My knight in black leather

My knight in black leather

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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when you need someone to save you, the man on the bike will have to do

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when you need someone to save you, the man on the bike will have to do

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Submitted: August 10, 2017

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Submitted: August 10, 2017

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His cold rings press against my skin, slightly digging in as his firm vice like grip holds my hips. My hand grip the stained sheets as my face buries into the pillow in front of me. He pulls out and I turn around to get another taste of his man meat. At the moment My Morals are like my gag reflex, non-existent.
Let’s go back though and figure out how we me, what is usually a reserved shy girl to this point of slutism

 

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Myself and my boyfriend of 3 years drove his BMW down the street, chatting and enjoy each other’s company. It was one of the few times I was allowed to drive his precious M3 V8. As we pulled up to a set of traffic lights the car started to make a funny noise. When we went to take off however, we got nothing. The car completely died. My boyfriend got out and started to look over the car, lifting the bonnet and fiddling a bit but nothing seemed to work.

He started to get rather angry and actually started to blame me for it. It’s a side I hadn’t really seen of him. “Typical, I let you drive it once and you break it” he snarls at me. “It’s not my fault!” I yell back. It went back and forth for a while, yelling and blaming. Suddenly we heard a rumble in the distance, not thinking much of it we continued our little spat. The rumble approached and turned out to be a rather large gentleman on a Harley. “You two kids alright?” he asked, looking at the fresh faced 18 year old. I would have said he’d be in his 40’s. A little bit of stubble around his chin. I go to say we may need some help but before I can get a word out my every grateful *Eye roll* boyfriend snap at the both of us “were fine, I can fix whatever she broke” and with that we start the back and forth.

The burly biker stand his Harley and hops off, easily standing 6’5 and muscles that were as wide as he is tall he towered over my tiny 4’9 frame. “Here, my names Simon” he says giving me a hand shake, though, my entire hand basically fit in his palm. “Let’s have a look” he says as he walks over to stand next to my boyfriend, whom I used to think was tall, but nothing compared to Simon. After having a look for a while they “Both” came to the conclusion it would need to be towed. As my boyfriend went to get something from the car he “lovingly” shoved me aside. This obviously didn’t sit well with Simon as he get a little loud, yelling to watch out for the young lass. “Better watch yourself young blood, that’s not how things get handled around here with woman” I got rather scared, my boyfriend had a temper with other people and didn’t know how to control it too well. He got a little fired up and as he walked past me, knocked me completely to the ground. It didn’t hurt, but I was angry. My anger, however, didn’t last long as I saw my BF thrown against the car like he was a piece of paper being pinned to a wall.

That’s all it took to calm him, and Simon then walked over and picked me up, putting me back to my feet. “Are you ok love?” he asked “yea, just a scratch” I replied in a huff as I looked at my worthless boyfriend. Simon handed me a helmet. “Here, jump on” is all he said as his V-Twin Dyna roared to life. I climbed on, scared having never been on a bike before. My arms wrapped around Simon as I looked at my boyfriend. A look of hurt was on his face, I smirk at him for treating me like dirt as the bike took off.

My hair flicked behind me as the wind rushed past my face. I rest my head on Simons back. Once the nervous had gone the feeling was amazing. The vibration of the engine between my legs had a little tingle running through me, mixed with my arms around possibly the manliest person my little 18 year old body had been near and needless to say, I was feeling a little frisky. We pulled up at an old workshop/warehouse kind of thing. Nothing else around we walked in and I came to realise, this was his club house. The smell of booze and cigarettes filled my nostrils. “Sorry about the mess, do you want a drink?” a drink sounded amazing at his point. “Don’t worry about the mess but I could go a bourbon” I said with a cute smile. “Ah, a girl after my own heart” he says pouring two bourbons into glasses.

