Softail Curves III (8 page)

“Do me a favor,” Dutch asked me as he grasped my arms
, held me at arm’s length and starred into my eyes.

“Anything,” I replied.

“No stubbornness tonight,” he said. I knew what he meant. I wouldn’t assume he wanted to deny me orgasms. No, Dutch wanted me to come tonight and I wasn’t going to disappoint.

“Don’
t worry,” I replied and then turned Dutch around and shoved him to the bed. He looked up at me with a hint of surprise. I knelt between his legs, took his thick shaft in my hand and began to massage his balls with the other. “Do me a favor,” I asked in return.

“Whatever you want,” Dutch told me.

“Fuck me silly, daddy. Make me come until I cry. Leave me a hot and sweaty, quivering mess and when you’re ready, blow your fucking load in my pussy,” I said and went down on him. I sucked Dutch for all I was worth. I wasn’t subtle or soft. I sucked him like a porn star and soon he was covered with my saliva. I looked into his eyes the entire time. Dutch held my leash as he reclined on his elbows enjoying the sensations and the show.

“You know how sexy you look with my dick in your mouth
, dear?” he asked rhetorically. I pulled my mouth from his, still stroking his length, and wet the middle finger of my other hand. I took his cock in my mouth again, reached under his balls and began to massage Dutch’s ass. He smiled wickedly at me. I wet the finger again and this time I began to work my finger into him. Dutch lounged on the bed and let me pleasure him, enjoying the naughty twist without a hint of reservation.

After a while, I had my finger in his ass and I slowly pumped it in and
out as I sucked Dutch’s cock. He was as hard as I’d ever felt and he was leaking profusely into my mouth. I was still sucking him fast and hard, making all sorts of obscene noises, and I could feel his orgasm approaching. I wasn’t going to let him come but I was going to bring him close. Suddenly, Dutch grunted and I immediately stopped touching him.

“Fuck!
” he exclaimed as he fought the urge to come. “I didn’t teach you that,” he said referring to the finger that still filled his ass and then asked, “Did Sheila?”

“No, I’m just becoming inventive.
Like it?” I asked knowing damn well he liked it. Dutch only laughed as he reeled my leash in and pulled me onto him. He kissed me as I clamped my thighs around his cock and let him hump me. We kissed, our tongues exploring freely, until Dutch pushed me off of him, got to his knees spinning me around so my legs we spread before him and began eating my sopping wet, hot pussy.

I squealed as his tongue and lips went crazy, sucking my folds, delving deep into my tunnel and tormenting my swollen nub.
I gave in as Dutch pleasured me and I felt myself quickly build towards bliss. Dutch held my leash tight, the cold chain between my soft breasts, as he ate me. I bucked my hips trying to get more of what Dutch was giving, my orgasm fast approaching. Then suddenly, I was overwhelmed as the warm, tingly climax washed over me.

It was a nice, pleasant feeling but I wanted more.
I wasn’t interested in nice and pleasant. I wanted searing and explosive. I wanted to lose control. Dutch knew what I needed and he kept up the pressure. As soon as the first orgasm waned, another hit me, harder and more insistent than the first. For a moment, I couldn’t find my breath but when I did, I screamed out.

“Yes, daddy.
Just like that!” I urged Dutch. He took his free hand and slipped two fingers into my pussy as his mouth focused on my clit. He immediately found that amazing spot inside and soon I was wailing as the intolerable pleasure ravaged me. I wanted his cock but I knew the longer he ate me and the more worked up I got, the better it would feel.

Dutch made sure I was more than ready.
I’m not sure how long he pleasured me, but it was incredible. I came over and over again as he fucked me with his fingers and tortured my hot clit. I kneaded my breasts, sucked on my fingers and at times, pulled Dutch’s head against my puffy mound. I wallowed in his attention, enjoying countless orgasms. I was already shaking and whimpering as I surrendered to the pleasure.

