Chapter 176: Female Biker (5)

Chapter 176: Chapter 176: Female Biker (5)

After those intense, rapid waves of climax and the piping-hot semen pumped abundantly deep inside, the red-haired female biker’s body turned completely limp, leaning entirely against my chest in a state of utter exhaustion and breathless silence.

I slowly lowered my hands, helping her stand on her feet, which were still trembling and unable to support her weight properly. Then, I gently withdrew my massive shaft—still glistening with lingering slime and milky-white semen—out of her juicy, soaked vaginal cavity.

Squelch... slurp...

The extraction sound echoed distinctly in the quiet space, accompanied by a bit of fluid oozing out along the gap of her thighs. I calmly adjusted my clothing, looking at the woman leaning against the motorcycle handlebars in exhaustion, and smiled politely, speaking in a gentle tone:

"Thanks for the ride and the experience just now, babe. Wishing you continued joy and safe driving on the road. I’ll be taking my leave now."

With that, I turned around and walked away leisurely, waving goodbye as casually as if we had just had a normal roadside chat.

Yet, no sooner had I taken a few steps than a hateful and resentful curse erupted from the female biker behind me. Striving to grit her teeth and stand straight, she muttered through her tears:

"You bastard... you damned perverted freak... You fuck me to pieces and then just walk away like nothing happened?! Damn you, if I ever run into you again I’ll..."

I halted my steps, the corners of my lips curling up into a dangerous smile. Slowly turning around, I walked back toward her with a cold yet mocking gaze.

"Hey, what did you just say?" — I stepped close, reaching out to gently pinch her chin, speaking in a deep, teasing voice — "This pretty mouth of yours was moaning so sweetly just a moment ago, and now it’s spitting out such insolent words? Looks like your mouth is spoiled and really needs a strict lesson."

"Y-you... what do you want...?" — The female biker panicked, taking a step back with eyes wide open in vigilance.

Without answering, I gave a light push directly against her chest. Her unrecovered body weight made her sway, tipping backward and crashing down onto the lush green grass by the roadside.

Before she could recover her senses or get up, I quickly pulled my pants down, fully releasing my massive, veined shaft—which was still blazing with energy and dripping with fluids. Kneeling closely between her legs, I clamped one hand tightly onto her fiery red hair, fixing her panicked head in place.

"Don’t... don’t... What do you think you’re doing?!" — The female biker shrieked in terror, pushing hard against my chest with both hands.

"I told you this mouth of mine is spoiled and needs a punishment." — I chuckled coldly, showing no mercy as I pressed the swelling shaft right against her tightly pursed lips.

I used the head of my shaft to rub repeatedly against the cleft of her lips, forcing her to open up. When I felt her teeth part in helplessness and fear, I applied gentle force, shoving my long, massive shaft straight deep into her warm oral cavity.

"Uhm... mm... huc...!"

The female biker was hit by surprise, her eyes rolling back, her throat choked and blocked by the oversized girth of the shaft. The lingering semen and pre-cum invaded her palate, making her gag, but her biological reflexes and scorching heat immediately turned her panic into a lewd surrender, forcing her to obediently suck and massage the shaft in total helplessness out in broad daylight.

The red-haired female biker’s warm oral cavity was completely conquered by the massive, veined, and scorching shaft.

One hand held the back of her neck tight, while the other grabbed her fiery red hair to secure her entire head. Without a moment’s hesitation, I began moving my hips, repeatedly thrusting my shaft deep into her mouth to the hilt.

Thwack... slurp... squelch...

Every powerful thrust drove the glans straight down her deep throat, completely blocking the female biker’s airway. The oversized girth of the shaft forced her narrow throat to expand to its absolute limit, swelling up with every in-and-out stroke.

An intense, suffocating feeling struck immediately. The female biker widened her eyes, tears and mucus streaming uncontrollably down her face because she couldn’t breathe. Her throat ached in waves as if about to tear apart from the rough friction. In the height of panic due to oxygen deprivation, she repeatedly punched with both hands, slapping my thighs in a silent plea for rescue.

"~ Um... gurgle... hurk... cough..." — Choked, muffled sounds escaped her blocked throat, sounding deeply pitiful and lewd.

