She was out for a ride in her shinny black corvette.  Just enjoying a nice drive with the convertible top down letting the summer wind blow her long hair.  She was wearing a bikini top with a short white mini skirt allowing the sun to warm her long tan legs.  She was supposed to be working today but she took the day off to contemplate her new freedom.  She had just broken up with a long time boyfriend.  It was not a pretty separation.  She had just been promoted to a new position of responsibility in the Law Firm and her boyfriend had a difficult time handling her success.  Now that she lived alone again, she was feeling a bit lonely and horny even though it had only been two weeks.  So she decided to treat herself to a ride in her newly purchased ego machine.

Traffic was light and she was enjoying looking around at the people hustling to who knows where as they walked down the sidewalk.  She pulled to a stop at a red traffic signal and heard a motorcycle coming up from behind.  The loud thumping, sputter of the engine told her it was a Harley.  She glanced in the rear view mirror to see a biker sitting on his chopped and chromed noisy beast.  Something stirred in her as she looked at his bare chest visible through his leather vest.  His arms reaching out to hold the controls of his beast, showing off his muscular shoulders and biceps.  He looked every bit as powerful as the noisy monster he sat on.  He was cranking the throttle, making the bike splat noise which echoed off the buildings.  The combination of the warm sun, noise and the sight of this unruly character sitting behind her made her feel a tingle between her legs and perhaps the start of a bit of wetness.  She blushed when she realized the light was green and she was busy looking at the spectacle behind her.  She stepped on the gas a bit too hard and made the back wheels of her vett chirp as she pulled away from the stop light.  She caught the next light green but the second light caught her with it's glowing red eye.  The road widened to two lanes in each direction now and the noisy motorcycle pulled up next to her on the passenger side.  She didn't look at first but then glanced toward him.  He was leaning toward her, leering at her long legs protruding from under her short skirt.  She felt so self aware of how vulnerable she was,  just sitting there for his eyes to roam her body.  She knew she was beautiful because of the attention she always got from guys.  But this was different.  This lewd character was not being polite at all with his leering.  She felt repulsed and excited at the same time to have this uncontrollable "creature" staring at her with who knows what on his mind.

As the light changed, she glanced at him quickly and saw him roll his tongue out and lick his lips in a most obscene manner.  She hit the gas and the vett launched itself like a rocket.  She reached the edge of town and made a couple of quick turns and back tracked to find a public place where people were around.  She spotted a fast food drive-in and whipped into the parking lot.  She got out and walked into the place to conceal herself and get something cold to drink.  As she was in line getting her drink, she heard the noise of that damn bike again.  Then she could no longer hear it, as if it stopped.  She got her drink and started back to her car thinking she had just about had enough excitement for today and decided to get home.  As she came around the corner of the drive-in, she looked up to see her car with the biker parked right next to her.  He was still sitting on the bike but leaning back, almost lounging on the seat, sunning himself.  So bold and brash.  She steadied herself and walked to her car.  She didn't look at him, just opened her door and started to step in.  From his leaning position, he reached up and stroked the inside of her planted leg as she was balancing to get into her car.  The surprise of being touched made her gasp.  Being touched was one thing but how high up her inner thigh his fingers had come made her temper rise.  She whipped her head around and before she could spit out her insults to him, he was sitting there with is arms raised muttering he was sorry.  He kept up the verbal atonement, telling her she was so beautiful he couldn't help himself.  On he went with praises for her that she almost felt embarrassed by the lavish and articulate manner in which he praised her.  Listening to his smooth voice made her anger cool very quickly.  As she listened to him, she was surprised as she sensed there was more to this guy than she first thought.  He sounded intelligent and not without manners.  As he continued to talk, her fears eased and then he asked her if he had scared her more than anything else that just happened.  She confessed she was scared out of her wits by her perception of him being an uncontrollable threat to her.  He smiled and in his smooth voice asked if that thought excited her.  Her eyes widened at this question and then she looked down and averted her eyes when she realized the thought did excite her.  Being "taken" by such a figure had always excited her and she had often fantasized such experiences.  She didn't look up when she heard his low smooth voice say "I thought so".  