The Ride

[venus_can]

This is a closed thread between venus_can and amsterdam.
We invite you to ride along and read along. Please feel free to make suggestions to keep the erotic element alive...

Cast of Characters:

Alex - A Woman 6 feet tall... short cropped hair and the figure of a body builder - well toned muscular body, small breasts. She loves to ride motorbikes.

John - A good-looking man - about 5'6" well groomed, vain.
He likes tall women. His fantasy is to be taken forcefully by a tall, muscular woman and totally dominated.

The Plot -
Its a busy afternoon at bar where John is having a few drinks and waiting for friends.
Suddenly a tall, muscular woman shows up, orders a drink. John keeps looking at her in fascination. He has never seen her at this pub before. She suddenly walks up to him, asking for directions.
John offers to show her. She takes him on a ride in her motorbike...

So begins the thread

 

[venus_can]

Alex

It was the normal hot, humid Friday evenings. Even riding my motorbike without my leather jacket was proving to be oppressive. I wanted to peel my muscle shirt off so that I could feel a little wind. Not that too many people would notice .... my ultra small boobs and bulging muscles made me look more like a man than a woman anyway.

I stopped at a pub on the other side of town. From the looks like of it, there was the usual happy hour crowd. Suddenly I have a thought.

It has been a while since I had taken a guy. I needed to dominate a man and fuck him with my strap-on. The very thought makes me wet. I look down to make sure that the mositure did not show thru my jeans, since I am not wearing any panties.

I stop the bike and enter the bar. My eyes survey the scene looking for a possible prey. Most guys were ogling, looking at me wondering if I was a woman without a bra, or a man with a hint of breasts.

I order my drinks and sit down at a table. As I light up a cigar, I notice a guy at the other end of the room. His mouth is open, look of admiration intense. I notice a small bulge in his pants. Not a bad looking, I think. Well dressed and well groomed.

I blow smoke towards him, beckoning him towards me. He looks at me in dismay...

 

[amsterdam]

John

Is she looking at me? Is she beckoning me over? God damn it, she is. My Dad always said that my roving eye would get me in trouble and this broad had trouble tattooed right across her forehead. She'd given me a bulge in my Calvin Klein's and no doubt she was now going to give me a piece of her mind for staring at her for too long. Maybe I could tell her I'd got a lazy eye or something and that I'd been looking out of the window behind her to check the weather.

Christ, this wouldn't be the first time I'd been caught ogling but I couldn't see this having the consequences of the first time. Yeah, the first time was the worst time - the start of my disastrous marriage. I was fresh out of college and in my second week of my first sales job for a lawnmower manufacturer. I was waiting to ask the receptionist if she'd had any messages for me while I'd been out and unconsciously stood starring at her huge boobs while she finished on the phone. I think it was the third cough she did that made me realise she had finished the phone conversation a while ago.

Hell, maybe this girl wanted a piece of me too. Being good looking had its advantages.Yeah, hopefully history was repeating itself. At the time I thought I was the luckiest man on earth. When I looked at the receptionists face fearing the worst, she just smiled and said, "Meet in the stationary cupboard in ten minutes and you can inspect them a little closer."

Two months later and I discovered I was going to be a father. Her sex drive went down in line with the company stock after the birth and even though her Dad owned the company and made sure that my career progression was rapid, I wish I'd have kept my dick in my pants that day.

You see now, I’m still selling bloody lawnmowers and to make matters worse, the company is down on its knees. My wife is a mouse, my sex life virtually non-existant. She certainly isn’t anything like the girl who couldn’t wait to stick my pencil in her box on that very first day we met. Huh, she even takes it in turns to squeak along with bed on the rare occasions I get to fuck her these days. Bed, Janice, bed, Janice, creak, squeak, creak, squeak. She’s still got the big boobs of course but the problem is that they almost touch her knees these days. What I’d give at the moment to feel and suck on a pair of small perky breasts, situated where they should be on a woman: in the middle of her chest.

Yeah, this broad could be just the ticket. If I could just talk my way out of the staring and she doesn't turn out to be a dyke, then I could see myself lying underneath her frame, hands tied to the bed, ball gag forced in my mouth while she had her way with me. I bet she wouldn’t squeak. I bet she’d grunt and moan and tell me what to do. My god, she’s whistling at me now.

I played it cool, taking another swig of my hard earned double JD on the rocks and checked out my slick hair in the bar mirror. I patted the sides down and climbed off my bar stool, straightening my tie and jacket as I stood up.

