Chapter 174: Female biker (3)

Chapter 174: Chapter 174: Female biker (3)

I reached my hand backward, unceremoniously pulling down the hem of the female biker’s tight crop top, completely freeing her massive, plump, and full breasts into the open air. Her heavy, pendulous mounds with smooth skin stood out fully, highlighted by two large, pinkish nipples that were hard and erect from stimulation.

The female biker widened her eyes in panic, hurriedly raising her hand to pull her shirt back up, but it was too late:

"Wait... what do you think you’re doing... uhm..."

Giving her no chance to resist, my large hand clamped firmly over her soft breasts, roughly kneading and distorting them with every beat of my hand. The squishy flesh deformed continuously under my pressure, making her shriek in a mix of shyness and fury:

"Stop your hands right now... Do you want to crush my boobs completely before you’re satisfied?!"

Even though the climax had swept through not long ago, my shaft underneath was still buried deep inside her vaginal cavity and beginning to harden back up thanks to the lingering waves of heat. Sensing that resurgence, I continued moving my hips, delivering steady thrusts.

"~ Ahh... what are you doing? Aren’t you tired yet... stop thrusting..." — The female biker writhed and moaned, her voice overflowing with helplessness.

I didn’t back down in the slightest. With firm force, I decisively pressed her back down, forcing her entire body to lie flat, draped over the seat and handlebars of the heavy-duty motorcycle—a posture that completely exposed her large, plump buttocks to the rear.

I raised my hand and swung it down, delivering a sharp smack right against her voluptuous ass.

Smack!

The crisp sound echoed sharply through the space, leaving a deep pink welt across her smooth skin.

"Let’s keep going." — I smirked.

The female biker panicked and snapped her head back, draining of all color when she realized this naked, exposed posture in broad daylight:

"If... if someone walks by and sees this, what then?! Stop... stop it... ~ Ahh..."

Before her warning could even finish, I drove my hips forward hard, plunging my shaft deep into her still-trembling pussy. The direct and raw impact caused the female biker to throw her head back and let out a lewd shriek, completely giving up and sinking beneath my ruthless mockery.

The posture of lying prone across the seat of the heavy-duty motorcycle completely displayed all the seductive curves of the female biker in broad daylight. Her large, plump, and voluptuous buttocks rose high, peeking out from beneath the tattered, torn leggings, unintentionally forming a perfect target for my next onslaught.

I knelt close from behind, holding her slender waist tightly with one hand while swinging the other repeatedly to deliver crisp slaps across her soft ass.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The resounding slaps echoed through the quiet space, leaving prominent pink handprints on her smooth skin. Every single blow sent her body jolting, her voluptuous ass shaking violently amid intense embarrassment and panic.

"It hurts... my ass stings so much... Don’t hit me anymore... ~ Ahh..." — The female biker buried her face in the arms gripping the handlebars, wheezing out a plea amidst sobs choked with pleasure.

Yet, I had no intention of stopping. Immediately following each ass-slap, I delivered an exceptionally powerful hip thrust from behind. The massive, veined, and scorching shaft plowed continuously into the juice-drenched pussy, producing endless wet, sloppy sounds.

The combination of stinging ass-slaps and ferocious, deep thrusts sent a numbing sensation cascading down her spine, completely paralyzing her brain.

Inside the female biker’s mind right now, her initial fear was quickly replaced by a suffocating wave of roaring lust:

Oh god... this posture... how humiliating, doing this in broad daylight where anyone passing by could see me—what face will I have left... — She screamed inwardly in despair, biting her lower lip hard enough to bleed — But... why does every smack make my ass tingle while my pussy contracts so violently?

The feeling of that massive dick plunging deep, rubbing against every nook and cranny... it’s aching, it’s numbing, and it feels insanely good... My whole body has turned to jelly, I don’t have an ounce of strength left to resist...

Every single hip stroke pushed my shaft deep to graze against the very bottom of her cervix, making her convulse in waves. Numbness radiated from her spine across all four limbs, an electrical current of pleasure racing through every blood vessel, causing her juice-drenched pussy to contract continuously, sucking tightly onto the shaft as if terrified it would leave.