Damn how could she let a perfect stranger get such a response out her like this.  Her face flushed from embarrassment and temper.  She ground her teeth together and looked up at him and said "you have no idea what I'm thinking".  Her mind was racing now.  Damn, she was attracted to this creep, so assured of himself, bold, brash, taking her for granted.  Gaining her composure a bit, she thought she would teach this jerk a lesson.  She flashed him her most seductive smile and said "you wouldn't be able to handle me anyhow".  This brought a roar of laughter from him.  His laughter finally subsided to a leering snicker as his low smooth voice almost stopped her heart with "no problem handling a beauty like you when you're all tied up and helpless".  She realized she had stopped breathing and sucked in her breath.  She thought to herself, is this guy a fucking mind reader?  She had only fantasized about such delightful adventures with her ex lover.  Never tried anything like that but just fantasized.  Now here was this guy, talking like he knew her deepest secret.  Could this be real or was she still in her apartment dreaming.  She composed herself and asked "just how do you propose to accomplish this dream of yours, just take me?"  He thought for a second, looked up at her and said, "no, I don't have to take you, you're going to give yourself to me."  Damn this guy, she thought, what a self assured bastard.  She was glad now she was wearing panties because she suddenly became aware of how damn wet she was.  This guys is really getting to me she thought.  "dream on asshole" she blurted out.  He laughed, reached in his saddle bag, brought out a coiled length of soft, pure white rope, tossed it into her lap and said, "I don't dream, I do".  She picked up the rope and was surprised at the softness of it's feel.  Her mind was racing.  She noticed her hand was shaking while she was holding the rope.  So did he because he said, "just the feel of it makes you wet, doesn't it?"  She went out of control and her mind was reeling.  She blurted out without thinking, "how the fuck do you know so much about me?"  He grinned a crooked grin and said, "I don't, I just let fate deal me the cards."  How free she thought to live by that philosophy.  Not knowing what to say next, she said "and where do you propose I'm supposed to give myself to you?  Right here in the parking lot?"  Thinking this would throw him off a bit.  He didn't hesitate.  He said, "I would offer to take you back to my place, but the bigger ones would take you away from me and eat you for their lunch."  "No" he said, "I thought you would be more comfortable at your place."  He said this so flat, no emotion, as if he already saw it happening.  She just could not believe this was happening.  She asked "and just what would you do with me, IF, you had your dream shot?"  He grinned that crooked grin again and said, "it's not my dream babe, it's yours, now quite fucking around and I'll follow you to your place."  With that, he fired up the noisy beast between his legs, put his shades back on and rolled the bike out into the parking lot.  She just sat there, with the rope in her hands, shaking, looking at him in her mirror.  She was so excited, wet and nervous she could barely get the car started.  She didn't know what to do but she knew she had to get away.  He was sitting there, cranking the throttle again, making the bike splatter noise, causing everyone in the lot to stare.  She backed out of her space, pointed the nose of the vette to the exit and jammed the pedal.  The vette shot into the street just missing hitting an on coming car.  Damn what the hell was she doing.  She couldn't even think straight right now.  She found herself navigating toward her apartment and could not believe something inside her was actually leading this nemesis to her place of safety.  She pulled into the underground parking garage with the biker close on her bumper.  As they entered the garage, the noise of the bike increased to an echoed vibration that she could feel in her damp crotch.  What the fuck am I doing she asked herself.  She pulled into her assigned spot. He put the bike between two support columns and turned off the beastly noise maker.  She just sat there quivering.  He sauntered over to her and put his gloved hand on her shoulder.  In his low smooth voice again, he said, "hand me the rope and lets go".  She reached for the rope and handed it to him with great difficulty.  She looked up at him as he took the rope and he put his gloved hand under her chin, lifting her face toward his.  He spoke in that damn voice again, "don't worry, I won't hurt you, I want to give you the gift of freedom that comes from submitting to your fantasies".  She closed her eyes as he held her chin in his hand and she could feel a teardrop escape her eyelid.  Still holding her chin, he brushed the teardrop from her cheek with his free hand.  He made this gesture seem so tender, caring.  He opened her car door and held her hand to assist her getting out.  As she stood and stepped out of the way, he swung the door shut behind her and pulled her into his arms.  She melted.  She could feel his warm naked chest pressing into her.  She circled her arms around him and was astounded at the hardness of his body.  