Page 324 of S is for SEX

I’ve always been as mean as any man could ever be. When the time came to throw down and fight, I was always the first in line. Hell, two nights prior, I beat the shit out of a gun-wielding car thief. Mike Ripton. Mean. Tough. A man with a purpose.

But this day was weird. Different. I stood in the garage of someone I didn’t know; stark naked with the exception of my Chuck’s, wearing a Bill Clinton Halloween mask. As I peered through the small eyes holes of my political disguise, the girl with no name wore a unicorn mask, naked from her Chuck’s up.

As she waited for me to shove her full of my presidential cock, I silently laughed. I often got myself into situations which were different than any other sane thirty year old male would be in. Ridiculous shit. A few weeks or a month later, when I thought of what had happened; I’d always ask myself, Ripp, what the fuck were you thinking?

The answer was always the same thing.

Sex.

Sex was my weakness. Sex was the common denominator in all of the misguided horseshit I got myself into. Fucking was a drug to me, and the submissive unicorn was beginning to become addictive.

“Bend over,” I demanded as I pointed toward the motorcycle seat.

She turned to face me and tilted her horn to the side. A muffled grunt came from her mask. Trying to hear while wearing a rubber presidential mask was nearly impossible. Speaking in a manner allowing someone else to hear was equally difficult.

“What?” I yelled.

“Huh?” she screamed back.

I couldn’t really have viewed it as disobeying a dominant command. My submissive unicorn was basically deaf. I reached out, grabbed her hand, and led her to the motorcycle. As I stood beside the motorcycle holding her hand, I had a revelation.

I stepped over the motorcycle and sat down on the seat. I held my left hand in the air and raised my index finger as I began stroking my now somewhat soft cock with my right hand. As I became hard, I slapped my thigh with my left hand and pointed to my lap. Her horn tilted to the side as if she were confused. The rubber eyes on either side of her head made me wonder how a unicorn could ever see anything.

I pulled her hand toward me and slapped my lap again. It became obvious she finally understood my desire when she stepped over the seat and rested her ass onto my thighs. Lightly grasping each of her wrists, I guided her hands to the handlebars. Her back now against my chest, I reached down and lifted the palms of my hands against her butt, raising her off of my lap a few inches.

As her ass hovered over my thighs, I raised my hips and guided myself into her wet pussy. Her initial reaction of rising up from my lap changed to a slow steady push against the tip of my cock. As my entire length slowly disappeared into her wet pussy, I placed my hands on her waist and my fingertips against her hip bones.

Her petite frame and light weight made it easy for me to move her around. Gripping the small of her waist, I raised and lowered her onto my cock more rapidly with each stroke. Within a few minutes, she was taking the entire length into her warm wet pussy. My pace was that of a jackhammer, slamming her ass into my thighs as I pressed down on her hips.

Her screams and shouts were muffled by the five pounds of rubber she had stretched over her face. Although she eventually took my entire cock into her pussy without complaint – at least none that I was able to hear, she was extremely tight. At the current pace I doubted I’d last a few minutes at best.

Not being able to speak during sex seemed odd to me, considering the fact I typically talked a mad line of shit while I was fucking. I looked down and watched my cock slide in and out of her pussy as I continued to slam her ass into my thighs.

Through the slits in my rubber mask, I peered at the hand controls of the motorcycle. I released one of her hips and flipped the ignition switch on. A green glow from the instruments confirmed the neutral position of the transmission. As I held her other hip in my hand, I pressed the start button and started the engine. The rumble and vibration of the motorcycle provided a different level of satisfaction. Her hands still on the controls, I rested my palm against the outside of her hand which was gripping the throttle, and twisted the engine to a loud roar a few times.

I squeezed her hip in my hand again and forced her down onto my cock completely. As her ass continued to bounce against my thighs, I closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of her tight pussy around the girth of my cock. The pressure of her on my lap, her soaking wet pussy, the motorcycle vibrating and the exhaust rumbling proved to be far more than I was prepared for.

As I felt my cock began to swell, I raised my ass from the seat of the motorcycle and forced myself deeper into her. I felt her moans of pleasure vibrating through her lungs as my chest pressed against her back. As my fingers gripped into her waist, I knew this adventure was a matter of seconds from ending. I straightened my legs and pressed my hips into her butt, pushing her into a position of being bent over.

Now standing and straddling the motorcycle, I was forcing myself into her at a steady pace. I closed my eyes and focused on my hips pounding against her ass. Bent over with her hands steadied by the controls, she began to scream.

The muffled noise from within her mask became louder as my cock began to swell. As I felt myself begin to climax, I gripped her waist tightly, closed my eyes and groaned. As if she planned it, at the instant I exploded with pleasure inside of her, she revved the throttle of the motorcycle a few times. The sound of the exhaust echoing through the garage as I came provided me a different degree of pleasure.

Half overcome by exhaust fumes from earlier, the heat from wearing the presidential mask during sex and the fact I had just reached climax on a running motorcycle had me almost exhausted. I reached up and flipped the ignition switch to off. As the engine stopped running, I pulled the mask from my face and took a few unobstructed breaths of fresh air.

I gripped the back of her unicorn mask and after what seemed like a few minutes of struggle, pulled it from her head. Her hair a tangled wet mess and her face covered in sweat, she rotated her head and looked at me over her left shoulder.

“I like you. You’re fun,” she breathed.

I stepped over the motorcycle and stood beside it, staring at her naked body.

“You’re fun, too,” I sighed.

As she raised her leg over the motorcycle, I dropped the masks onto the floor beside where we stood. A quick look at my G-Shock revealed it was 3:50 pm. We had been fucking for two and a half hours. Holy shit. Shocked at the amount of time which had passed and the fact I was supposed to meet Vee for drinks after her work day was over, I came to the realization I needed to leave quickly.

“Are you going to be my Dom?” she asked cheerily.

Hell, I didn’t even know her name, and she wanted me to take charge of her, sexually.

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