangs over the room like a black storm cloud on a muggy summer day.

Scar and Clutch unconsciously take a step back on hearing the name. However, as Scar sees the other Scorpions closing in, he regains his courage and steps forward.

"You think you can take us all Rider?" Scar sneers, his lip curling.

Rider eyes glance quickly to the side, spotting Streak. Then locking his eyes back on Scar while he quietly asks "You in on this Streak?"

Streak shrugs "You still playing the hero, huh Rider?" He asks… then looks around the bar assessing the situation. His eyes stopping at Jake. "How about you Jake, you backing Rider's play?"

Jake answers in one word, leaving no doubt, "Always"

Streak nods, his eyes darting taking in the rest of the bar, noting Steve, the bartender, who is reaching for the baseball bat he keeps under the counter, a number of the other bikers in the bar inching closer. 

"Well you know Rider I don't think this is the time or the place. You and I still have some unfinished business, but I'm patient. C'mon guys lets go" Streaks tells the rest of the Scorpions…"We got places to ride to, trouble to find…. and women to pillage!" the last comment he directs at Rider, who just lets it wash over him.

"But Streak" Scar states… his protests fading quickly away as Streak gives him a hard look.

Rider slides aside to let Scar, Clutch and the others pass. Scar sees an opening and grabs a bottle from the bar, swinging it in an arch towards Riders head. Rider almost impossibly quick, reaches out and grabs Scars wrist, stopping it dead in mid swing, then twisting it. There is a sickening crack of a bone breaking, and then glass breaking as the bottle falls to the floor and Scar drops to his knees holding his wrist in agony.

Streak looks down at him in disgust, then back at Rider." Looks like that's another one I owe you, even if he is a fuckup. Hey Clutch help him would you and lets blow this place" Rider just nods. As Streak and the rest of the Scorpions file out.

Rider then turns to the two girls that are by the bar, who are moving to him, worshipping looks in their eyes, wanting to thank him for his help, but stoppiong dead in their tracks when they see the look he gives them.

" And you two. What the hell are you doing in here anyway, what are you, 18, 19?" Rider demands.

"Rider you're scaring them" Jamie admonishes gently moving to Rider taking his arm. Rider calms down almost immediately, taking a deep breath. Jamie nods to the door and the two girls quickly hightail it out .

"C'mon honey; Let's get out of here and back to the cabin. Hey Jaxx why don't you and Jake join us?" she asks turning to her.

Jake chimes in "Might be a good idea, you never know if those assholes are hanging around" he says referring to the Scorpions

The two couples head out, Jamie nervously glances around for any sign of trouble, but the trip home turns out to be just fun as the girls ride behind their men. Jake and Rider take turns taking the lead, and even do a fake race for the girl's benefit. Jaxx winks over at Jamie as they laugh. Before long they arrive at the cabin, Jake and Rider head outside to share a beer and talk about old times. Jaxx and Jamie find a place by the fire, curling up in a couple of overstuffed chairs and sipping some wine.

"Jaxx… can I ask you something? Jamie queries as she slowly traces her finger over the lip of the glass, " How long have you known Rider?"

"Lets see, id say for about 10 years hun…when I first met him he was so wild!" Jaxx replies smiling.

"Has he always been …what did you call him, a protector?"

Jaxx sets down her glass, and looks directly at Jamie. "Girl, I don't know if I should be the one that tells you this story, but I'm going to. I've seen the way Rider looks at you and I think you should know."

Jamie nods…cradling her glass as she curls her legs under her…focused on Jaxx now.

"When I first met Rider he rode with a bike gang called the dragons, actually he was their leader. Yeah he was one tough son of a bitch. Would try anything, fight anyone and always won. But before I can tell you more about that you need to know about Skye."

"Skye? " Jamie asks

Jaxx just nods. Her voice serious now. "Actually her name was Sylvia, Rider just called her Skye because of the color of her eyes.

Skye was a girl that had an extremely tough life, her father had left when she was just a girl, and her mother was an alcoholic and remarried badly. When she was 16 Skye ran away from home. She spent several years on the streets. Getting into trouble with drugs, the law, just about everything. That is till she met Daniel. It was love at first sight, if there is such a thing…(Jamie nods thinking of how she felt when she met Rider) 

Daniel took care of her and they moved in together shortly after. She'd found a job and they were planning on being married. One night they were at a party and were driving home in Danny's truck. They were having an argument over some silly thing or another that she just wouldn't let go of. I don't know if it was the dark night, the fact it had rained, or that they were arguing or maybe all of it, but the truck missed a curve and drove off the side of the road, crashing into a tree."

"Oh no." Jamie whispers, her hand going to her mouth.

Yes Jaxx nods "It was bad. Skye was the first to move. She had a cut over her eye, but was able to get out. The truck's engine was smoking, however she managed to open the driver's side and get Danny away from the truck. Skye tried everything to save him, but it wasn't to be. She was holding his head in his arms, crying, when Rider came upon them." Jaxx pauses taking a sip of her wine.

" Rider took over, getting an ambulance, making sure she got to a hospital, and calling the police.

I don't know why but after Rider made a point of going to the hospital and visiting her. I think he was the main reason she was able to go on. Still I don't think she ever got over the fact that she wasn't able to save Daniel 

She and Rider became friends for quite a while, then one night it became more than that. After that Sylvia or rather Skye started hanging with the dragons - with Rider. 