He lifted her chin in his gloved hand again and kissed her softly on the lips.  She was trembling so hard she had a hard time standing.  He released her and put his arm around her waist and started walking toward the elevator, helping her walk on unsteady legs.  Neither of them spoke as they walked to the elevator door.  She used her security card to open the elevator and they stepped in.  She punched the button for her floor and looked at him.  He smiled back, leaned forward and with the same effortless motion as before, reached under her skirt and grabbed the crotch of her soaked panties pulling them down.  She was frozen as if she was under some sort of spell.  She lifted each leg to assist him in removing her panties.  He never took his eyes off hers as if their eyes were locked together.  When he stood up again, he smiled and tossed the panties into the corner of the elevator and said, "you shouldn't wear these, they're bad for your health."  The elevator stopped and the door opened.  As they stepped out, she glanced back at the crumpled heap of cloth that was her last barrier of safety that used to cover her ever dampening crotch.  She felt exhilarated, free, vulnerable.  As the elevator door closed, she wondered if the dirty old man down the hall would find them and save them as a trophy.  She led her new friend down the long hall of the apartment building.  His arm still wrapped around her waist, holding the rope in his free hand.  She stopped at her door, paused, looked up at him and said, "what the fuck" and opened the door.  As he entered the room, he scanned it for anything interesting to tie his willing victim to.  He wanted to move quickly now before she had a chance to change her mind.  It was a lavish apartment, with heavy drapes, nice thick carpeting, leather furniture.  He spotted a leather wing back chair with ornate carved legs.  He took her in his arms again and pressed her close to him and kissed her deeply this time.  Not tender but not harsh either.  Just strong enough to show her he meant business.  He was getting into the role now.  She asked if she could freshen up first and he let her go.  She went to the bathroom and he grabbed the big chair and moved it to the center of the living room.  When she returned, she was blushing and looking down.  Before she could speak, he stepped close to her and took her in his arms again.  As she leaned up into his kiss, he took both her wrists and started to coil the rope around them.  She started to pull back but he was too strong and had already put enough coils around her wrists to render her pretty much helpless.  He guided her over to the chair and asked her to kneel on the seat cushion, facing the back of the chair.  She raised her knee and crawled up into the large seat.  He brought her hands and arms over the back of the chair and pulled them straight down so it appeared she was reaching for the legs at the bottom of the back of the chair.  This pinned her to the back of the chair so her head was actually looking over the back.  She saw him thread the rope around the chair legs and then toss the loose end toward the front of the chair.  She could no longer see the front of the chair because of the way she was pinned to the chair back.  He moved to the front of the chair and knelt down and wrapped the rope around the front chair leg and then up to her thigh, just above her knee.  He put his hands between her knees and gently helped her spread her knees apart to where he wanted them.  He tightened the first coil of rope around her thigh and then back down to the chair leg and over to the opposite leg.  Around the leg and up to her other thigh.  Tying off the loose end, she was now kneeling on the seat cushion with her knees spread wide, facing the back of the chair.  Pinned to the chair back by her stretched arms and now her knees were held apart.  She could feel the air-conditioned air of her apartment cool the dampness between her legs now that she was so obscenely spread.  He came around to the back of the chair and faced her.  Lifting her chin again, he spoke in that voice again and said, "don't worry, just enjoy, I won't hurt you."  Her eyes almost popped out of her head when he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a switch blade knife and clicked it open so close to her face.  He walked around behind her now and she struggled to see what he was up to.  She felt the cold blade of the knife against the skin on her back, just below the strap on her bikini top.  He slid the cold blade up and under the back strap of the top, twisted the blade and pulled.  The blade cut through the material with no hesitation and the top fell away loosing her breasts.  As her now naked tits swung free, they brushed against the cool leather she was forced to lean against.  Now free and brushing the cool leather, her nipples sprang to attention begging to be caressed.  He slid the knife blade down to the hem of her short skirt.  Holding the hemline in one hand and ripping the blade upward, he sliced her skirt to the waistband.  One more quick turn of the sharp blade and she was kneeling, tied to the chair, naked and helpless.  He stood behind her for a few minutes, enjoying the view of her ass.  