“You want my cock?” Dutch asked as he continued to thrust his fingers into me.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!” I said, my voice breaking. Dutch got to his knees, lowered his perfect body and kissed me. I greedily sucked his tongue for a moment as I ran my hands over his arms knotted with muscle. Then Dutch lifted his body from mine and slid his cock into me. He wasn’t gentle. His hard shaft stretched me wide as his hips slammed into me. His thrusts were just what I needed, powerful, raw and forceful.

I
was immediately overwhelmed by a wild orgasm as I gripped the covers on the bed for dear life. Dutch had a look of determination, of uncontrollable lust, as he pounded away at me. I wrapped my legs around him and then ran my hands up his arms, feeling his hard muscles and tracing his tattoos. The sensations shook me to my core and I could hardly keep my wits about me. I was quickly losing control.

Dutch sat back on his heels and took my wide hips in his hands, his fingers digging into my soft body.
He was hitting a different spot and it was driving me wild but when I began to rub my clit, I lost my mind. I screamed and writhed as Dutch hammered away and I helped myself along. I was on fire, my body burning with pleasure. Dutch grunted with the effort, his body covered in beads of sweat and I realized my body shone with perspiration too.

“You feel so good,” I managed to
say weakly. Dutch reached up and pinched my nipples roughly, using them for leverage. It hurt but damn, it felt wonderful. Dutch was a machine, his cock hard like steel and his stamina seemingly endless. His eyes swept up and down my body and I could see how much he enjoyed me. I could feel every thrust send shockwaves through my abundant flesh and Dutch seemed to love watching that. Suddenly, however, Dutch pulled from me.

“Don’t stop!” I begged but he flipped me over
as if I was nothing. He took my hips in his hands and pulled me to my knees. I was worthless by that point and couldn’t even manage to lift my shoulders and face from the mattress. I expected Dutch to slip his cock into me again, but instead, he went down and began to eat my ass. He ate it as he did my pussy. Soon I was wet as his saliva ran down over my steaming pussy and he began to work a finger into me. I knew what was coming and I wasn’t sure I could stand it.

Dutch was only doing what I wanted, fucking me silly, and I wasn’t going to complain.
Dutch took his time getting me ready, but he was taking longer than I wanted. “Are you going to fuck my ass or what?” I asked playfully after a while. Dutch pulled his finger from me and got to his knees with his cock between my big, round cheeks. Then he spanked me for being so impetuous.

“
All right, you asked for it,” he said, took my leash again and pulled it tight as his cock impaled me. I shrieked in delicious pain and amazing pleasure. I was going to get what I wanted. I was going to be a hot fucking mess after Dutch finished with me. Dutch began fucking me slowly but I rocked back urging him to do it faster. I just didn’t care. I wanted to get fucked, I wanted to come. Dutch pulled the leash and began to slam his hips against my big ass.

I reached back with both hands and slipped a couple of fingers into my pussy as I rubbed my clit.
That was all I needed and I began to scream. Delicious electricity surged through me. If I was close to losing my mind before, I lost it completely now. I shrieked and wailed, my body shuddering, as Dutch jack hammered into my ass and I pleased my pussy. It was entirely possible I might black out.

Thankfully, I managed to hold on as Dutch savagely took me.
It wasn’t long before my resolve crumbled and I began sob. This felt so damned good, indescribably good. I simply cried as the emotion flowed from me. I was so unimaginably happy and I couldn’t contain it any longer. However, Dutch wasn’t satisfied yet. He flipped me over and pushed my legs over my head and his cock slammed back into my ass.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Dutch said.
I wasn’t able to pleasure my pussy any longer, I was shaking too much, but Dutch began doing it for me. The overwhelming spasms never stopped and I could barely take it. Dutch worked my clit as fast and firmly as he could and the pleasure became too much. I began to squirm and scream. Dutch pulled from me just in time.

He moved to the side and I exploded.
I gushed all over the bed, sending a stream of musky, clear fluid across the room. I screamed and sat up, looking at Dutch and begging him to finish the job with my eyes. Dutch pulled my leash and I knew what he wanted. I bent and began sucking his cock. Why did something as dirty as this turn me on so much? I sucked him as best I could but I was shaking and whimpering.