"Were Skye and Rider lovers Jaxx?" Jamie asks

Jaxx nods, "yes Jamie they were... Anyway one night Rider and Skye were out with some of the other Dragons at a bar called Rusties, kind of a Dragon hangout. I was there, just barely old enough to be legal. 

So was Jake, Riders best friend then, and now for that matter, Another group of bikers came in that Rider and his group had never seen, wearing their colors which you just didn't do. Like I said Rusties was a Dragon hangout

So Rider braced them. One thing led to another and Rider and their leader squared off. It was over pretty quickly with Rider taking him down, but then one of the other Ravens pulled out a gun. Skye saw it and screamed Rider's name, placing herself in the way of the bullet meant for Rider. Jake took care of the shooter, but it was too late.

Jaxx reaches for her wine…needing a drink, sipping on it for a few minutes, needing to catch her breath, The scene appears in her mind…one she will never forget. Rider on his knees cradling Skye's body against him. For the first time helpless. Skye weakly reaching up to touch Riders face, the blood spreading over her top. 

"Rider?" Skye asking looking up at him

"Yes love...I'm here" Rider saying softly

" I saved you didn' t I?" she asks

"Yes you saved me Skye" 

Then Skye smiling as her eyes closed for the final time.

It was the only time anyone had seen Rider cry.

Jamie sits quietly, wiping the tears from her own eyes as she thinks of the pain Rider must have felt. Waiting for Jaxx to pull herself together as well, as she hands her the Kleenex. Jaxx dries her eyes and then takes a deep breath to continue.

. "Rider was never the same after that. He left the dragons within a year. Moving from place to place, like Streak said, usually playing the part of the hero whenever he saw a woman in trouble but always ending up back here."

"Jaxx, that's how I met Rider..." Jamie says quietly." Some punks were trying to steal my purse and he stopped them."

The room grows silent for a while then Jaxx looks up at Jamie "There's one other thing you should know. Rider has never looked at anyone in the way he looked at Skye, before or since, like she was the only woman in the world." 

A small pause as Jaxx looks into Jamie's eyes.

"Until now."

"Until you."

Jamie looks back, smiling at the last part, but still an ache in her heart as she thinks of the pain Rider went through. Finally understanding what she had seen before in his eyes but never really understood.

Jaxx gets up to hug Jamie." whispering to her, "take care of him honey." he needs you."

" I will" Jamie replies…" I love him Jaxx"

Just then Rider and Jake come in the door, Jamie jumps up and runs to Rider hugging him tight. Rider can feel the wetness of her cheeks and looks suspiciously at Jaxx.

Jaxx smiles sweetly, then moves to Jake taking his hand. "Lets go hun "

"But Jaxx there is still more beer!' Jake whines

"Hun…" Jaxx admonishes, indicating toward Rider and Jamie, tugging on his arm.

"Ok ok…" Jake and Jaxx head out the door.."See ya Rider, you too Jamie " Jake hollers

Rider calls back" see ya Jake, bye Jaxx" laughing at the sight of Jaxx dragging the big lunk out the door,

Jaxx and Jamie give each other a smile and a small wave, as Jamie still clings to Rider.As the door closes Jamie whispers to Rider " take me to bed baby, please…"

Rider just picks her up and carries her. As he sets her beside the bed they quickly undress. Rider slides in first and Jamie follows right after him, pulling herself on top of him, flush to his body. So hungry for him she leans over him kissing him deeply, then moving downward kissing her way down his body. Her eyes seeking and finding his stiff cock as it lengthens to meet her. She licks his cock slowly, her tongue flat against his shaft, starting with the head then downward to his balls. Taking each one into her mouth, rolling them against her tongue as her hand gently works his cock up and down. Then licking her way back up him, her mouth surrounding his head, she wanted, no needed to taste him, to feel his silky cock in her mouth. A feeling of exhilaration washes over her as she feels him twitch. She takes him deeper, drawing him into her throat as she bobs her head up and down hungrilly. Her moans mixing with his as she increases the tempo, her fingers on his balls squeezing, 




Riders Tale



Her hand dips down between her thighs as she slips two fingers inside, coating them with her juices then moving them to her clit to rub vigorously. She hears him moaning that he wants her, and suddenly feels an aching emptiness that needs desperately to be filled. She lets his cock slide out of her mouth and moves up to straddle him Their eyes locked as she grasped his hard erection in her hand, and lowers herself deliberately on to him. Then riding him, her hips raising up and down, slowly at first, building in rhythm steadily. His hands squeezing her breasts, hers covering his as she raises up, pulling on his shaft, his rod like steel in her, dropping quickly impaling herself on him again and again as he thrusts upward. Until the orgasm rips through her, shattering her rhythm, her head tossed back, her long tresses brushing against his thighs, her body bathed in the moonlight shining through the window. Her spasms trigger his, as his cock jerks wildly inside of her, flooding her walls with his seed. 

They hold each other tight as their bodies start to calm; the holding turning to caresses as they stay together. Not letting go...



Riders Wanted



As I twisted at its end, the device suddenly come came to life. Its quiet hum seemed awkward against the dark and candle-lit setting. Touching it against her skin, she let out a quiet yelp and pulled away. Approaching slower, I worked my way inside her folds to nestle the toy up against her clitoris. Moments later, the oscillating pleasure had taken over her body as she moaned and shook her way through an orgasm.

