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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I wrote this for my little sub friend I have changed the names, I also have a special name for her however I have had to change that too Fucktoy at her request.
I hope you enjoy she is looking froward to me sending her the replies it receive's so please feel free to send lots.
"15 minutes, Rachael!" He shouted .
"Ok, Peter. I'll be down soon." She replied her voice a little crackly from fear excitement and lust.
"Ok ok ok..." she whispered its now or never. Trying to get her thoughts in order...
Quickly she opened her email and re-read the message she had received from Master. Not that she had took, the first time she had read the simple instructions they had become engraved forever in her mind.
She removed her skin tight jeans and slipped off her delicate panties, placing them in her bag, she looked in the mirror, "I am NOT Rachael" she said too herself repeatedly. taking a piece of plain white card she wrote the words in clear capital letters. Next ahe removed the small bullet vibe Master had instructed her to buy. Switching it on she slipped it inside her already dripping wet cunt. Her eyes closed tight as she felt the little.toy work its magic. Pulling her jeans back on she said it again "I am NOT Rachael".
She slipped the piece of card into her pocket just as Peter called "Are you ready, let's go..."
Biting her tongue she looked in the mirror one last time" I am" she called out (Not Rachael) she called out, " Cumming" she shouted... knowing that one way or the other this would soon be very true.
she heard the roar of the bike as she exited the room. The vibrations of the toy in her sex making her mouth water she could Almost taste his fat juicy cock.
She pulled the helmet on and Peter checked it was properly secured. Hold on tight he said and dropped the visor.
Indeed i shall be holding on tight thought 'Not Rachael'.
He helped her onto the back of the bike took her hands and wrapped them around his waist.
The engine roared. And they were off..
120 mile round journey was the plan. And soon they were on the open road the powerful machine between her thighs sending vibrations through her young body, if that wasn't enough the hunky father in law to be who's waist she was gripping so tightly was making her drool with lust she barely noticing the cars beside her as she dreamed of sucking him. her juices in her pussy in full flow as the bullet buzzed away merrily
The engine roared and Peter ramped up the speed and little not Rachael gripped tighter, 5 miles....
She couldn't see his face but imagined he was grinning. Picturing her in a state of fear on the back. 10 miles.
10 more before...
She shuddered as an orgasm rushed through her. The lustful thought the vibrations combined making her climax... could she follow through with her instructions
i am NOT Rachael she whispered to herself.
20 miles the time had come.
She let one hand slip down to his thigh rubbing through the leathers the bike slowed a little as Peter was a little surprised. But soon was back at barely legal speed.
Her hand traced up to his crotch and she felt him father in law to be's cock WAS swollen. Lengthy and fat she could tell he was at least 2 inches longer than his useless son..
the bike roared along the road, her jeans not must be showing a wet patch were her juices had dribbled free from her sex.
They had to stop at a red light it was time.
She reached behind her and pulled the card from her back pocket.
Reaching in front of Peter she held it up so he could clearly see the words.
"PLEASE LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK"
he turned looked at her. She smiled nervously. Would he berate her his sons fiancé would they turn immediately and go home where he could tell his boy of her wanton invitation.
He lifted his visor "your serious"
All she could do was nod silently.
He pulled the visor down.
The light turned green. And the bike sped away. Get rid of the evidence immediately Master had instructed. She let the card. Go and it sailed up into the air and was soon far behind her....
Soon the bike was heading in a totally different direction than planned.
Peter slowed and turned onto a small side road that soon became a dirt track the rear wheel throwing mud high and far behind the bike.
The bike came to a stop.
"Get off" he instructed in an even voice.
Not Rachael obeyed. She didn't look down at her jeans there was no need she had obviously soaked them with her orgasms during the ride to look would confirm how wet she was and that may embarrass her enough that she would chicken out if this golden opportunity.
Peter stopped the engine.
Lifted his leg over the bike and removed his helmet in such a calm way.
The bastard was sooooo sexy, Not Rachael knew she was risking a lot.. it would be worth it.
He turned and faced her "you plan on sucking my cock with the helmet on, do you?"
Fumbling with the strap Not Rachael's face glowed a bright pink.
Shaking his head in bewilderment he said "For goodness sake ill get it" with what seemed like a click of his fingers beneath her delicate chin the strap fell loose, he pulled the helmet free.
Placing a curved index finger under her chin he said in a tone that suggested that This is the only eay things are going too go "if you suck my cock you swallow every fucking drop, understood"
With that not Rachael felt her insides buzzing with pleasure 'this IS happening' she thought.
"Ev..every drop sir"
"Sir, eh.. gone all 50 shades have we Rachael?"
Before she knew what she was saying she had already replied, " I'm Not Rachael.erm eh.." she finished a little bemused at her own abruptness.
'NOT' Rachael? He said bewildered, "then who are you? He asked almost laughing at the absurdity of her statement.
There was a pause, "I can't say Fucktoy... i have to say something... shit I'm taking too long... why did j do this? .... I feel stupid now.. just a silly little"
"I'm your cum guzzling little SLUT" Someone said using her voice.
A broad smile grew on his face.
That remains to be seen.
He unzipped his leathers and as she watched her sex throbbed with lust.
"Get on your knees cum guzzler" he instructed as he freed his thick long shaft from his clothes.
She knelt there between his size 9 black biker boots.
"There no going ... " she did not allow the negative thought to form fully in her mind before she had his bulbous bell end in her mouth, whirling her tongue around it, tasting the pre cum that had formed obviously he took was excited by the bike journey, the slipping of her hand, the note... the small mouthed little cock sucker fiancé of his son, so eagerly working her magic on his cock..
( At this point I instructed Rachael to continue the story for a while)
She knelt there between his size 9 black biker boots...
She looked up at him from where she knelt, her big wide green eyes looking up into his blue & grey ones, she opens her mouth to him, revealing a twitching with anticipation soft pink tongue, her mouth begins to water embarrassingly, so much so it slowly drips onto her bottom lip, making its way to her chin,
"Eager, are we?" He talks down to her, she nods in response...
Not Rachael moves forward, taking his head into her hot wet mouth, with a comforting moan, her tongue explores him, enjoying the taste of its intruder, all the time her cunt pulses away. She starts to move her tiny skull around him, taking him deeper at every stoke, she looks up at him with his cock still in her mouth, he groans, moving to rest his strong left hand to rest on her head, his cold gold wedding ring making its presence aware on her ear. Her cunt throbs again, the danger and wrongness stirring something deep inside her, "I wish Master was here too..." Fucktoy whispers. She moves faster for a moment, holding her breath until her head aches, her sweet moans of pleasure subdued by his deeper voice.
"Fuck," he says as she withdraws for air, a silver bridge connecting his cock to her mouth, she lick's up the length of him before he grabs her head with both hands and fucks her skull hard, choking her, hurting her, she looks up at him to see a change in his eyes, she can't breathe but he doesn't slow, her small hands reach up to hold onto his thick tattooed wrists, she feels dizzy, the abuse in her mouth, the throbbing in her cunt, the sounds of his moaning and his boots moving in the gravel...
He lets her go, letting her fall back roughly onto the gravel, she coughs a little, trying to swallow the pre-cum, her saliva and something copper tasting, she kneels up again quickly, opening her mouth again, pining, like a stupid dog for a treat...
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