Dutch pulled his cock away and pushed me to the bed
again. This time his cock impaled my pussy and he fucked me hard and fast as he rubbed my clit roughly. I began to hump at him and felt the need overwhelm me. Dutch pulled his cock out of me and I gushed again. I shrieked as every muscle in my body tensed and I made a mess out of the bed. Finally, the pleasure subsided and left me quivering and begging for breath.

Dutch, the biker with the sexy blue eyes
, my man, my husband, drove his cock into me yet again. I wasn’t far from another release but this time he didn’t pull away. No, Dutch thrust into me, his fingers busy on my swollen nub, and as I felt the need again, Dutch’s cock swelled inside me. His cock erupted just as I exploded again. I covered us both in my warm juices as Dutch filled me with his orgasm. I was sobbing and moaning as he came inside me. When he was finished, he pulled from me and slapped his cock against my clit. I jumped and squealed each time his heavy shaft landed on my overly sensitive nub.

“
That’s how you fucking consummate a marriage,” Dutch said as he stroked my sensitive skin leaving goose bumps in his wake. I laughed through the tears of pleasure and joy.

“You’re a fucking animal, daddy.
That’s just what I wanted,” I said. I must’ve looked a wreck, sweaty, mascara staining my cheeks, my ejaculate covering me. I couldn’t stop shaking and shuddering but I was smiling like a fool.

“You look hot.
You made quite a mess,” Dutch told me. I laughed and reached up for Dutch and pulled him down to the bed and curled up in him arms.

“I don’t want to clean up.
Just lay with me until I fall asleep, daddy,” I begged. Dutch did as I wanted, holding me tight, kissing my neck and shoulder. I remember him telling me he loved me and I might have replied but I’m not sure. All I really was sure of is how good I felt, how happy I was and how I never wanted this to end.

>>O<<

That summer, I rode my Softail next to Dutch up the curvy mountain road. Sheila and Locke were just ahead of us. I loved the wind in my face, the freedom I felt as the road rushed past. I still liked riding on the back of Dutch’s bike holding his solid body, but riding my own bike was incredible. I felt like a serious badass on my big bike, a curvy, sexy, biker chick.

Mount Rushmore came into view as we rounded the last curve.
We were all taking a day to relax and rest up before the ride home. Sturgis was fun but it took a lot out of us. Lots of booze and little sleep wore on a girl after a few days. Nevertheless, the rally, my first, was wild. I’d shown my tits to about a thousand bikers, did more body shots than I could count and partied through the night a couple of times.

We
arrived at the parking area and shut down our bikes. We didn’t have to wear helmets in South Dakota and we didn’t. Yeah, it was dangerous but life was dangerous. I loved the wind in my hair. We went to the observation platform and looked at the monument. It was pretty cool, but I was ready to go home. Still, I knew I’d miss all this.

We took pictures, even getting an old grizzled biker to take a shot of the four of us.
I could hardly remember what life was like before I met Dutch and his friends. I know my previous life wasn’t as fun or as scary but I had come to enjoy scary. It made me feel alive. I still remember the first time I met Dutch. He seemed so cocky but I couldn’t help but like him. He told me he saw a light in me the other girls just didn’t have.

I guess he was right.
Only now, married to him, working in his shop and continually getting into trouble, did I realize how boring life was before I met Dutch. I had my fits and starts but once I got over the shock and my self-doubt, I just knew this was the life for me. We gazed at the monument for a while longer and then we headed back to the bikes.

“Thanks,” I said as I walked ahead of the group
, turned and walked backwards to face them.

“For what?”
Sheila asked.

“For accepting me.
For being my friends and loving me for who I am,” I said. Damn that sounded sappy.

“Sheila, you been feeding my wife booze
again?” Dutch asked. I rolled my eyes.

“I mean it, you guys,” I replied.
I wanted them to know what they meant to me.

“We know,” Locke replied as Sheila grabbed my shoulders
, turned me around and pushed me towards the bikes.

“We’re bikers, Shauna.
We have a reputation to uphold. Don’t go getting all emotional out in public,” Sheila joked. Dutch just laughed and put his arm around me.