And so that's how the first experience with a sex toy went for Caitlin and me. It was certainly a titillating adventure for the both of us. While I knew she certainly enjoyed what she felt, Caitlin was usually very shy about such things. So as I got dressed and prepared to leave, I questioned her, and was a little surprised by her response.

"So, what did you think?" I inquired.

"That was GOOD, like really good."

"How good?" I asked back.

"Like, 'I wish you would hurry up and leave so I can do it again' good - that was the strongest orgasm I've ever had."

"That's exactly what I was afraid of," I murmured, "I'm probably never going to get laid again" as I managed to give a puppy dog frown.

Caitlin came over and hugged me assuring me that "it's just different" and there was nothing that could compare to my warmth and the feeling of me against her skin. It was a desperate attempt to cover up that she just had the time of her life, in a way, I, or no other man could give her.

Unfortunately, I had to go, or I probably would have stayed to give her a second round. I kissed her goodnight, cautioned her against vibrating her clitoris numb, and went on my merry way...

*

...To say that Caitlin and I were shy and innocent at the time would have been an understatement. The mere act of walking in the adult video store to buy the vibrator for her on that Valentine's Day 2000 was undoubtedly the most fearful and embarrassing moment of my life. My only solace was that I didn't see a soul I knew, and she seemed really impressed with my gift "for her."

Caitlin and I met in high school when we were juniors, but nothing really happened at the time because I had a girlfriend. We talked some, and I kind of kept her "in reserve" in case anything happened. When I ended up going to a different college than my previous girlfriend, Caitlin quickly appeared on the scene.

Since I was going away to college we agreed our "relationship" should be primarily physical as a means to prevent heartbreak at the end of the summer. It quickly became just the opposite, within two weeks we were dating, and by summer's end we had agreed to try a long distance relationship.

Now that first summer before college was quite the experience. I had only had one serious girlfriend previous to Caitlin. She was zealously religious and needless to say, I received only minimal sexual attention. I found some comfort in the fact Caitlin was as inexperienced as me. She had only kissed another boy before, and it was exciting to open the doors to new experiences together.

That summer, we certainly did ALOT. But the emphasis was on quantity more than experimentation. This was all fine with me, after all, Caitlin was still very conservative. She didn't like the lights being on, was uncomfortable with me going down on her, and wasn't very open to new locations. I didn't care much at all, for the first time in my life I was getting laid, to an attractive girl, at that.

Caitlin was a small girl, about 5'4" with a slender build. She was a brunette with these large brown eyes. More than anything, she had that "girl-next-door" cuteness to her. She wasn't the type of girl you'd see in a magazine or as a model. She had an average body, but a shapely face and tiny little mouth that was undeniably "cute."

Since Caitlin was so conservative, the success of our first tryst into toys came as a bit of a surprise. I knew that slim pink vibrator had to rock her world for her to be so forthcoming about how she felt. I was afraid I had created some kind of addict. It turned out, however, that she didn't end up using it that much. Only when I wasn't around or in situations of extreme horniness would the toy come out to play. What she never denied, however, was the fantastic way it made her feel.

As that first summer ended, so did the first real chapter of my sexual life. Unfortunately, we were both still virgins. You see, Caitlin had a "hymen of steel" as we joked; it was a genetic thing whereby her hymen was just too strong to be broken naturally. At just 18 years old, Caitlin wasn't about to ask her parents to get the medical procedure done to enable her to have sex. But that's a whole different story...

Our first summer was one of incredible hook-ups. Unfortunately, the vibrator never came back out in my presence again, despite my pestering. That was just her nature, and it's something I learned to begrudgingly love and accept...

*

... And so here we are now, five years removed from that first rendezvous. Caitlin and I got engaged, have rented our first apartment, and settled down in a rural part of North Carolina. And this is where our story really begins.

At 23 years old our sex lives remained plentiful, but admittedly in a rut. We had been doing the same thing for five years, and both Caitlin and I acknowledged that things were in need of improvement. 

We had brainstorming sessions in the past to think of things to try, but because of a lack of creativity or an unwillingness to admit to our secret desires, things never really changed. I'll admit, there were certainly things I thought about that I never suggested, but I certainly didn't want to expose any fantasies to Caitlin she wouldn't approve of. I was in a constant battle to find something that was hot and innovative, but also within the bounds of what was possible.

My genius idea finally struck late one night. Katie had to work the night shift at her job on a Friday, leaving me all alone at the apartment. All my friends were out of town on vacation, so I showered early and took a bit of a pajama night since Katie wasn't expected home until about 2:00 AM. 

Around midnight while flipping through the channels I stumbled on some soft-core late-night Cinemax porno. The poor dialogues, attempts at a plot, and cheesy music aren't exactly my cup of tea, but the visuals certainly did create a little twitch in my pants. I flipped off the television and went into the computer room for some more hardcore enjoyment.

I pulled up the Internet and went browsing through one of my site, watching some videos as I stripped down. As I watched video after next, there was one that caught my attention; A petite little girl atop a Sybian machine. 

Now, the Sybian machine wasn't a new concept to me at all. I had seen videos of the device in action since I was a young teenager. Sybian machines and toys in general had always been a weakness of mine. There was something very hot about a girl getting herself off without some sweaty guy grunting and pounding away at her. Watching videos like that was one of the few times in the porno industry you could be assured that the girl was actually enjoying herself and not faking orgasms. 

