A shy girl breaks loose after witnessing her father's adulterous sex
She'd never been to a shopping mall before. All of her previous
shopping had been with her mother to the most stylish and expensive
shops in the city. She found the mall a fascinating place. There were so
many shops here, and they had such neat clothes!
She went from store to store just staring at everything, then used
her gold card to buy a pair of tight jeans and an even tighter tank top.
She was almost ashamed to be seen in public wearing them, even though
she'd seen plenty of others wearing the same kind of thing.
She felt embarrassed when she walked out of the changing room
wearing them, but also kind of horny, excited. She felt like an
exhibitionist, flaunting herself to everyone passing by, and noted out
of the corner of her eyes, how a number of men were eyeing her with
considerably more interest than they had before.
She carried her dress in the bag and wore the jeans and halter,
then went to a shoe store. There she bought a pair of cowboy boots, her
first. She went on to another shop and bought a black leather jacket,
and also dark glasses.
Now feeling sluttish and trampy, she went into a lingerie store and
bought a set of slinky black lace bra and panties. She changed in the
mall bathroom, then looked at herself in the mirror. She ran a hand
through her long, straight hair and frowned.
Her next visit was to the hairstylist. Her normal hairstylist
charged three hundred dollars for just nibbling away at the edges of her
hair, and would have fainted if she'd known Jessica was going to some
mall shop.
She sat in the chair and had them cut about a foot and a half of
her hair off, then reshape it. Her new hair was thicker, layered,
shoulder length, with bangs going down over her forehead... and dyed red.
She dumped her dress in a garbage can, even though it was a
Mastroni original and had cost four thousand dollars, and strolled down
the mall again, feeling hot and sexy and trampy, very much the rebel.
She let her hips swing from side to side as she checked out other
stores, and bought more of the things she'd never had, including several
mini-skirts, one of which was black leather, more lingerie - the kind
which would horrify her mother.
She left the mall with several large bags, and waved down a cab. On
her way home she saw something that almost took her breath away. It was
a motorcycle store.
"Stop here," she ordered.
She climbed out with her bags and shoved open the door with her
foot, then dumped her things and wandered around looking at the shiny
chrome and metal bikes.
She'd once mentioned how she'd like to ride a motorcycle, back when
she was sixteen. Her parents had thrown a fit. They hadn't even let her
get a drivers licence until she was eighteen.
"Can I help you, Ma'am?"
She looked over at the salesman, then back at the bike she was
examining.
"This the Fat Boy," he smiled, sliding his hand across the seat of
the bike.
"It looks - ."
"Yeah, it's impressive," he grinned, "Harley-Davidson makes the best."
"I wanted one of these when I was sixteen," she said.
"Lot of people do," he said.
He went around the other side of the bike as she straddled it and
sat down in the seat.
"Got two shock absorbers under the transmission for a really smooth
ride," he said. "You got a five speed transmission, with fifty nine,
count em', fifty nine horses to pull you along. Single disk front and
rear brakes, sixteen litre fuel ta..."
"How fast will it go?"
"One hundred and seventy miles per hour," he said. "And she'll
accelerate faster than anything not at Daytona and a lot that is."
"Why do you call it she when it's called Fat Boy?"
"Force of habit," he grinned.
"I'll take it."
He looked startled, then smiled even more broadly.
"Well that's great. You won't regret it, I assure you. Now, why
don't you come over here to the desk. Uh, what form of payment would you
like to make? We have an excellent credit - ."
She gave him her platinum card and he bobbed his head.
"Excellent, excellent."
They sat down and the salesman produced a bunch of papers for her
to go through. He started offering her all sorts of extras, different
types of wheels and seats and colors. She interrupted him impatiently.
"I'll just take that one out there," she said.
He smiled gently and then shook his head.
"Miss...Taylor," he said. "You have to understand that that is the,
and I mean THE best made machine of its kind in the world.
Harley-Davidson is in high demand all over the world."
