Distracting a motorcyclist, Daisy got his full attention.
I glanced over my shoulder at the growl of a motorcycle downshifting gears hard to park up outside the department store behind me. Harleys do something for me, but their owners can be so over the top… They’re better just to think about late at night than to actually risk doing anything with. But this wasn’t actually a Harley, as I found out later – it was an old Triumph. Cool – I like different, too.
The door was close enough for me to catch a good reflected angle of the rider. He was wearing heavy black boots, jeans, a worn leather belt and no shirt. He had a deep, rich tan and two nipple rings twinkled at me from a wide crop of sun-bleached blond chest hairs. I thought of my own pierced (and currently erect) nipples.
I followed him in. Dawdling by the baskets didn’t get me a good view and I went deeper into the place. The air conditioning didn’t do much to cool the heat growing in my pussy.
I walked past the men’s accessories section a few minutes later and saw him up close. He was picking out a belt – a thick, stout one with studs here and there. There was a display of petite tank tops across the main aisle nearby and I circled around it to catch a view of his tight bum. Yum!
I followed him towards the front of the shop while watching his arse swagger. Trying to keep my eyes off that sexy leather belt, which he was casually swinging and smacking against the side of his legs, was a lost cause. Oh God, I just love leather and the things men can do with it. I love it when they wrap it around my wrists; I love it when they swipe it across my bare quivering cheeks as I arch them to ask for more, even as they burn and redden.
He turned to walk the length of the store to the pharmacy section, with me not far behind. I glanced at the rack of condoms he was examining as I passed his aisle, and then at his mildly acne-scarred face. His long lashes blinked and when his eyes opened again we were eyeball-to eyeball. He smiled as he shook blond streaked brown curls out of his face and asked, “Do you think this belt will look OK on me?”.
I guess I hadn’t been as subtle about following him as I thought. “Well, yes, I think it might just do…” I pretended to look at his waist and belt loops, but I had to take in the nice view a little lower down. Those jeans wrapped tightly around his arse and his bulge in the front. “Sometimes belts can look good on women, too,” I said, shamelessly.
“Damn, I do believe you’re right,” he returned. “What’s your name?” “Daisy.”
He nodded and replied, “Mike,” before reaching and picking out some ribbed condoms and a bottle of lube. The lube was what interested me most, as I decided Mike had a good chance of getting in between some red-hot buttered buns before the day was through.
“I saw your bike. It’s cool. What make is it?” “A Triumph,” he said, laughing a little at my curiosity. “Want to enjoy some sun and wind?” “I’d love to.” I pulled my strapless top up from where I’d allowed it to almost slip off my boobs and the friction made my nipples harden and pop up like large peanuts. He looked long enough to make out the barbells piercing them and then smacked the belt against his leg hard enough to make me jump a little.
“Only bad girls tease like that…” He raised his eyebrows quizzically, making the statement more of a question. “Yes,” I agreed, and bent down slowly to pick up a stray pack of condoms I’d spotted on the floor. Feeling my denim shorts ride up hard between my cheeks as he watched me bend over almost had me coming right there. “OK, we’re out of here!” he said huskily, taking my arm and steering me to the checkout. He got the belt and condoms and we left.
High Speed Vibrations
Clambering onto the back of his Triumph, my top slipped down, and he noted this with a glint in his eye before I quickly readjusted. Oops!
The seat had a padded rail behind to keep me from falling off, and a leather-covered bump on the seat to stop me from sliding into him too hard. Little did I know then what that bump could also do. He later told me it was his own design, with a spring steel loop in it.
He accelerated fast across the near lane and let the engine reach full power – the vibes were transmitted through my body. I clutched his chest and forced myself against that leather bump as tight as I could.
I couldn’t keep my hand off his nipple rings and I even twisted them a little as I pressed against his naked back. Maybe he’d get revenge for that later, I thought. I slid a hand down to his crotch as we joined the motorway and headed east for the countryside. I shook and arched against that devilish leather seat and just couldn’t hold out any longer. I came so hard it almost made him swerve off the road. I guess I must have clutched him a bit too hard downstairs.
“Sorry,” I yelled into his ear against the wind noise. “You will be!” It was a promise more than a threat and we both knew it. I put more of my weight on the foot pegs and pushed away from the bump – enough is enough, I decided, and I get sensitive right after.
He weaved around traffic and finally broke free from the pack of cars. We were flying down the road alone at close to a hundred miles per hour when I reached down and tried to unzip his jeans.
He moaned loud enough for me to hear and went almost iron-hard in seconds. Then, shuddering and fighting to control the bike, he reached down and pulled my hand away. “Spoilsport!” I yelled into the wind as he slowed a little. “Hah! Spoilt little girl you mean – do you want us to crash?” he shouted back at me. “I’m sorry,” I responded, only feeling minutely guilty. “You will be. I know just what to do with naughty young ladies.” I moaned a little. “The belt?” “The belt.”
Revved Up
He pulled over into the next lay-by – a secluded forest area – and I thought I was in for it then, but he clearly had other ideas. He put the bike up on its kickstand and sat down on a low stone wall facing away from the road, then barked, “On your knees, girl!”
I sank to the ground with one of his outstretched legs between mine and took his dick out of the now fully open zipper. There was a glistening drop at the tip. I reached out my tongue for a teasing little lick as I wrapped my hand tight around it. Mmm. It had a faintly salty taste. I was very aware of the smell of leather and I couldn’t resist sliding down enough to push myself hard against one of his black leather biking boots.