“Hey,” I said nodding upwards as I approached her table. Here it came, the torrent of abuse for leering at her.

“Sit down tiger,” she ordered. I looked around but no one was paying much notice. My face felt a little flush and I felt my cock twitch at the sound of her commanding voice. “I need a man who can show me the way…” I gulped as she paused to fish for something in her bag. “…to here,” she finished, producing a map. “I’m a little lost, think you can help me…?” she paused waiting for me to tell her my name.

“John,” I managed. “John Drew. I know the area very well. Let me show you the best route.” I said indicating for her to pass me the map.

She ignored me. “What do you do John?” she asked curtly, not taking her eyes off my own. Her stare was intense, bordering on the aggressive.

“I, I sell sports cars.” Hell, what did I say that for?

“So you like fast things huh? Let’s go for a ride John Drew. You can show me the way now.” It was more of an order than a request. She towered over me as we stood and thrust a helmet into my midriff.

“A, a motorbike?” I stammered. I hadn’t noticed the helmets when she walked in. Too busy looking at her pretty face and statuesque figure.

“Well done John. Now follow me.” She took a final poof of her cigar and stubbed it out before marching out of the bar, my little steps trying to keep up with her.

 

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Alex

"Sports cars huh" I thought to myself. I could swear this guy sold insurance to old women. Anyway, I figured I will soon find out.

I gulped my drink and crushed my cigar into ash tray, blowing one more blue smoke into John's face.

I stood up, pushing my chair back. I noticed John still had half a glass full. "Lets go" I said.

John looked at his glass as if to say, "I still want to finish my drink". I snatched the mug and left it on the table. I threw a ten on the table, "That ought to cover it."

"I am starving and I will buy you dinner, ok?" I grab his hands in mine and drag him out.

I start my motorbike and look at him. "Get behind and sit there"

I accelerate out the parking lot and into the highway. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him fidgeting.

"DO you want fall off this fucking bike you idiot?" I scream, "Put your arms around me".

I can feel him nervously putting his arms around me. I decide to accelerate suddenly and adjust myself on my seat. John's hand slide up, slowly moving towards my breasts...

 

[amsterdam]

John

I was scared now. I didn’t like fast things and this crazy lady was riding like she was in a hurry. Maybe she was in a hurry. Dinner huh? First she orders me to ‘show her the way’ and then decides she’s hungry and is going to buy me dinner. Was this some sort of sexual code she was throwing at me?

The motorbike thrust forward with great power and Biker girl leaned a little further forward into the headwind. My hands slid up her torso so that they were resting just below her pert little breasts. She had on a white t-shirt, her nipples standing out like bullets against the cool air rushing by us and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. I wondered if she had any underwear on. My hands started involuntarily shaking; trying desperately to stay positioned around her muscular midriff and not drift any higher. I tried to take the thought of her breasts out of my mind but she slid even further back into her seat, pushing her shapely ass into my crotch.

My cock was throbbing now. The vibrations and power of the bike between my legs and the feeling of her body pressed closely against me were driving me wild. I couldn’t help it, I had to feel those tits, had to have them in my hands, needed to know what reaction I’d get. I waited until we were on a straight open stretch of road and casually slipped my hands upwards until they were cupping her breasts. I felt her body tense a little as I held my hands there, my face grimacing waiting for an adverse reaction. It never came.

With my confidence growing I roamed my hands slowly and carefully all over her chest, finally pausing at her nipples. I pulled on them both at the same time and the motorbike started to veer across the road. I was about to stop when she straightened it up again and so I continued, enjoying the hardness, rolling them in my fingers and gently pulling and twisting. Her riding was becoming a little more erratic and as we approached a built up residential area, I stopped my tweaking and held my hands over her breasts, pleased that she’d obviously enjoyed my little play and liked having my hands resting upon her.

She soon slowed and pulled up in front of a house. There wasn’t a restaurant in sight. She turned off the ignition and swung her leg over and climbed off. I stayed on the bike, enjoying her towering presence, wondering what reward I’d get for her little pleasuring on the journey. We pulled off our helmets at the same time and instead of the smiling face I was expecting to see, I was staring at a face of thunder.

“Did I tell you that it was okay to play with my tits? Well? Answer me you dirty little man!”

“No, I’m…” she cut me short.

“Right, get off my bike, now!” I did as I was told. I’m sure my face must have been red. My embarrassment wasn’t helped by the fact that a little old lady was smiling to herself as she shuffled past us. “Right John Drew, you’re going to follow me and do exactly as I say do you understand?” I looked at her, a little scared now. “I said do you understand?” She was yelling at the top of her voice.