"Are you trying to tell me that this is like the Ferraris, that I'm
supposed to wait months to get it?"
"Well, I'm sorry, Miss Taylor, but that's essentially the case. We
have a waiting list, and Harley-Davidson only produces so many machines
a year.
"I'll pay double."
He winced and then shook his head. "I really wish I could help you
but -."
"Triple."
"Miss Taylor that's a very expensive machine. You're really willing
to pay - ."
"I don't give a crap what it costs. I want it now."
He looked down at his desk, then got up, holding her card.
"Wait here," he said.
He went over to another desk and called someone, probably regarding
her card. He came back, looking a bit nervous.
"You really want to pay three times the price for - ."
"It's only money," she snapped.
"I'll get you one for next week. How's that?"
She glared at him.
"Look, you said you didn't even have a licence. You're gonna have
to go and get lessons, first anyway. Hell, you gotta learn how the bike
works before you can get your licence. That's gonna take you a month or
two."
"Bullshit! You can show me."
"Me? Look, can I call you Jessica?"
"Jessie."
"Jessie, don't be so eager. Wait a couple of months and - ."
"I'm through waiting. How much do you want to take the rest of the
day off and teach me how to ride that thing?"
"Day? It's gonna take more than a day, sweetheart!"
"I don't give a fuck what it takes. I'll give you a thousand bucks
to teach me how to ride the bike."
"Jesus," he said, shaking his head.
"Well?"
"You're not kidding?"
"No."
"Look... honey, I wish I could help you but - ."
She shoved her chair back and moved around the desk, then shrugged
off her jacket and reached down for him. He raised his hand and she
grabbed it, then pulled it up hard into her right breast.
He gaped as she pressed his hand into her soft, meaty breast.
"You see this? You feel this? You want this?"
"Wha...what?"
"You want it. It's yours."
"You’re nuts," he gulped.
She smiled and stood up straight, then ran a hand through her hair
as she smiled coyly.
"You show me how to ride a bike, and I'll give you a ride you won't
forget," she said.
He stood up, and she tilted her head back to look up at him.
"You're a pretty hot little spitfire, ain't you? You sure you're
willing to pay the price for this toy of yours, rich girl?"
His hand shot out and gripped her arm, jerking her against him. She
swallowed anxiously as she looked up at him, trying to pretend a non
chalance she didn't feel. His hands slid around her and cupped her ass
through the tight jeans, and she kissed him, sliding her tongue against
his lips.
One of his hands was suddenly behind her head, gripping her hair as
he crushed his lips down against her. Her breasts flattened against his
powerful chest as he jammed his tongue into her mouth and ground himself
up into her crotch.
He suddenly jerked her head back by the hair, then bit down on her
exposed throat. He laughed as he raised his head. "We'll see if you're a
Harley kinda girl," he grinned.
He let her go and went past her to the door, locking it and pulling
down the blind. She swallowed nervously again, wondering how she was
going to pull this off when she'd only been fucked once. If he didn't
like her he might not help her, and then she'd be forced to go back to
her parents house.
No. She wouldn't do that. She'd - .
His arms went around her again and he cupped her buttocks as he
kissed her. She kissed back as well as she could, grateful to the girls
at her last boarding school who'd initiated her into at least some of
the aspects of lesbian sex, including kissing.
Kissing a man was no different than kissing those girls, and she'd
been pretty good at that. None of them had been so... aggressive,
though. His tongue was whipping around inside her mouth as his lips
crushed hers with bruising force.
He gripped her tank top and pulled it upwards, yanking it up over
her head, then cupped her full breasts through her lacy black bra. He
unclipped it in the middle and the cups snapped open, leaving her
breasts bare to his eyes and hands.
Jessie blushed in embarrassment, for he was the first man to ever
see her breasts. She fought the urge to cover them with her arms as he
gazed down at them reverently, then slid his hands underneath and cupped
them gently, as though weighing them.