"How is it? Does getting your ass stung while being fucked like this make you feel even more aroused, babe?" — I breathed my hot breath against her sweat-drenched bare back, taunting her.

The female biker snapped her head up, her face flushed crimson, tears and mucus streaming down from the overwhelming mix of humiliation and bliss. Glaring at me, she spoke in a hoarse, sulky voice:

"Y-you bastard... isn’t bullying me like this enough... My ass is tingling... ahh... slow down... be a little gentler... or I’m going to die..."

Despite her complaining words, the way she proactively arched her hips higher, lifting her large ass to welcome my thrusts completely betrayed what she said. She had completely surrendered, obediently turning into a high-end sex toy for me to play with at will in broad daylight.

The brutal hip strokes and crisp slaps raining down continuously on her voluptuous ass maintained a dizzying frequency, drowning the surrounding space in sloppy carnal sounds and heavy, lewd gasps. The female biker’s entire body trembled uncontrollably, her muscles tensing and then turning limp as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her brain.

Yet, right in the thick of the high tide of passion, I abruptly halted, stopping all movement of my hips. The massive, veined shaft remained buried deep inside her juicy, rhythmically contracting vaginal cavity, but the thrusting motion suddenly vanished, leaving an irritatingly hollow gap.

That sudden stagnation left the female biker reeling. Overwhelmed with a sense of loss, she had to freeze for a moment, hurriedly snapping her head back with tear-filled eyes clouded by the haze of lust, panting in broken breaths:

"W-why did you stop...? We were... we were fucking..." — She wheezed, her voice carrying undisguised sulkiness and regret.

I smiled faintly, gently patting her trembling, plump buttocks before speaking leisurely and menacingly:

"Want to keep going? Fine. But this time I’m not doing the work. In return, you have to thrust your own hips."

Hearing that, the female biker’s eyes widened in sheer astonishment. The lingering shreds of self-esteem and fragile dignity suddenly flared up, making her react fiercely:

"What?! Tell me to... thrusting my own hips?! Are you crazy! There’s no way I’m doing something so lewd and humiliating!"

I chuckled, leaning down to whisper into her ear with a cold yet manipulative tone:

"Think very carefully about this. If you voluntarily thrust your hips, what does that mean? It means you admit that you genuinely love, genuinely crave the feeling of being fucked by my dick. And if you refuse, refusing to thrust..."

I deliberately pressed my shaft slightly deeper, then lowered my voice in a threat:

"I’ll just leave this dick plugged tightly inside your pussy, leave it right there, soaking and locked inside the whole day today, all through the night and into tomorrow. Just imagine, walking around or standing in the middle of the street with a massive dick buried deep inside you the whole time—how humiliating and insanely pleasurable would that be?"

That ruthless and tyrannical threat struck the female biker’s mind like a bolt of lightning.

Inside her head right now was a chaotic mess of panicked, screaming thoughts:

He... he really is nothing short of a demon! — She screamed inwardly in despair, biting her lower lip until it bled — Making me thrust myself is no different from slapping my own face, admitting I’m a slut addicted to men... But... if I don’t thrust, and he makes me soak this huge thing inside me all day long... In broad daylight, how am I supposed to walk around with a body this limp and dripping with fluids? I’ll definitely go crazy!

She glanced down at her lower region closely connected to mine, feeling the scorching, bursting, and craving sensation simmering within. The tearing agony between her pride and her body’s reflex of desire left her completely helpless.

Seeing the shifting expressions from panic to surrender on her pretty face, I added:

"Well? Have you made up your mind, or do you want to choose the all-day dick-soaking option?"

The female biker squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath to suppress her humiliation. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, rolling down her cheeks. She knew very well she had completely lost to this man.

"Y-you bastard..." — She choked out curses in despair, then slowly began to move.

As proof of her absolute surrender, her large, plump buttocks began to bounce rhythmically on their own. Biting her lip, she proactively lifted her hips and lowered them, swallowing every single centimeter of the veined shaft deep inside her juicy vaginal cavity.

Every self-thrust she made was accompanied by choked, lewd moans echoing through the quiet space, officially turning her into an addict who voluntarily bowed her head to the torment of pleasure.