("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Biker - 2 by "R" (wa2mzx@optonline.net) *** The next day she calls a tow truck to pick up her car. When the truck arrives and she answers the door the biker is standing there. She rides with him to pick up the car and once again she submits to passions once hidden deep inside her. (MF, oral, rough sex, wife- cheat) *** The sun streamed through the living room window and passed over her eyes. She awoke with a start and looked around. The memory of what had happened came rushing into her consciousness and a smile came to her lips. Then she heard the sound of her husband's footsteps as he walked down the stairs. She started to panic as she sat up and looked at her disheveled clothes and the stain on her skirt. Quickly she tried to straighten herself as he walked into the room. "What are you doing on the couch?" he asked her. They hadn't been getting along lately and usually it was him that slept on the couch. "I broke down on the side of the road last night and my cell was dead," she answered. "I was stranded there for a long time until a very nice couple stopped and gave me a ride home." He looked at her for a few seconds then spoke in a low but stern voice. "Really? I guess it was well after some biker used our driveway to turn around," he added. He kept staring into her eyes and she was doing her best to not look guilty. "It was pretty late so I just crashed on the couch," she quickly shot at him then rushed out of the room and upstairs to take a shower. Her clothes dropped in a pile at her feet and she stepped into the shower. As the warm water washed over her she heard her husband trying to open the door. Since they started having problems she began locking the door when she was in the bathroom. "Why is the door locked?" he shouted. She ignored him and he left. When she stepped out and looked at her clothes she was glad he couldn't get in. Her skirt was stained with her juices and the cum of the biker she had fucked the night before. If her husband had walked in and seen it there would have been an argument for sure. It wouldn't have mattered to him that many times he had come home late reeking of perfume. He was full of double standards and that was just one of the reasons the relationship was falling apart. With her clothes buried in the hamper she strolled out of the bathroom in a towel and put on some shorts and a t-shirt. The front door slammed as her husband left for the day. She was relieved that he was gone and she wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of questions. Her car needed to be towed in so she called the service station. The attendant told her that they wouldn't be able to get to it and gave her the number of another tow service. She called and they said they would have someone there right away. She hung up and sunk back into the couch to relax. The ringing of the doorbell woke her and when she glanced out the window to see who it was she saw her car hanging from the back of a tow truck. When she opened the door she was face to face with the biker she had met the night before. He smiled and said hello as he slowly looked her up and down. Her tiny terry shorts had ridden up her crotch and her nipples were poking through her sheer t-shirt. For a few seconds they just stared at each other then the biker finally broke the silence. "Where would you like it?" he asked jokingly. She couldn't help but smile. "Do you mean the car?" she purred back. "Well for starters let just take care of your car." She started telling him where her service station was but he stopped her. "Why don't you just take a ride with me and show me?" he asked as he winked. She reached inside and grabbed her keys then followed him to the truck. It was a bit of a ride to the station and at first they rode in silence. She really didn't know what to say to this guy. They had nothing in common except the sex they had the night before and she was wondering if what she was thinking was a good idea. She thought about how she felt last night. She had never felt that way before and just thinking about it excited her. As they bounced along she became aware of the dampness in the crotch of her terry shorts. She squeezed her legs together tightly to try to keep her juices inside but it was no use. This just made it worse and by the time they reached the service station her shorts were soaked. Now she was sorry she ran out of the house without changing; or at least putting on panties. They pulled into the driveway of the repair shop and the biker got out opening her door. The truck was high and as she got out she couldn't help the way her legs opened. Her soaking wet crotch was right at eye level and he couldn't miss seeing how wet she was. He helped her out and when she was standing next to him she looked up at his face. He smiled. "I guess you were having a sexy daydream," he chuckled. She was too embarrassed to say a word and just looked away quickly. Her car was unhooked and pushed aside. The shop owner told her it would be ready in the morning. The biker quickly offered her a ride home and at first she was going to refuse thinking it wasn't a good idea. Like a man thinking with his "little head" she couldn't control her desire and before she knew it she was back in the truck. "So, your pants all wet from thinking about last night?" he asked. She wasn't used to this kind of situation. Last night happened too fast for her to think about it but this was different. Part of her wanted to just let go but the other part knew it was very wrong. He apologized for being so rude then once again they drove along in silence. She glanced over and her eyes fell to his crotch. There was an unmistakable bulge in his pants and she had trouble looking away. Then something came over her and her hand seemed to move by itself across the truck. It came to rest on his hard cock and she slowly rubbed it through his jeans. He acted like he didn't notice and kept his eyes on the road. Then she lost all control and quickly unzipped his fly, reached into his pants, and freed his swollen member. She wrapped her fingers around it and stroked it slowly. Feelings were washing over her that she never had in her life. It was like someone else was controlling her. She unhooked her seatbelt and brought her lips to the swollen head of his cock. He acted like nothing was happening as she started sucking his cock like a twenty dollar whore. She was sucking every inch of him into her mouth completely oblivious to the fact that they were on a crowded highway in the middle of the day. She had never done anything like this before, even with her husband. She felt like some cheap slut but was loving every minute of it. As she sucked his cock he reached down the back of her shorts and worked his hand to her pussy. He slipped a finger into her and started sliding it in and out. She was soaking wet and started rolling her ass with his rhythm. He exited the highway at a service area and parked the truck in a semi deserted spot. She looked up thinking they had arrived at her house and was surprised to see where they were. He grabbed her and threw her against the passenger door. "Now I'm going to fuck you like a truck stop whore," he growled as he slipped off his jeans. Fear and excitement ran through her as she sat there frozen. Before she could say anything he pulled her legs apart and climbed on top of her. Fear snapped her out of where her wonton passion had taken her and she started to struggle. It was one thing when she was in control but now it was like she was being raped. She tried to get him off her and close her legs but he was much too strong. He pulled the wet crotch of her terry shorts to one side and in one smooth stroke slid every inch of his rock hard cock into her tight, dripping wet cunt. Her body stiffened as his cock filled her and he started pumping it in and out of her. In spite of her fear her hips started moving with his and soon she was fucking him back hard. He pounded into her and fucked her like she was never fucked before. In minutes she started to cum hard. As she came she felt his body stiffen and he buried himself deep inside her as he filled her with his come. As soon as he was done he pulled his still hard cock out of her pussy, grabbed her head, and jammed it into her mouth. "Now I want you to suck it clean you fucking slut," he growled. In spite of what she was feeling she did just what he wanted and licked every drop of their mixed juices off his softening cock. As soon as he pulled his pants back on he started the truck and drove out of the rest stop. He didn't say a word as they drove the rest of the way to her house. When they pulled into the driveway he reached over and opened her door. She looked at him waiting for him to say something. "I'll drop the bill off at your repair shop," he said. Then he nodded goodbye, closed the door, and drove away. She stood in her driveway for a minute with his cum dripping down her thighs and couldn't believe what had just happened. Even more unbelievable was that she actually enjoyed it. As she walked into her house she wondered if she would ever see him again. She knew she would never feel the same with another man now that what had been locked up inside her for so long had been released. After a long shower she fell onto the bed and drifted into a deep sleep. Will she ever see him again? Time will tell. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51