Chapter 177: female biker (6)

The sight of the red-haired female biker—someone who had always been proud and fierce on the open roads—now obediently kneeling on the grass, using both hands to cradle and lewdly service me, delivered an infinite sense of satisfaction both mentally and physically.

I stood straight, my hands on my hips, looking down at the top of her continuously bobbing head. The corners of my lips curled up into a mocking smile, intentionally teasing her to test her limits:

"Come on, come on, look at the way you're kneeling and blowing me. Just a moment ago you were proudly cursing, so why do you now look exactly like a bitch obediently begging for a bone, babe? With service skills like this, you must be quite used to practicing with a lot of men, right?"

Hearing those provocative and insulting words, the female biker, who had my shaft clutched tight in her mouth, suddenly paused for a moment. Raising her tear-filled eyes, she glared at me with annoyance, then managed to pull the object out slightly to talk back in a choked, aggrieved voice:

"Y-you... shut your mouth right now... You bastard... Who... who is a bitch... I... I'm just doing what you said to make up for my sins... Don't talk nonsense..."

"Nonsense what?" — I smirked, intentionally shifting my hips slightly closer — "Look at the way you're licking and craving it, what are you arguing for? Keep doing a good job, or if I'm not satisfied, I'll stuff your throat like before."

Terrified of the prospect of a suffocating throat-fucking repeating itself, the female biker took a deep breath, swallowed her grievance, and decided to use her actions to prove her lewd "submission." Pouting her lips, her gaze turned hazy, full of seduction and intoxication.

From that exact moment onward, she completely abandoned her pride, turning her mouth into the ultimate pleasure-giving tool.

The female biker used her soft, wet tongue to press firmly against the shaft. She began swirling her tongue around the corona in a spiral, licking every single protruding vein with astonishing skill. Occasionally, her soft, plump lips rubbed gently, sucking continuously around the tip of the glans, producing incredibly provocative, sloppy squelching sounds.

Her slender hands didn't stay still either, cupping the base and testicles below, rhythmically massaging and cradling them as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Good grief... what the hell am I doing...? — The female biker's mind screamed in absolute helplessness — It's clear I'm being tormented by him, it's clearly so humiliating... And yet... why does every lick, why does every whiff of that salty, masculine scent rushing to my nose make my body tingle like this...?

My tongue... my lips are voluntarily pampering it... I've truly turned into an addicted slut...

Under that enthusiastic, lewd, and remarkably skilled service, the sensations surging straight to my brain from below were genuinely incredible.

The massive shaft buried deep in the warm oral cavity, wrapped by a slippery layer of saliva and the rhythmic contraction of the throat, created a mind-numbing friction. The warm, soft feeling and the rapid sucking assaulted me in waves, forcing me to tilt my head back slightly and close my eyes to fully enjoy the surge of pleasure spreading through every blood vessel.

Truly intoxicating... — I thought to myself, lightly gripping her fiery red hair and adjusting the pace to make her service go deeper... She's getting better and better at making someone feel ultimate satisfaction...

The enthusiastic and lewd service of the red-haired female biker didn't stop at the veined shaft but gradually drifted downward. With extremely fluid movements, she slowly let go of the glans, leaving a glistening, elongated string of saliva, then slid her head further down.

Her soft lips and wet tongue began to engulf my heavy testicles. Using the tip of her tongue to tease and lick around each nut, she sucked gently as if savoring a priceless treasure. Every now and then, her teeth brushed lightly, producing sloppy noises that echoed distinctly across the lush green grass.

Looking down at that meticulous and somewhat daring service, the corners of my mouth twitched into a mocking smile as I teased:

"Well, look at that. Just a moment ago you were forced, and now you're blowing my dick and testicles this thoroughly and skillfully? Right now you look no different from a true addict carefully tending to a man's private parts, babe."

Hearing those provocative and brazenly exposing words, the female biker, who had her head bowed, suddenly paused. Snapping her head up with a flushed face full of anger and shyness, she glared at me and angrily retorted:

"Y-you... shut your mouth right now! Wasn't it you who just made me service you? I'm just following your instructions! Stop running your mouth with wild assumptions!"

Raising an eyebrow in feigned skepticism, I looked down at her:

"Really? Or is it that you actually like and crave this yourself, which is why you're being so dedicated?"

Caught right in the bullseye of truth while her pride refused to admit it, the female biker clenched her teeth in fury, but since she was in the weaker position, she still tried to salvage her pride with a resentful tone:

"W-well... taking care of your dick, taking care of your balls so you'll ejaculate a lot later, completely satisfying your demands, that's all! You... you pervert, stop talking nonsense."