"Awwesome," he sighed. "You got great tits, baby."
His fingers dug into the flesh a little, squeezing them upwards and
together, then he bent and slid his lips around her right nipple,
sucking on it. She gulped anxiously, looking down at his head as he
tongued and suckled on her nipple.
He shifted to her other breast, licking around the nipple before
sliding his lips over it and sucking. She looked across the room, then
back down at him, wondering if she was crazy to act like this.
But no, damnit! She'd had no life up to now. It was time for fun!
This guy probably knew a lot about fucking. She was gonna have fun with him!
He was kneading and squeezing her breasts as his tongue and lips
worked over her nipples. She felt her little buds getting hard and
sensitive under his oral attack, and felt the first hint of sexual
excitement.
He so obviously found her to be sexy, to be hot and desirable, and
that was turning her on as much as his sucking and fondling. She felt a
thrill of elation at "fooling" him into thinking she was an adult. Then
reminded herself that she was, that it was only her parents actions that
kept her acting like the good little girl.
And she wasn't going to be good any more.
She slid her hand up between his legs and felt his erection bulging
against his own jeans. She gulped in anticipation and worry, for it felt
so thick and hard. Yet the thought of how excited she was making him was
continuing to turn her on.
As was his avid suckling and licking and chewing of her breasts.
She'd had her breasts sucked a couple of times by girls, but that was
mostly just playful. The furthest she had ever gone before Daniel was
when she and a roommate had masturbated each other, and that had been
years ago.
He broke off, panting for breath, and reached down to his own
shirt, yanking it up and off to reveal a powerful chest with rippling
muscles. She licked her lips appreciatively, then, feeling she needed to
do something as a sexy woman, she moved back to where the radio was and
turned it up.
She began to dance to the music, in the same way as she'd danced to
the music at home, in front of her mirror, in the same way as she and
the girls had done back in boarding school, trying to be sexy.
She raised her arms above her and let her hips sway to the music,
making her body undulate as she arched her back and thrust her hard
swollen breasts out at him. She licked her lips and slitted her eyes,
trying to make her face look seductive as she ground her hips.
She danced around, swinging her hips and grounding her bottom back
as she turned. She ran her hands through her hair, then down her body as
her head rolled from side to side. Her blood began to heat up now as she
started to get into things, and she felt her belly fluttering with
excitement as the man stared at her lustfully.
She danced around behind him and pressed her breasts into his naked
back, rubbing them from side to side as her arms went around him and her
hands slid over his chest. She mashed her breasts against his flesh as
her hands eased down to his groin and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
Then he gripped her arm and whipped her around in front of him,
crushing her breasts into his chest as his lips melded with hers. His
hands squeezed her breasts, then lifted her off the ground. Her legs
slid around him and her arms went over his shoulders as he carried her
to a counter and sat her down.
His hands went to her jeans and he unzipped them, then pulled them
down off her hips. She lay back, draping her shoulders across the other
side of the counter so her back arched, and he tugged her jeans down her
and out from under her buttocks.
He pulled off her boots, then yanked her jeans and panties down and
off.
Jessie was panting for breath, her head hanging over the other side
of the counter as she felt her groin bared and felt the jeans ripped
from her feet. His hand cupped her crotch, and she groaned in excitement
and pleasure.
He stroked his other hand over her body, cupping and caressing her
swollen breasts, then pulled her to the edge of the counter. She sat up
and again put her arms over his shoulder as their lips met. He undid his
pants and jerked them down, and his cock sprang up thick and hard and warm.
She looked down at it excitedly, watching as he gripped it in his
hand and rubbed it against her slit. She spread her legs, leaning back
as he brought his cock up against her slit. She was warm and moist, and
he rubbed his cockhead back and forth along her cleft as she trembled in
delight.
"Fuck me!" she panted, exited by her own words.
"Don't worry, baby," he growled, pressing his cock against her and
forcing it through her pussy lips.