After all, these toys were unselfishness machines that could vibrate, thrust, and stimulate thousands of times per second. At such rates of speed, the machines could contort faces, create screams, and generate orgasms like no man. It was incredibly arousing just for me to watch the girls at it; I can't imagine how it has to feel for them!

Yet, these Sybian experiences also seemed to have an innocent nature about them. The girls do little more than sit atop the device and enjoy the ride with their eyes closed. It wasn't like the double penetrations or anal sex that also appeared so appealing. 

Even after I had finished the "task at hand" to the videos on screen, it was that same idea of innocence that kept crossing my mind. More specifically, I saw the opportunity for it to fill the void that Caitlin and I had in our sex life. I found it extremely arousing, and it comes across as kind of innocent. After all, if she loved the little pink vibrator, what wouldn't be too like about the most luxurious of all sex toys? Now, the challenge would be convincing her of that fact...

*

... Right on schedule Caitlin arrived home at about 1:55 AM to find me half asleep on the couch, waiting up for her. I drug myself to bed, as she put on a pair of pajama pants, turned off the lights and snuggled underneath the covers with me. After about a minute of lying there spooning her with her eyes clothes, she rolled over and looked right at me.

"You beat off tonight, didn't you?"

I kind of rolled up into a ball against her and said "Who?? Me??"

"Yes you, silly. I can tell you're guilty from the look on your face."

"Now what makes you think that," I snapped back.

"Well, we've been laying here for more than 30 seconds and you haven't humped me or tried to get sex tonight. So I know what you've been up to..." she explained. "Now what did you use when you did it?"

"Nothing honey, I just laid here in bed and imagined being with you." I half-sarcastically responded.

"Mmmhmm. Sure. At least you just admitted to what you did. Now do I need to go check the computer history or are you going to fess up?"

"OKAY-OKAY," I quickly and emphatically shot back, "Girls. I looked at girls."

"Mmmhmm, and what type of activity were these girls involved in?"

"Toys," I found it safest to stick to non-descriptive one-word answers.

"Mmmhmm, what type of toys?" her predictable interrogation continued.

"Sybians" I figured if I was going to sit here and get grilled on the topic, I might as well see if I could cleverly work in my ideas from earlier. Caitlin herself was no stranger to the Sybian. I had described the device to her back in our teenage years. In her naivety she was clueless as to what thing did, and I happily obliged to provide a sexual history lesson.

"And does that turn you on?" Now, Caitlin is usually really laid-back, but she never hesitated to humiliate me in situations like these. It's like she almost got some kind of satisfaction from getting me into an uncomfortable situation. 

"Yep it sure does" I responded in an overly-proud tone of voice. "But you know it would be much hotter if you would do something like that for me."

"Whelp, you never ask, maybe you could get things like that if you were bold and took some initiative." Admittedly, I was a bit shy, but so was she. In reality, this was just some attempt to look bold and try to pinpoint me as the cause of all problems.

"Fine then, consider this me asking." I retorted back.

"Haha. Okay. Well you better go find a second job, the things only cost like $2000. But if the things cost that much, it HAS to be worth it. So if you love me enough to go get me one, then sure, I'll be happy too..." she remarked with a big shit-eating grin.

"It's a deal then," as I extended my hand. She shook it.

Now the only reason she could act so confident was because she doubted that I would call her bluff. Now, I had a mission...

*

... I wasn't about to go out and spend $2000 on some sex toy that costs just as much as her engagement ring (Although, undoubtedly, it would make me happier). So I prepared to get creative in obtaining a Sybian for her to try.

But where in the world do you look for a thing like that? It's not the type of thing that grandma sells at a yard sale when cleaning her attic. Neither will you find one stolen somewhere on the streets of New York. A slightly more hopeful, but similarly dismal search of eBay didn't find a one. This was going to be slightly harder than I originally expected.

After doing some research on the Internet, I did find some hope. Online, I found groups of Sybian owners who rented or permitted usage of their machine to people they called "riders." I was hopeful to find someone near our area that would let us rent a machine to try in the comfort of our own home.

However, it turned out there were no such "renters" within a 250 mile radius of our home. I didn't think convincing the misses to take a 4-hour haul just for some toy would be too successful, so I dropped that idea.

There is, however, another similar group of Sybian owners who let people use their machines. They come to your house with the machine, or vice versa. And, for free of charge, they will let you use the machine - the stipulation being that they are allowed to watch.

Now, scrolling through the list of individuals who participated in this program. I have to admit, I was FAR LESS than impressed. Reading the profiles and descriptions it seemed like nothing more than a bunch of middle-aged perverts who bought the machines as a way to seduce women. Needless to say, the idea of some 60 year old beating off while watching my wife get off didn't set well with me.

Near the bottom of the page was the one listing that caught my eye; A Sybian that was owned by a lesbian female in her mid-30's. Now the idea of a lesbian looking on might not appeal to my wife, her profile was professional and comforting. The female, "Anne," as she called herself was a sex therapist who owned the machine through her business. After hours, she would let the Sybian curious try the machine, provided she could watch. Despite her attraction to the fairer sex, she promised to be discrete, provide no interference, and simply watch. Furthermore, everything could be done in the relative safety of her office.