“Ride it!” he said as he pushed his boot forward. I worked his beautiful mushroom-headed cock with my hand while grinding hard against his boot. When he came, I was jerking him so violently that we both got sprayed with his come. Seeing streams of come squirt all over us both pushed me right over the edge, too. I was still shaking a bit as I rested my head on his thigh and caught my breath. He stroked my hair lightly. It felt good. He was nasty, but nice too – I liked that, as long as he didn’t forget the belt.
We untangled ourselves and got cleaned up a bit before getting back on the main road. The day was warm and the air flowing by was thick with a green countryside scent. My arms were loose around him and we were just enjoying the ride, but we both also knew there was more to come.
Eventually we turned south, down a beautiful old winding road. I tingled with adrenaline as we dipped and weaved in and out of each curve, wind in our faces and bodies tight together. It wasn’t just the ride, though. I knew he had that belt and I wanted to feel it slapped against my naughty young arse. No shame here. Maybe he would tie me up or bend me over a low branch or even belt my bush a bit – not too hard, though.
The motor’s vibrations increased as he down-shifted instead of using the brakes and I leaned hard into the bump again, but then we turned into a small picnic area that was deserted. He drove right on through and along a faint path into the trees. He seemed to know this area well. We went up and over hills, further into the thin forest. We were well away from the road when he stopped and we got off. The air was cooler up here and smelled of fresh grass. He smelled good, too – sweaty, but with a cleaner hint of soap as well.
His cock was back in his jeans, but they were still unzipped. I pulled my top over my head and turned away from him to lay it carefully on the ground. My legs were wide apart and I bent so far I could place my hands flat on the ground and look at him through the gap between my legs. I twitched my bum cheekily – invitingly – and he laughed, but it was a low, sexy laugh. He liked it, I could tell as I stood and turned back towards him.
He grabbed me and squeezed my arse so hard I squeaked a little. Then he lifted me right off the ground and I wrapped my legs tight around his waist. God, he was awfully strong.
After a few minutes of hot sun, warm roaming hands and some amazingly deep kissing, we were naked and I was being held down by a belt cinched tight around my wrists. He held it over my head with one hand and was pinching my nipples hard with the other.
“Ow! That hurts!” I struggled a bit against his knee, which was forced between my legs and against my pussy, getting slippery with my juices. “Good – you almost crashed us.” He reached down and caressed my clit rhythmically as he forced my legs further apart with his. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, and then maybe you can come again, you little witch!” And he stopped just as I was starting to shake and moan. Pulling me up, he dragged me over to a fallen tree that was leaning at a 45-degree angle into another one.
Lesson Learnt
Within seconds he had my legs forced over the trunk. My arms were pulled out above my head, and he’d lifted me up far enough so that my legs dangled free a few inches above the ground. My wrists were still tied and the belt was wrapped around my elbows, keeping me from sliding back down the wood. It was smooth for a tree, but felt rough as hell on my bare bush and he’d pulled my lips apart so my clit was right against it. It hurt, but I was shaking and wanted him to fuck me like that. Right up my pert bum.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never, ever forget,” he promised fiercely. He was taking his belt out of his discarded jeans as he said it. I really hate to admit it, but that old, old line was exactly what I needed to hear as I struggled and rubbed myself half raw. I wish I could have seen myself so helpless, stretched out with my arms high up the leaning tree and my bound feet hanging down below. He must have been able to see my bum-hole and right into my c**t.
“Ow! Hey! Hey!” I cried out as he swung the belt against my bare cheeks. He gave me ten strokes and then started on my tits, which were hanging down on each side of the three-inch tree trunk. “Oh, please, please!”
I was panting and moving my arse, trying to make it stick up more so he’d keep spanking me there, which he did. He let the belt swing between my cheeks, right into my lips, and I jerked and moaned out, “Oh, oh yes…please!”, and he did. Over and over. Not horribly hard, but hard enough for me to remember for many months afterwards.
I looked at him when he stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow and his dick was so purple it was nearly black. The veins were so thick and his balls were swinging low in the hot sun. I could smell his musky man-smell and I loved it.
“Do it to me… Do it, Mike. Any way you want, any way at all, whatever you want. Please, anything,” I begged. He walked behind me and I didn’t know whether to brace myself or try to relax. I felt the lube drip warm and fragrant down between my cheeks and his finger rub it in. Then I welcomed his stiff rubber-clad cock as he slid it firmly into my spanked-red arse. I gasped loud. I could feel his balls swinging against my lips as I pushed back into him to keep my clit from being rubbed off on the wood. It was so intense I could hardly believe it.
He was twisting my tits as he thrust in and out of my arsehole. My hands were clenched as my whole body tensed up. I cried out with him as he came and I came and we both jerked and spasmed against each other over and over.
“Oh wow. That was so good,” he murmured as he leaned forward and caressed my hair and back muscles. I sighed my agreement. “Could you let me loose now, though? Please, Mike? Sir?” I was almost purring at him, and might have stayed that way forever, but I was getting a bit uncomfortable without the intensity of the sex to dampen the pain. I felt a thrill of fear shoot down my spine as he grabbed my hair and pulled back my head, but he just leaned forward and kissed my lips before he started to loosen the belt.
Yes… nasty but nice, too.