“Yes.” I had a hundred questions in my head but daren’t speak.

“Yes what John Drew?”

“Yes ma’am?” I tried timidly, cowering backwards as she took a step closer to me. I could smell cigars on her breath as she spoke.

“Yes ma’am!” she laughed loudly, inches from my face. “My friends call me Alex but to you I’m Mistress Alexander. Understand?”

“Yes…yes, Mistress Alexander,” I quickly added. She stood looking at me, hands on her hips, her eyes inspecting my body. She made me feel pathetic, like a naughty school boy and yet the erection in my pants was growing stronger. My eyes were darting around, trying to avoid her stare, wondering what to do, wondering what I’d let myself in for. “Err, are you not hungry anymore?”

She slapped me across the face. Hard. “Speak to me without being spoken to first ever again and you’ll get much worse than that. Same goes if you fail to address me properly. Am I getting through to you?”

“Yes Mistress Alexander,” I blurted out, flinching as she pulled back her hand. She ran it through her hair and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’ll answer your question just this once John Drew. Yes I am hungry and guess what?” I daren’t guess, I daren’t speak. I stood still and said nothing. She moved forward and whispered in my ear. “You’re my main course John Drew.”

She said nothing more as I felt a little dribble of wetness escape from the end of my fully erect cock.

 

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Alex

I see the once slightly arrogant man had turned into a sissy. My slap seems to have encouraged his erection.

I moved my hand close to his cock, feeling his erection. Touching his cock thruough layers of clothing gave me a buzz. I suddenly wanted to fuck him badly.

I grabbed a hold of his shirt and yanked it open, buttons falling all around him. I next grabbed his belt and yanked it open.

"Get your fucking pants off. Let me see what you have hidden there" I commanded.

With trembling hands, John opened unbutton his pants, standing there in his silly looking boxer shorts. His cock was standing out garishly thru the shorts like it had a mind its own.

I grabbed his shorts before he could make a move and pulled it down. There was a bit of pre-cum peeking thru the slit.

"Wipe that pre-cum off your cock. Have you tasted your cum?" I asked.

John shook his head mouthing "Never" and gingerly wiped the drops of whitish liquid.

"Now put that finger in your mouth and suck on it. Tell me how it tastes."

John did as he was told and I waited to hear his comment, fingering my nipples.




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Alex

I see the once slightly arrogant man had turned into a sissy. My slap seems to have encouraged his erection.

I moved my hand close to his cock, feeling his erection. Touching his cock thruough layers of clothing gave me a buzz. I suddenly wanted to fuck him badly.

I grabbed a hold of his shirt and yanked it open, buttons falling all around him. I next grabbed his belt and yanked it open.

"Get your fucking pants off. Let me see what you have hidden there" I commanded.

With trembling hands, John opened unbutton his pants, standing there in his silly looking boxer shorts. His cock was standing out garishly thru the shorts like it had a mind its own.

I grabbed his shorts before he could make a move and pulled it down. There was a bit of pre-cum peeking thru the slit.

"Wipe that pre-cum off your cock. Have you tasted your cum?" I asked.

John shook his head mouthing "Never" and gingerly wiped the drops of whitish liquid.

"Now put that finger in your mouth and suck on it. Tell me how it tastes."

John did as he was told and I waited to hear his comment, fingering my nipples.

 

[amsterdam]

John

I couldn’t believe what I was actually doing. Here I was in the middle of a street in some unfamiliar neighbourhood with my pants and boxers round my ankles, my cock sticking up like the lever on a one armed bandit, just about to suck my own cum from the end of my finger. This woman had some sort of spell on me, she must be some sort of witch. Her eyes were starring at mine, warning me to get on with it and all the while, her hands were brazenly under her cotton t-shirt, rubbing away at those tantalising, erect nipples.

I put my finger to my mouth and furtively looked around to make sure no one was around. I saw a curtain twitch out of the corner of my eye, the feeling of discomfort and helplessness growing. I swallowed quickly, my face grimacing, fearing the worst. The taste wasn’t all that strong but the thought of swallowing my own cum, the sticky gooey substance sliding down my throat in the middle of the road had the effect of wilting my cock.

“Well?” she demanded.

“It was okay,” I lied.

“Okay huh?” she was enjoying this. “In that case we’ll go inside and collect some in a cup for you to enjoy. What do you say to that?”