I sent Anne an e-mail to see if she really existed, and discuss the details of a possibly exciting experience. I knew the bigger challenge laid in convincing my fiancé...

*

... Meanwhile, Caitlin knew I was up to no good when I came gleefully skipping through the front door, laid a big kiss on her and said, "Good evening honey!"

"What are you so excited about?" she questioned.

"Well, remember that deal we made a few days back..." and then I just smiled.

"What?! You went to the bank and took out a loan?" she joked "What did you tell the lender you needed the money for? But no, seriously, what did you do? Win the lottery?"

"I found a machine... now a deal is a deal, *right*?" And I carefully scrutinized her face as she went from scared, to nervous, back to scared again. "Come on, I finally took some initiative, now it's your turn to hold up your end of the agreement." And I think that statement struck a chord with her. She realized if she rejected me, then somehow she could be to blame for a lack of adventurousness.

"Sure, a deal is a deal, but I promise you it won't be as good as what you expect," she reluctantly responded trying to but a damper on my success. 

Over the next several minutes, I hashed out some of the details to her, and they were met with continual criticism. Her lowly attitude made me question how bad I wanted to go through with this. Whenever I hit a potential snag, like the fact we'd have to go downtown to someone's office to have the experience, I always played the "come on, be adventurous" card and she begrudgingly came into agreement. So it was settled, now to arrange the meeting...

*

...Turns out, Anne did exist and she was more than accommodating with her "services." Through our brief email exchange she seemed to be a rather well-spoken individual whom we could trust. In our subsequent emails we arranged a Wednesday evening to be our time of meeting, and she gave us directions to her office. I was excited; I just wished Caitlin would feel the same way.

In actuality, with her negative attitude, I would have probably given up on something like this a long time ago. However, it was such a fantasy of mine; I was almost determined to see it through...

*

...Later that evening, just two days before we were to meet Anne I managed to corner Caitlin and inform her of the plans and discuss with her feelings towards all of it...

"Honey, I just don't understand how you can be so supportive of trying new things, and then have such a negative attitude when such an opportunity comes about," I prodded. "You agreed that things had been a little dull, I am just trying to spice things up a bit."

"I don't know."

"Yes you do know; now tell me what's wrong! On the rare occasions we do something adventurous, it always turns out great, but you're in such a hurry to crawl back into your shell."

And so continued my prodding and questioning for about fifteen minutes, until she finally gave in with an adequate response.

"OKAY - OKAY, you really want to know why?"

"Yes, please"

"Well first of all, I am scared. It's not often we try new things, and every time we do I am scared that I won't perform to your expectations or I won't be able to go through with them. Secondly, I don't want to be thought of as a whore. Lastly, I hate how much this turns into a competition sometimes. I just wish these things could come more naturally."

One by one I answered to each of these fears, and in a persuasive, yet heartfelt way was able to calm them. By conversation's end I felt a lot better about where we stood.

"You want to know something else?" she asked.

"Sure"

"I am actually really excited about Wednesday. Really really nervous, but also excited. Part of me was too proud to admit that to you, and the other part too embarrassed."

This brightened my mood, and that night before bed we had some very passionate sex. Ironically, it was in the missionary position, but I wasn't complaining...

*

... And so rolled around Wednesday. All throughout work I was practically counting down the hours in my head. Truthfully, as 8:00 got closer and closer, I was even getting nervous. As 4:00 rolled around, I grabbed my briefcase, sprinted for the door, and hurriedly drove home.

Cailtlin's nervousness was evident as we were both getting ready a few hours later.

"What should a girl wear to a thing like this?" she asked. "Do I wear comfortable clothes, I mean, c'mon, they are going to come off anyways. No, maybe I should wear something nicer; I don't want to come off as a piece of white trash..."

"Clean underwear," I interrupted her. "Put on clean underwear, you know, in case we would get in a wreck or something," and I smiled.

The nervousness only built on the short 6-mile drive into town, and it gave me some time to think things over...

*

...I should probably mention at this point there were a few key details that I neglected to tell my fiancée. First, I didn't make it at all clear that Anne intended to watch the proceedings. I hoped that I could dismiss such concerns by assuring Caitlin was a professional, and did this type of thing all the time, and was just watching to help us. If that failed, I just hoped she enjoy the feelings so much, she really wouldn't care what was going on. 

Secondly, I didn't mention the fact that Anne was a lesbian. Caitlin would probably be a little apprehensive about all of this if she knew it. However, in our discussions Anne promised to be "discrete" and "watch unless told otherwise" so I was confident she was being honest with us...

*

...And so after about ten minutes of driving, we had arrived in the vicinity of Anne's office. It was kind of eerie, with the usually busy streets of the business district dead. Empty parking meter after parking meter lined the long streets. Anne had sent us careful directions, and we easily found her building

Parked right in front us was a nice little red Mercedes, I assumed it belonged to Anne, as there were no cars around for hundreds of feet. I thought to myself "at least she is doing well for herself, so she must be legitimate." Caitlin wasn't about to be the first one out of the car and lead the way inside, instead she just sat in the passenger side and anxiously looked towards me.

I got out and opened the door for her. She followed as we walked inside the building and up the first flight of stairs. We followed the directions on the name placards in the wall to her office, but we could have simply followed the lit hallways, as the remainder of the building was pitch dark. Reading the names on the doors, I finally read one reading "Anne Haddox." Looking back to make sure Caitlin was still behind me, I told her "Looks like this is it," and gave her a peck on her already blushed cheek. I gave a short knock and pushed open the opaque door. 