Hearing that reasoning, which was both naive and deeply lewd, I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Playing with a lock of her red hair, I delivered another damaging tease:

"Oh, so you wanted to prepare thoroughly so I'd ejaculate a lot later, huh? Looks like you're really looking forward to and craving my piping-hot semen, aren't you, babe?"

The female biker's face turned as red as a ripe tomato; the surge of grievance and shyness made her yell in protest:

"No... no such thing! Stop being so crazy! Who's craving that slime of yours?! You shameless bastard!"

"Not craving it yet your face is turned bright red like that? Alright, don't deny it anymore, just keep showing this dedicated 'care,' who knows, maybe later I'll reward you with a huge load right down your throat." — I smirked, pushing her head down to resume the tormenting service.

A gentle afternoon breeze blew across the grassy roadside, but the surrounding air seemed to grow blazing hot from the lewdness and provocative taunts. Stooping down, I gently patted the cheek of the red-haired female biker kneeling at my feet, urging her on in an overbearing tone:

"Alright, no more arguing, keep going babe. Don't be sluggish or lazy. Later when I ejaculate, you'll have to swallow every single drop of my semen into that lewd belly of yours, not a single drop is allowed to spill, you hear me?"

Hearing that brazen and possessive demand, the female biker froze as her final shreds of grievance and pride erupted. Snapping her head up, she glared at me with a hostile expression, trying to fight back with words:

"Y-you... you're going too far! Making me service you wasn't enough, and now you want me to swallow that stuff too? Keep dreaming! What do you think I am that you can order me around however you want? Wipe that idea right out of your head, there's no way I'll—"

But those weak and sharp protests felt like nothing more than stimulating spices to me. Bursting into laughter, I teased further:

"Oh, still talking tough, huh? The more you argue, the more I'll shoot later, so you better brace yourself. A mouth that curses this energetically stuffed full of thick semen later is going to look very interesting."

"You... you damn demon..." — The female biker gnashed her teeth in fury, her cheeks flushing bright red from extreme shyness and resentment.

Knowing that arguing further would only bring more humiliation and mockery from this man, she huffed a deep breath, swallowing her anger. Without bothering to argue anymore, she snapped her head back and bent down, taking out her frustration on the massive shaft before her with absolute thoroughness.

This time, she didn't hesitate to open her mouth wide, swallowing the glans deep into her throat. Her soft lips clenched tightly around the shaft, starting to move up and down at a much more intense and frantic frequency than before.

Her wet tongue swirled continuously, licking every single protruding, rugged vein, combining with expert strokes as if wanting to vent all her annoyance and grievance into every blowjob motion. Squelch... slurp... squelch... echoes rang out continuously in the quiet space, deeply lewd and exciting.

Inside the female biker's mind right now, chaos mixed with humiliation and pleasure tore at her heart:

This bastard... he really is my nemesis... — She sucked and stroked furiously while screaming inwardly, tears of physiological stimulation welling up — It's clear I wanted to fight back, it's clear I hate him... but why is my body betraying me? The feeling of that massive dick rubbing in my mouth, the salty taste rushing to my nose... it just makes me go numb and tremble all over... Oh well, whatever, I'm already this humiliated, I might as well blow him until he feels good and let whatever happens happen!

That lewd service, overflowing with submission, quickly pushed my feelings to the brink of explosion.

The base of the shaft began to twitch repeatedly, swelling up and sending a powerful signal of imminent launch. Pausing for a beat, I gripped her fiery red hair to secure her position, and let out a deep roar:

"It's coming! Open your mouth wide and take it all!"

Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!

Thick, scorching hot, and massive amounts of semen were discharged under high-pressure climax, shooting wildly straight deep into the female biker's oral cavity.

The sudden posture prevented her from closing her mouth tightly; part of the milky-white fluid spilled from the corners of her lips, trickling down her neck, but the majority was still forced to be swallowed directly down her throat. Gulp after gulp of thick semen slid down her esophagus, carrying a piping-hot temperature and a concentrated masculine flavor.

The female biker's body convulsed violently, her eyes rolling back in shock and breathlessness. She coughed uncontrollably, her throat choked, but instinct forced her to try and swallow every single drop as demanded, not daring to let a single bit go to waste.

All final resistance was completely extinguished, leaving behind the image of a completely subjugated woman, bowing in submission beneath the quagmire of pleasure I had laid out for her.

Good god... what the hell am I doing...? — She squeezed her eyes shut, physiological tears streaming down her face, mingling with the messy white fluid smeared at the corners of her lips — I'm a proud racer, yet here I am kneeling on the grass, obediently swallowing every drop of a stranger's semen in broad daylight...

My throat... my stomach is full of that lewd slime... I've truly sold out my self-respect to become his slave...