She groaned and pulled herself up against him, drawing her knees
back as he fed cock up her pussy pipe. She felt the head driving up
inside her, and shuddered against him as it pushed high into her belly.
His hands slid under her and cupped her buttocks, then pulled her
groin firmly up against his, impaling her on his hard manhood. Her legs
slid around him again as he kneaded her buttocks and ground her around
against his cock.
He lifted her up then and carried her across to the Harley Fat Boy,
then straddled the machine, still holding her easily against him. He
laid her back along the seat, and she groaned, raising her arms above
her as he stroked her breasts and belly.
"You got a body almost as good as a Harley," he growled
appreciatively, his fingers squeezing her breasts.
"Give me a ride then," she gasped.
She reached up for the handlebars as he began to thump his cock
into her, began to fuck her with a hard, shallow motion. He ran his
hands up and down her body continually as his cock pumped in her snatch,
and she felt a wave of heat pass through her as she let her head fall
back and stared up at the ceiling.
She was being so sluttish! So wicked, so awful! She loved it!
He leaned over her and she reached up for him, pulling him down
against her so her lips could join his. They kissed hotly, passionately,
roughly, their tongues duelling each other as he thrust down into her.
She felt his cock moving inside her, and her entire world narrowed its
focus to that. All her attention was drawn to that sliding, pumping
prong as it moved back and forth inside her.
Inside her. What an amazing concept. There was something moving
inside her. She could feel it rasping against her clitoris, could feel
it caressing her pink insides, could feel the ridges and vines and hairs
of it as it passed through her taut pussy lips.
Her moist cunt gripped it, sucked on it, pulled on it as it moved
back and forth, but it moved freely, powerfully, as he fucked her.
Fucked her. She was being fucked, fucked by a stranger on a motorcycle,
naked in the middle of a day in a store!
She gasped for breath as the heat rose higher, as her breasts
swelled to an almost painful degree. Her nipples were sharp needles of
heat as his hands passed over them, as he cupped and squeezed and
kneaded her tits, and her belly churned and twisted around his pumping
prong.
He slid his arms under her and pulled her up as he sat back, her
legs slid around him and she straddled him as he sat there, fully
impaled on his hard prick meat as his hands kneaded her buttocks as
their lips moved violently together.
She ground her hips against him, humping up and down, then he began
to lift her up and down, jerking up on her ass, sliding her up and down
his boner as she groaned and panted for breath.
He mauled her breasts with his hands, then his lips as he dropped
her back onto the bike. He began fucking into her with hard, deep, fast
strokes, intent on his fucking, intent on driving his cock up her sex
hole, on fucking her and nothing else.
He gripped her hips and jerked her against him as he fucked,
pounding his cock up her belly with desperate passion. She cupped her
breasts, squeezing them together, mashing the sensitive flesh as she
felt her own inner fires roaring higher and higher.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she gasped wordlessly, grunting each
time his cock was buried in her guts. She arched her back, moaning as a
wave of pleasure swept over her, then cried out, her arms jerking
upwards, her back arching violently as the orgasm ripped through her.
She trembled and shook, grinding and humping and thrashing on the
bike, her weight rolling from side to side as her head banged back
against the tank, her ass bouncing as her muscles spasmed and twitched
in orgasmic bliss.
He dug his hands into her hips and rode her with harsh thrusting
motions, jerking her wriggling body against him again and again as her
cunt spasmed and shook and squeezed his burning cock. She felt his balls
explode, and blasted his semen up into her, groaning in delight as her
pussy sucked him with greedy, voracious heat, draining his balls as he
buried his cock in her guts and fell forward atop her panting body.
His big hands slid over her as he gnawed softly at her throat, then
kissed her. Then he backed off, sitting back as they both gasped for
breath and felt the soft, languorous heat of sated pleasure.
"You were built for fucking just like this bike was built for
riding," he said with a gasp.
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From the book: Rebel in a Thong, by Argus
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