Riders Wanted



Inside, Anne was sitting in a reception area watching TV. It appeared as if she had been waiting on us. She was an average looking woman, probably in her mid-to-late 30's. She had curly black hair, and averagely proportioned. She certainly didn't look the part of your typical lesbian. I noticed she was dressed in rather comfortable clothes, and didn't exude the medical type atmosphere I had expected.

As we walked inside, she quickly bounced to her feet to introduce herself. 

"Nervous?" she asked Caitlin

All Caitlin could manage was an affirmative nod. But Anne's positive demeanor and understanding of the situation seemed to but her a bit more at easy.

"I bet you are, I know I was the first time," Anne responded. "But come on and follow me, and I'll show you back to the room..."

She led us down a small hallway. "This is my office," as she pointed it out, "and there are some of the consultation rooms... And here is what we call the 'activity room' and she opened up the door and allowed us inside...

*

... What we saw inside is what I would describe as a nice mix of functionality and warmth. There was plenty of wide open space on the mat covered floors, windows with the blinds pulled tightly shut, but also a few couches and lamps around the room. On one of the floor mats sat the Sybian, kind of awkward on the floor all by itself.

Anne locked the door shut behind her, and motioned for us to come sit next to her on one of the couches. When we did, Anne pulled out one of the attachments from a bag on the side of the couch and handed it to me. It was kind of firm, and not especially flesh feeling. It was about 4.5 inches in length. She instructed me over to a sink to wash it off, and then into an adjacent room for a condom and lubrication. It seemed very odd that someone was being so blatant and upfront with me about something I usually held so private, but hey, she was a sex therapist

As I walked across the room, the reason I was sent on my chores became quite obvious. As Anne scooted nearer to Caitlin on the couch, I was afraid she was going to make a pass at her. However, from the little dialogue I heard over the next few moments, I was put at ease. 

Catching bits an pieces of the dialogue like "It's okay to be nervous, that's a completely natural feeling," and "I only do this because I know how the Sybian changed my life" I realized it was just Anne trying to put my fiancée at ease. "Wow," I thought "this woman really is a professional."

I kind of gave the girls their distance as they continued their conversation.

Then Anne spoke "Come on over Lance, Caitlin seems ready and *excited * to get started."

Anne pulled me over to the side of the machine and gave me a quick demonstration of how to control the Sybian; "This first knob controls the strength of the rotation" she pointed out, "and this second one the speed of the rotation." "Be careful," she cautioned "if you turn it up too high it can be painful, and remember TAKE YOUR TIME." I promised to do my best.

"Alright, go for it guys, have fun!" Anne said, "And if you need anything, I'll be right back here."

Caitlin's eyes shot at me with a look of death. I could read the words "she is going to watch?!?!" all across her face. But before she had the chance to speak, I put my hands behind her neck and pulled her towards me for a kiss.

Our kissing continued, but Caitlin still seemed a little uptight. As my tongue made my way into her mouth, I could feel the nervousness starting to give way to the passion. Caitlin freely admitted to me that kissing was one thing that excited her and I was determined to make her forget her frightfulness. I slowed things down, taking my time, slowly exploring her mouth. Occasionally I would suck or bite at her lip. 

After about five minutes, I began to pick the pace back up. I knew I was in good shape when I thrust my tongue against hers and I could hear her give off the slightest moan and noticed her eyes tightly closed. Placing my hands beneath her butt, I slowly picked her up and sat her on my lap.

As we continue kissing, I allowed my hands to move across her. At first I rubbed at her neck and back as I way to relax her, but progressed to gently pulling her hair and grabbing at her tight butt.

From there I took a finger and gently lifted her neck, where I gently sucked and bit at it. I would just barely get the area moist, and then back off and gently blow on the area. As I continued I could feel my own excitement starting to build, and cautioned myself against going to fast. As a result, I moved back up to her mouth and resumed kissing her. In the meantime, my hands slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, and once undone, I pulled it off and tossed it aside.

Caitlin always wore padded bras, and always made fun of me as I tried to feel her up through them. "I can't feel a thing," she always joked with me. So in combination with my anxiousness, this logic led to me removing her bra shortly thereafter. 

I took Caitlin and gently laid her against the ground where I could get at her more easily. Still kissing, I allowed my hands to cup underneath her breasts, and trace circles along their outlines. Meanwhile, I continued kissing down her neck, until my chin rested on her chest.

Stimulating her right breast with my hand, I moved my mouth towards her left nipple. Just when it looked as if I was about to take it in my mouth, I stopped and let my warm breath covered it. And so I continued my game for several minutes; licking and massaging every part of her boobs, but purposely avoiding her nipples.

As Caitlin's nipples began to become more and more erect, she took he hands and began to run them through my hair. After a few more minutes, the scalp message became more suggestive as she pulled downwards, begging me to give her nipples some attention.

After just a little teasing, I finally gave in. I twisted my tongue around her hard nipple, gently biting and sucking at it, with my hand, I roller her other hard nipple through my fingers. My actions were met with approval as she pushed my head harder into her chest, and she let out a few unconscious sounds of pleasure.

