Biker Babe, Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Biker Babe, Chapter Two

... put her hands behind her back as ordered. She trembled with excitement and her pussy was dripping. With one hand still firmly gripping her flame-red hair, his other hand moved between her legs and found her wet and willing. "Damn, you are a wet little slut aren't you?" he growled low. His fingers toyed with her pussy lips and rubbed over her clit as she moaned, her knees almost giving way in her excitement. "Ohh, Bear..." she moaned. Instantly, the hand that was fondling her moved up to slap her tits hard and suddenly, pulling the air from her lungs and making her gasp. "What did I tell you to call me, whore?" he yelled. "Sir! Oh please I'm sorry, Sir!" she yelped as her tits stung from the blows. "I can see we have a lot of work ahead of us. You have a lot to learn if you are going to be my slut," he said. "But there is time for that. For right now, I want to use you." With that, he pulled her by her hair down face first onto the bed. She lay there bent over the edge of the bed with her ass up and exposed. "Spread them," he commanded gruffly, kicking her legs wider apart. "Now stay that way." Leah lay motionless on the bed listening to him undressing, her heart beating wildly and her pussy trembling with eager anticipation. This was what she had wanted since that first time with him and now he was going to make her his once and for all. Undressed now and with a raging hard-on, Bear caught both her wrists and pulled them behind her back again, holding them there in the ...

... small of her back with one huge hand. The other swatted her ass a couple times on each cheek. Leah gasped as his hand fell and her creamy ass flesh pinked up in the pattern of a hand-print where he had landed his blows. Then he moved the hand between her legs and with no warning, slid two thick fingers into her sopping cunt and began sawing at her like he was trying to cut her in half. "Ohh fuck! Ohh my God!" she moaned and wriggled as his fingers churned inside her. She had no hope of getting away despite her struggle but then she didn't really want to get away, either. She was just trying to get him to hit certain spots that would get her off. Leah hadn't orgasmed since Bear had come to town, although he had brought her close several times. Unbeknownst to Leah, he had been saving her orgasm for tonight, and he wanted to make it memorable for her. Bear worked her with his fingers talking to her and calling her a slut and a whore, telling her how he was going to fuck her sloppy slut cunt once she was ready - all the words he knew would drive her out of her mind. And it was working too, her moans, once individual little cries of pleasure, now were strung together into one continuous wail of desperation and lustful need. He brought her to a point just this side of her orgasm and then stopped. She lay on the bed panting and nearly in tears. "Please, Sir... please make me cum... please, I'll do whatever you ask! Just please, please, make me cum, Sir..." she pleaded. He let go of her ...