He walks me down the hall, doors fill the walls as we open one and walk it. There are some chairs and a TV, and of course, a bed. “This is my pad” he says. I hesitate, though I don’t even know why. “Oh, unless you would be more comfortable out at the bar of course” he said with a bit of concern. “No, this is lovely, just a little new” I replied. I start asking myself if I’m expected to have sex with him and I think he get read my mind. “Don’t worry, nothing untoward is going to happen” he said reassuring me. “It’s just quieter than being out there is other guys get here” he continues. “Honestly, don’t stress” I said as I took a seat. We started talking, mostly me asking questions to him, making sure he was a safe person. He seemed like such a sweetie, a giant teddy really.

My phone started to go off, buzzing with text messages from my boyfriend asking where I was. I threw the phone onto the bed and rolled my eyes. “Why are you with him, if you don’t mind me asking?” Simon questioned. It was a reasonable one really. I did like him but I couldn’t overly see a future with him. “I guess it’s comfortable, I have fairly low self-esteem after being teased in high school” I replied. “You? Low self-esteem? How could someone as beautiful as you have low self-esteem?” he asked in shock. “I wasn’t overly popular in high school and as such just don’t see myself as being worth much. I’m pretty sure he is only with me because of my nick name in school.” I said. He had a questioning look on his face. “Which was?” he asked. I went red instantly, shy and quiet. “well, uh, in high school, one of the boys was rather fond of one of my abilities in the bedroom and word got around school about it, and I brandished that name ‘Deep Throat Dani’ to go along with my lack of gag reflex” I said as my eyes averted to the ground. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get personal.” He replied, blushing himself. “It’s ok, I own it now, use it to my advantage” I say with a giggle.

We talk some more, getting more and more personal. Eventually I start to wonder if this monster of a man is, well, proportionate. I figure that I don’t really have much to lose and I start to come out of my shell more and more. I stand up off the bed and casually stroll over to him. He is leaning back in his chair so I walk slightly next to him, lean in and give him a gentle kiss on the lips. He breaks the kiss. “Now, now love, I don’t think that’s a good idea”. Oh my god what have I done? He probably has kids my age or something. “I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t mean to upset you, it was wrong for me to assume you would want to do something with me” I say as I get my stuff together. “Hang on dear” he says as he stand to his feet and gently grabs my arm. “You haven’t upset me, and let’s get one thing straight, it would be a privilege to spend some intimate time with you, but you do have boyfriend and I don’t want to be the cause of you doing something you will regret” is that all? He is such a sweetie. “I don’t do things I think ill regret, when I decide to do something, I’m sure of it” I saw, almost breaking my neck to look up at him. “I’m sure you do, you’re a very independent woman” he says. We stand for a minute, starring at each other. I wanted to kiss him again, but I would need a step ladder to do so now.

“That kiss was pretty good though” he says as he breaks the silence. I smirk, a little cheeky smile coming across my face. “You know, I could always show you why I got that nickname”. He smiles

“I think I know how that nickname would come about”

“Yea, but surely a real life demonstration would be better than just thinking about it?” I ask as my hands rest on his belt. “I suppose I can’t argue there” he replies as he leans in to kiss me. Our lips lock, this time with tongue. His arms reach around me a hoist me up. He carries me over and sit back down. We make out for a while, I can feel his rod start to grow in his pants. I slide off and assume the kneeling position. As I unbuckle his belt he watches and warns “I’m not going to be like the teeny boys you’re used to” he says. This excited me as I hurried to remove these jeans. “I’m sure I can take it” I say as I release his monster. My questioning earlier was answered, he was definitely not proportionate. His man meat sat there, easily twice the size of anything I had seen before and much bigger than I was expecting. I struggle to wrap my hand around the base, looking his cock in the eye I start to rub and play with it. I start to use both hands, which fit on his shaft and still had room between my hands and his tip. I spit on it to get it covered in lube as I prepare my mouth and throat for the assault they are about to receive. 