After a few moments, I switched sides of her body, allowing her other breast to be serviced by my tongue. In crossing her body, I took in the full beauty of her chest. Caitlin wore a 34B or 34C, depending on what part of the month you measured, her boobs were pear-shaped, and topped by short pink nipples. While average in size, her breasts were ripe, firm, and proportional to her body. 

My repositioning allowed me to regain some coordination, and with my free right hand I began to trace my way past her belly button and against the waist band of her skirt. Almost immediately as I reached it, I felt Caitlin reach behind herself, undo the zipper, and pull the skirt away. Since she was showing no signs of hesitation, I decided to do the same.

Reaching inside her panties, I could feel her smooth pubic area. Caitlin always shaved her nether region, but I could tell she had just shaved that day by the lack of stubble. Continuing my way down, I could feel her lips. Tracing my way past them, I probed inside her folds for her wetness. 

Finding her entrance, I gently teased around it. Feeling her moistness gather on my fingers, I made my way back up her lips, and applied some of her own juices around her clit. Just as she had taught me so many years ago, I placed my finger just to the side of her clitoris and began to make a slow and deliberate circular motion.

After just a few seconds, Caitlin stopped and said "C'mon, enough foreplay, let's get to the fun part already." I was in no position to complain.

As she peeled off her panties, she looked at me in all my clothes and gave a disapproving look. "Fair is fair," she said. So wasting no time, I stripped off my shirt and pants, and stood only in my black boxer briefs. 

"Better?" she asked as she cupped my balls through the fabric. I gave an approving nod. 

I applied more lube to the attachment as she began to straddle overtop it, and then spreading her lips, settled right atop the device. The attachment wasn't large at all, so I was confident she quickly acclimated to it.

"Everything alright in there?" I asked. She nodded in approval. I scooted over to the little control module, where I took each of the knobs and turned them between an eighth and a quarter of the way to full power, and then anxiously looked on.

Almost immediately I noticed her get this glazed over 'deer in the headlights' looked about her. I thought to myself "wow, these things must be amazing; we're getting one of these!" Then I realized she wasn't fixated on her pleasure, but had snapped back to the realization there was someone else in the room.

I quickly moved over to her, and sat to obstruct the view between Anne and herself. I resumed kissing and gently caressing her, as the machine quietly hummed beneath us. After about five minutes she had relaxed, closed her eyes, and was starting to get into the rhythm of the machine.

Moving back to the controls, I turned them up another eighth of a notch and began to intensely watch Caitlin and her reactions. She first leaned over and supported most of her weight on her hands placed on either side of the front of the machine. This effect was two-fold. Leaning over caused her clitoral region to come more into contact with the vibrating pad and with her weight supported she was able to gently thrust against the machine. 

Secondly, her hips moved in a rhythm with the attachment moving inside her, her butt moving back and forth ever so slightly just over top the saddle of the device. It was quite an erotic side to see her not just sitting there, but interacting with the Sybian. 

Then, her legs slowly began shaking as she let out a quite moan. This peaceful look came across her face and the trembling in her thighs subsided. Now Caitlin's legs shaking were almost always a sure sign she had an orgasm, but this one seemed so silent and tranquil. I didn't bother myself too much with the details, as I was confident of bigger things to come.

After what was about of minute of downtime, Caitlin was again closing her eyes and bucking against the machine. Sexily throwing her hair back, she looked me right in the eyes and moved her lips to the motions of the word "faster."

I was obedient and gave the rotation "g-spot" knob another quarter turn. This time, there was an almost immediate effect. She stopped her gyrating motion and sat firmly atop the machine, almost as if she was trying to force it to penetrate her deeper. Placing her hands at her hips, she felt her whole body up, stopping to give her tits a firm squeeze.

"Mmmm" she let out what sounded like her first intentional and clearly audible moan. "Oh fuck, Anne, this feels good."

To this point, I had been pretty oblivious as to that third person in the room. I was so intensely focused on Caitlin, I had almost forgotten about Anne. Shooting my glance towards the back of the room at her I found her with her skirt hiked up a bit and her panties visible.

"There you go, honey," she responded "just don't stop, come like a little freight train for me." I hardly noticed I had been sitting there rubbing my foreskin with the presence of someone else in the room. 

As Caitlin appeared to be building towards another crescendo, she looked at me again and said "hold me." Pushing the controls aside I sat face to face with her and tried to maximize the body contact. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held onto her lovingly.

"NO! Hold me like this," she said as she reached around behind me took my hands into hers and placed them right overtop her breasts. "Just squeeze and pinch," she remarked, "none of that cute stuff."

And after that statement she appeared to drift off into another state of climatic bliss. Her body became tense and rigid; she thrust her self into my hands. Rather than just a light tremble, her legs began to spasm and she gripped onto the machine and then against my back.

Her speech was limited to a "ugh... yes... yes... YES YES YES", this time around as her orgasm seemed to last a lot longer as she slowly removed her nails from my back.

She again seemed to enter a bit of a refractory period again as she let out a deep breath and a smile. As the machine continued to work at the same pace, she used her finger to signal me to stand up in front of her. Once, I did I found my boxer-briefs at my knees and my penis in one hand, and my testicles in the other.

While normally deliberate and meticulous in her actions. She moved with an almost animalistic fury about her work. Using her left hands to alternatively cup my balls and rub up underneath of them, her other hand steadied the base of my penis as she brought her mouth over the head and shaft.