“I think you’d enjoy more if you let me shoot it in your pussy or maybe over your tits Mistress Alexander.”

“Don’t be so disgusting!” she screamed. “Pull your pants up and get inside. Now!”

She continued to finger her nipples under her t-shirt as I hurriedly pulled up my pants, my shirt left dangling untidily over my belt which was left unfastened. I wasn’t even sure which her house was but started making my way up the nearest set of steps as I heard a car approaching. Alex never moved, standing there shamelessly playing with her own tits at the side of her motorbike as the car drifted past. Without saying a word to me, she finally stopped pleasuring herself and strode past me on the steps, opening the door ahead of us. I stood staring, mesmerised.

“Come on you horrible little pervert. In!”

My cock was starting to come alive again making it uncomfortable to walk as I made my way inside, entering the unknown…

 

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Alex

I kicked him in his butt to prod him along.

Being aggressive with him and seeing him get aroused turned me on. A deviant thought entered my head.

I locked the door and ordered, "Why dont you get rid of those clothes?"

Sensing his hesitation, I slapped him across his face, "NOW!"

John quickly lost his clothes. He was trying hard to cover his genitals. I kicked his hand away with my feet. His cock was now standing at full attention, fully erect and ready for action.

I removed my top and dropped my jeans, revealing mu naked form.

"Havent you see a woman nude before, you pervert?" I screamed looking at his expression.

His eyes seemed to be focussed on my smooth clean shaven pussy and my labia, which was now erect like a tiny cock.

 

[amsterdam]

John

I thought I better answer before she started kicking me somewhere that might really hurt. “Of course I have Mistress Alexander, it’s just…well, I’ve never seen a body like yours before. You’re so lean and muscular and your tits look like they’re begging to be sucked and nibbled on…” I suddenly stopped, fearing that I been too vulgar again.

“Go on, keep talking!” she exclaimed.

I didn’t hesitate. “Your legs are so sexy. They look so strong and shapely and long. You’d look amazing in high heeled boots and stockings Mistress.” I could see she was enjoying my words. “And your pussy looks so fuckable Mistress Alexander. It looks so nice and smooth. I’d very much like to lick it.”

“Well don’t just stand there you fucking sissy. Get down and attend to it with your tongue!”

I dropped instantly to my knees and shuffled over to her, ignoring the pain of the hard wooden floorboards scraping against my bony knees. My eyes continued to feast on her body as I drew closer, not daring to look up at her eyes.

She stood perfectly still as I gripped a leg with each hand and went straight for her slit using the flat of my tongue. As it made contact, her legs buckled slightly and I waited until she‘d regained her composure before I ventured slowly north.

Her breathing became more audible as I carefully worked up and down her opening. I noticed her hands move to her rock hard nipples and I could feel her legs trembling slightly as I worked my tongue around her labia.

“Enough!” she announced suddenly. I wondered if she was close to coming. She seemed to be getting off on the domination thing as much as I was with being treated like her own personal sex slave. “On your feet and follow me!”

I got up and started following her down the dark hallway. She turned into a doorway to the right and as I entered behind her, I was surprised to find that she’d led me into the kitchen.

She stopped and turned to look at me, shaking her head. I stopped dead in my tracks, my cock still bobbing about in front of me wondering what was coming next.

“Face the wall away from me,” she said sternly. “Hands together behind your back.”

I heard a draw being opened and then some rustling. It could have been cutlery and I was praying she wasn’t planning on approaching me with a knife. I felt beads of perspiration forming on my head as the draw slammed shut and I couldn’t help but turn to look at her.

“Did I tell you to turn round?” she screamed.

“No. No Mistress Alexander.”

“Then take this as punishment.”

My body tensed in fear and I closed my eyes. Thwack! Her bare hand slapped across my right ass cheek and I winced in pain and surprise at the attack on my exposed buttocks. Thwack! This time my left cheek. I knew better than to cry out and stood waiting for the third hit.

It never came. Instead, she gripped my wrists tightly and started to bind them together behind my back with some sort of string. When she’d finished and tested her handy work by pulling against the string and my hands, she spun me round so I was facing her. She had a wicked grin on her face and without warning she tightly gripped my throbbing cock, her intense stare once again boring into my eyes.

“No more trouble John Drew otherwise you’ll get more than a red behind.”

She let go of my cock and left me standing there as she made her way over to the rectangular pinewood table in the far corner of the room. She slid backwards on to it and spread her legs…

 

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Alex

"Stay!" I screamed at him and he stood rooted to the spot.