As my hands stroked his shaft my mouth took his clean balls and started to suck them. I felt him grow harder in my hand. Every now and then he would twitch with pleasure. I released his sack from my lips and licked my way up his cock. Gently wrapping my lips around until it was completely in my mouth. I rest there, running my tongue around his knob before slowly feeding more and more in until his nuts rest on my chin. I slowly let him out. A sigh releases from his lips. “I definitely see how you got that name now” he says with a smile. “I’m not done yet” I say giving a cheeky grin back. Once again I feed him into my mouth, then start bobbing back and forth. I would withdraw him completely before sharply throwing myself back down onto it. I took him all the way out and rested his tip on my tongue with my mouth open. I took my phone out and took a selfie in this pose. I had intended to send it to my boyfriend, but as he sat on my tongue some pre cum made its way out and tickled my tastebuds. This distracted me just enough to forget about the phone and continue my rigorous and rough head job.

He was being so gentle and clearly not wanting to hurt me, but there was no need. My throat could take him whole. I started to get a little wet between the legs and without knowing it found myself rubbing my pussy with my free hand. Simon obviously saw this and couldn’t hold back. He stood up and picked me up, throwing me onto the bed with my legs in the air. In one swift move he took my jean shorts off and threw them across the room while also kicking his off. He drags me to the edge of the bed and puts my legs over his shoulder. His hands slide under my backside and begins to eat my love nest. He was amazing, had clearly done it one or two or a hundred times. I found my hands gripping his head as I arched my back. My moans filling the quiet room. The loud sounds of licking and slurping as my cum runs from me and over his face. I wanted to feel him inside me. “Fuck me, please” I beg.

Simon stands up and goes to get what I can only assume is the largest condom in the world from his drawer. I sit up and grab him, pulling him onto the bed. “No time for that stuff” I say as I begin to straddle him. As I get ready to take him inside me I wonder if, while my mouth could take him, if my other holes could. I feel him playing with me, rubbing his tip over my clit as he lines up. Suddenly, I think about my boyfriend, how I just left him on the side of the road, and for about half a second I feel guilty. But the guilt disappeared the second Simons tip spread my lips and began to enter my wet entrance. I slowly lowered myself onto him, and he was happy to let me go at my own pace. His head tipped back in pleasure as my warmth ran down his log. I put my hands on his chest as I came to a rest with every inch of him inside me. Slowly I grind before gently bouncing. Each bounce I take a little more of him comes out before I slam back down onto him. His hands reached up my back and pulled me into him. Kissing deeply as he started thrusting upwards into me. Harder and faster each time. The more my pussy adjusted to the size the wetter I got.

I started sucking on his neck as his hands gripped my ass, pulling on it in ecstasy. He sits himself up and lifts me off the ground. He was long enough to not worry about falling out. Slamming me into the wall with a thud, I let out a small gasp. As I sit there in the air, pinned against the wall with the mammoth of a cock having its way with me I suddenly feel sorry for any other guy, nothing will fill me like this is. I release my legs from around his waist and get down. I drag him over to the bed, his cock almost dripping with my cum. I give him a few more sucks, getting him once again down my throat before kneeling on the bed with my ass in the air. I tease him, reaching my hands back and spreading my lips. He lines up and (not as slowly) enters me once again. “Shit your tight” I hear him say. I couldn’t muster enough energy to say anything, I just let him work me. He holds my hair, pulling it back while working me to another orgasm. Wanting to taste the two of us mix I pull him out.

This is where you guys came in. so here I am, sucking my juice off this monster man while his hands push my head further down. I needed more though so I reassume the doggy position, with my face buried into the sheets once more I let him at me. I reach back and pull my ass cheeks apart, taking one of his hands I guide him to where I want, he wets his thumb on my clit before sliding it into my backdoor. He pushes in all the way down to his ring and uses my asshole to hold me there while he pounds me, slapping my ass. My hands fall off my ass as they then grip the pillow, I look back and see drips coming from my love nest as his face contorts. I know he is about to cum. I flip over and stroke him until his load ends up all over my chest, my face, my hair and the bed. I lay there, naked and completely satisfied. Looking up at him I slowly wipe the cum up with my fingers and lick them clean. I don’t even remember my top coming off, but it lay there over the chair, slightly ripped. “Next time, aim for my mouth” I said with a wink. “Next time?” he questions “you can’t just tease me with once, I’m going to want more” I say. “From now on, every time I need a good hard screw, I’m calling you” I continue with a smile.


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