Inside the female biker’s mind right now, sheer terror intertwined with deep humiliation tore at her:

Oh god... is he trying to kill me...? It’s too big... it’s thrusting way too deep past my limit... I can’t breathe... my throat aches all the way to my brain... — She screamed frantically in her mind, her body writhing and struggling — But... even though I’m suffocating, even though it hurts so much, why... why is my throat unconsciously contracting and sucking on that thing this fiercely...?

And indeed, even as her logic begged in desperation, her oral biological reflexes completely betrayed her. Her narrow, warm, and exceptionally soft throat walls contracted in rapid succession, hugging the shaft tightly. Saliva mixed with overflowing lubricant formed a warm, slippery coating wrapped around the penis, making every single thrust of mine smoother and infinitely more pleasurable.

Leaning down, I looked at her flushed face lacking oxygen, delivering a challenging taunt:

"How’s that? Where is that insolent mouth from earlier? Now you have to obediently close around and swallow my shaft all the way down your throat. Keep enjoying this smooth, warm feeling thoroughly, babe!"

I had no intention of stopping, continuing to accelerate, pushing a few more deep strokes home while she frantically patted my thighs in vain, completely sinking into the joyful torture of the flesh.

Repeated, deep thrusts straight into her throat left the red-haired female biker lost in the panic of air deprivation. Noticing her complexion turning pale and her eyes rolling back from suffocation, I granted a temporary reprieve, pulling my shaft out of her tight throat, leaving a glistening string of saliva stretching between her swollen lips.

Pop...

The moment she was freed from the confinement, the female biker collapsed onto the grass, gaping as she took huge, desperate breaths like a drowning person pulled ashore. Her chest heaved violently, coughing uncontrollably as tears and mucus streamed across her face.

A long moment later, when her breathing stabilized somewhat and the panic subsided, she anxiously realized her current posture—lying flat on the grass with wild, disheveled hair, while I stood towering over her with a menacing gaze. Fearing the prospect of being shoved deep into her throat until suffocation again, she hurriedly pressed both hands against my legs, speaking in a hoarse, tearful plea:

"Don’t... don’t shove it down my throat anymore... please... ~ Huc..." — The female biker swallowed hard, trying to summon whatever courage was left to offer a deeply humiliating compromise — "I... I’ll suck it myself... I’ll voluntarily blow and suck your dick... please don’t do that again..."

Hearing this, I burst out laughing, crossing my arms to look down at the woman who had looked so majestic on her motorcycle just minutes prior, now obediently bowing her head to ask permission to serve me. Stooping down, I reached out to gently pinch her chin, speaking teasingly:

"Oh? Just a moment ago you were stubbornly cursing, so why are you now voluntarily offering up this pretty mouth to serve me? Looks like your attitude has improved significantly, babe."

"Y-you..." — The female biker bit her lower lip, her face flushing crimson from shyness and resentment, but facing my cold gaze, she dared not utter a single word of protest, forced to swallow her pride and admit — "Fine... I’m doing it voluntarily... Whatever you want, just bring it here..."

Not keeping her waiting long, I stepped forward, bringing the massive, veined shaft—still dripping with pre-cum—right in front of her face.

Taking the cue, the female biker took a deep breath to suppress her remaining dignity. Propping herself up, she knelt right before me on the grass. Her trembling hands reached up to lift the heavy base of the shaft, then timidly parted her swollen lips.

She began licking the glans, using her wet, soft tongue to trace circles around the corona, before slowly taking the tip entirely into her oral cavity. The shift in attitude from resistance to voluntary oral service brought a completely new wave of excitement.

Inside the female biker’s mind right now, a bitter internal battle was raging:

Good grief, I’m a notorious stunt racer, yet here I am kneeling on the grass, voluntarily blowing a stranger’s dick in broad daylight... — She screamed inwardly in despair, humiliating tears welling up again — But... if I don’t do this, he’ll torture me to death... Besides... this taste, this warm feeling... why does it make me feel both terrified and strangely, lewdly aroused?

Pushed past all pride, she began to accelerate. Her primal craving resurfaced, and she proactively bobbed her head up and down in smooth rhythms. Her warm, smooth mouth sucked and stroked every centimeter of the shaft with expert skill, producing endless lewd sounds echoing across the lush green grass.