I lay spread eagled on the table, while John stood there watching. I could tell he was afraid to make a move, yet he was fully aroused. His cock was totally erect, his nipples were hard and his breathing shallow.

I ran my hands over my pussy. I needed to get off. My thumb was over my clit, while my index finger deep inside my clit. As I rubbed my clit and moved my index finger in and out of my pussy, my hips began to move up and down. I extended my middle finger towards my ass and sank it deep into the hole...

As my movements became faster and faster, I sensed John squirming in place. Wanting to move, yet fearful of being slapped, he was in pain watching me masturbate.

Suddenly, my whole body tensed up and then relaxed as I climaxed. Cum flowed down my thighs and I removed my hands from my pussy.

"Come here", I motioned to John. He ambled over, uncertain what to do.

"Clean me up. Lick my thighs and pussy you sissy" I said.

He bent down and I felt his tongue on my thighs. I motioned him to come closer and lick my pussy. Feeling his tongue on my pussy, I came again, dripping my cum on his face.

With my foot, I rubbed his cock. I guess that was all the impetus he needed. He came, with his cum sloshing on my toes.

I slapped him hard across his face, "Look at what you did, you numbnuts. CLEAN this fucking mess up!".

Scared John obeyed, licking my toes with tongue.

 

[amsterdam]

John

I was a little embarrassed to say the least. Watching Alex masturbate had got me going but then to have the kinky bitch rub my cock teasingly with her sexy feet and little red painted toenails, well, it was too much. But now as I was licking my own cum for the second time that day, this time off her feet, my cheeks matched those toenails in colour. It didn’t help that she was squirming about as I was trying to clean up. The odd toe in your nose or mouth isn’t pleasant at the best of times.

“Come on you serf! We haven’t got all day. There, no there,” she wiggled her right foot at me. “In between those two. Go on get your filthy tongue in there.”

I did as I was told, suddenly wondering if being ordered about was as much fun as I’d hoped. Maybe it was because I’d just cum. I always felt a little guilty and not exactly horny after ejaculation. Maybe it was time to go home to my timid wife. I hadn’t really done anything too bad after all. I could live with receiving a quick foot job.

“I’m going upstairs for a while. Wait here and don’t move.” She kicked a chair towards me and I was grateful to get up off my knees and sit down. My cock looked pathetic now: limp and shrivelled, covered in sticky goo.

I heard her bare feet pound upstairs and then it all went quiet for a while. I wondered if she was masturbating again or getting changed. I tested the string that was tied behind my back as my wrists were starting to ache but it wouldn’t budge. What the heck had I got myself into? What had she got planned for me next? Maybe she still wanted me to fuck her. I heard water running and then after what seemed like an eternity of staring at the wall, her booming voice echoed down the stairs.

“John! Get your sorry naked ass upstairs. Now!”

I steadily got up, making sure I didn’t fall over and made my way up the stairs. The running water stopped as I reached the last step. It was coming from my right and I could see steam behind a frosted glass door. I turned with my back to the door and tapped quickly on the glass with my fingers.

The door opened suddenly and I spun round only to be cloaked in steam, unable to see anything within what I assumed was the bathroom. Her lips came from nowhere, finding mine with ease, pushing hard against me, opening eagerly. I responded in kind and felt her hands on my buttocks, pulling me closer into her. I could feel that she was naked as her tongue began to probe my mouth, darting around, hungrily exploring. My cock began to grow again, straining against Alex’s sizeable thigh.

She pulled away as quickly as she’d latched on to me.

“Get that dirty little cock away from me!” she screamed. “Is there something wrong with you? Is it permanently erect? Well?”

“No mistress Alexander.”

“Well get yourself in then. Hurry up.”

The steam had cleared and behind her was a large bath, full of bubble bath covered water. I walked past her and dipped a toe in, immediately pulling it away.

“It’s too hot mistress Alexander,” I pleaded. She didn’t have to say anything, her scowl and her step towards me was enough. I closed my eyes and winced as right foot disappeared into the foamy mass. I could feel my body temperature rising and my foot and ankle felt like it was on fire. Thwack! Alex slapped me across the ass again and my left foot quickly followed into the scolding water. I stood there looking at her.

“It’s not going to get clean with you stood like that is it? Is it?” she shouted.

“No mistress Alexander but I can’t clean it anyway. My hands are tied.”

“Well sit down you pathetic little man and I suppose I’ll have to clean it for you.”