"Oh god, that's hot," I heard from the back of the room. Clearly it was Anne. Looking over my shoulder I could see her as she proudly had her fingers beneath her panties and was rapidly moving them back and forth.

"You can come closer and watch, if you want," my fiancée offered. This was something not even I expected. As Anna obliged and sat down just a few feet away, my mind began to drift off to fantasies of a threesome with Anna and Caitlin. I was quickly brought back to reality by the incredible things Caitlin was doing for me.

For about two minutes, I received the best blowjob I ever had in my life. That is, until the waves of pleasure started to possess Caitlin's body again. As her back arched, and what were once light moans turned to grunt's, her attention to me certainly faded. 

Her breathing became quick and swallow, I was beginning to sense the wave of orgasms that was about to overtake her. She fumbled awkwardly with my dick in her hand. She had a start stop motion; almost as if she would pause to reflect in her own pleasure, forget about the task at hand and resume it, and then repeat the whole process just a second later.

Because of her earlier performance, I was already close to the edge when her difficulty began, pushing me to a point of frustration. At her pleasure built, she continued having more and more difficulties bringing me to the edge. 

Eventually she just uttered "Cum on my tits, just do it yourself... I'm so close, cum on my tits." Somewhere in the back of my mind I interpreted this boldness as being a means to cover up her difficulties, and the fact she was so focused on her self. Meanwhile, the front of mind didn't care a bit. This was an opportunity I had never had, and to hear Caitlin talk like that sent tingles up my spine. 

As she cupped her breasts I took my cock in my own hand. After no more than ten full strokes I could feel the familiar tightness build as I shot stream after stream of warm cum onto her chest. More importantly, as the final drops leaked from my dick, I sense that Caitlin was about to get off in an even bigger way.

Still basking in the warm afterglow of my own orgasm, I positioned myself behind Caitlin and took her breasts into my hand gently kneading and tugging at them, my hands massaging my still warm cum into her skin. I was able to reach over to the control module and shift both the knobs to about 3/4 strength, a considerable increase in the strength of the vibration.

Reaching across her smooth pubic area I felt for the top of her vagina, taking a lip on each of my fingers I spread her vagina as wide as my fingers would allow. This exposed her clit and wetness. Taking my free hand, I pushed her body forward, somewhere in-between her straddling the machine and a doggy style position. This had the effect of placing her clit directly on the vibrating pad.

Upon contact, she squealed and a shudder went through her body. With the slightest hip adjustment she seemed adjusted to the faster vibrations. With her bent over in such a vulnerable position, I could see her pink little ass. For a second, I considered stimulating it, but figured it wasn't worth the chance of ruining this situation.

Growing anxious, Caitlin started to become a little more agitated in her speech and actions.

"Oh shit, Oh shit.... mmmm..... God it's so good... "

During the lulls in Caitlin's vocal parade I could here the wet sounds of Anne going at herself. Glancing over I could see her neat pubic hair trimmed into a triangle with her panties pulled to the side and her clutching at her breasts through her top. Anne wasn't the focus of my attention, however...

Caitlin was pressing so firmly against the machine, driving the attachment deeper inside her, that the little rubber feet could be heard squeaking against the floor.

"Come on baby, I want you to cum hard for me," I encouraged her.

Then a look washed across her face that looked like a cross between an "O"-face and a laugh. I felt her back arch and become rigid. I playfully gave her ass a firm smack

"Fuuuckk... I am cummin - Ahhhhhhhhhh," she belted. And it wasn't your average scream she let out. She would have woken up the neighbors if there were any. It was a high-pitched shrill that told me she was enjoying herself and wasn't afraid to express it. Taking a breast in each hand, she squeezed and pinched as hard as she could and leaned over giving her clit the full vibration. 

For what seemed like the next minute, I experienced the most erotic site of my entire life. Caitlin's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as she tried to comprehend the feelings sweeping over. Her face was a flushed pale as her mouth shifted between a wide open face of pleasure and gritting her teeth as she pushed against the machine. Her hair was disheveled as it was tossed back and forth. 

Her breasts and nipples were red from their stretching, as she tried to stimulate every last nerve end. The vinyl of the machine was covered in a combination of her sweat and wetness as she rode it into oblivion. From my vantage point I could see as her the lips of her vagina and pink ass clenched down as the throes of passion went through her. Her legs trembled as she held them tightly to the side of the Sybian, trying to anchor herself in place. 

Meanwhile, she emitted noises that sounded like stuttering moans and little yelps as she lost control of her own buddy. Random cuss words and sexual innuendo flew from her mouth. And so for two minutes, wave after wave shook her body, each one seeming to hit harder and somewhere deeper within. 

Then, almost as quick as the chain of events began, her body slowly began limp. The intense vibrations were too much for her overly sensitive clit and she quickly removed herself from the machine. Still almost too exhausted to move, she sat there and straddled behind the still moving attachment.

I came over and took her in my arms, picking her up and gently and laid her down on the mats beneath us. I gave her a kiss on the cheek. I laid beside as her chest heaved up and down in still heavy breathing. From the corner of my eye I could notice Anne adjusting her clothes back into place.

"So guys, same time next week?" she said with a chuckle.

Still exhausted on the floor, Caitlin nodded and her head and cracked a little smile. "Sounds good, she said, but I was thinking more like tomorrow."