He could see her glistening moist pussy hair as she squirmed slightly, trying to avoid his stare.  He excused himself and went into the bathroom.  When she looked up when he returned, he was holding her shaving cream and razor she used to shave her legs with.  Her eyes widened as she heard him say, "I thought I would give you something to remember me by".  She struggled a bit but realized it was useless.  He pulled up a chair behind her and smoothed on a handful of  cool, sticky shaving cream, rubbing it into her soaked pussy.  He cleaned his hands off and proceeded to stroke her back and sides and moved up to her swinging tits and gently squeezed and fondled them until her nipples where ready to explode.  She felt so helpless, vulnerable, wonderful.  After several minutes of caressing, he carefully and gently shaved her pussy to a smooth glistening mound of sensitivity.  He went back to the bathroom and retrieved a warm wash cloth and cleaned the remains of the shaving cream from her.  She could not believe she had even stuck her ass out for him and held her legs open wider for him to have better access for the shaving.  She was starting to enjoy this game.  Why hadn't she played this with her lover.  All she knew now is this stranger had so totally taken over her mind and body, she would do just about anything for him.  He seemed so gentle yet scared the hell out of her.  She heard him unzip his leather pants and she could feel him close behind her.  She wanted him inside her so bad now, she arched her back and stuck out her ass, seeming to beg him for his cock.  He slid inside her soaked pussy with such ease.  It felt so wonderful and slick.  Once inside, his cock felt so natural, just right.  As he started to pump, she noticed he seemed to grow in size as his excitement built.  My god she thought, how big is this guy.  He had grown now to a substantial size and was causing her to feel very full indeed.  She had never experienced a man this large and after the initial brief worry, she was now comfortable with the fullness.  She was so excited by all the preparation and fearful joy she felt, she was ready to hit a monster orgasm any moment.  He built to a strong stroking rhythm just about the time she hit her building orgasm.  She let out a low moan and her whole body shuddered and shook.  She focused on how full her pussy felt, how strong the strokes were, how rhythmic, how slippery his cock felt……ooooh god….here comes another orgasm.  As her body shook and shuddered for the second time in just a few minutes, he looked down at her and took hold of her waist and increased his thrusts.  He smiled to himself because he knew he had a long way to go before he was ready to unload inside her.  As he increased his thrusts and tempo, she went into her third orgasm with all the power of the previous two.  This time however, the moans coming out of her were stronger and louder.  She was pressing back into him now, comfortable with his size, she wanted more.  He smiled and pulled back a bit.  Sensing he was pulling out, she tried harder to press back into him.  The further back she pushed, the more he pulled away.  As she reached her limit of movement, he pushed forward and rammed his cock to it's full length deep inside her.  She immediately cracked her fourth orgasm and began moaning even louder and pushed back into him trying to impale herself on his wonderful cock.  He just smiled and kept pumping.  He was starting to build now, getting close to unloading.  His strokes got longer, his tempo built with his need, his grip on her waist and ass got tighter and she could sense he was about to blast her with his load.  She bucked and squirmed and tried to help him get off.  As the first shot of his hot cum sprayed inside her, she lapsed into her fifth and strongest orgasm.  She was gone to orgasm heaven, throwing her head back, a low scream coming from her throat generating from deep inside her, thrashing her body back into him.  He thrashed and pumped like the wild beast machine he rode.  She felt as if he was riding her like he did his bike.  Her orgasm seemed to last for an eternity and he just kept pumping even though he had stopped squirting what seemed like gallons of his hot cum inside her.  Finally she could feel him start to grow soft and he pulled out of her.  He flopped back into the chair he used to sit in when he shaved her pussy and collapsed.  She was still tied to the damn chair and all she could do is kneel there, helpless and exposed.  She could feel all his hot cum start to run inside her.  She squeezed her pussy tight but could not keep the cooling cum from dripping out of her still open and well fucked pussy lips.  The whitish liquid streamed out of her and pooled on the seat of the leather chair.

Unable to help herself, she lowered her head and rested the best she could in the position she was tied into.  She must have passed out or fallen asleep for a while because when she looked at the clock on the wall, an hour had passed.  She tried to look around to see where her new biker friend was but couldn't quite see if he was still behind her.  She froze for a second, realizing she didn't even know this guys name.  She called out, "hello".  After calling out a few more times, he finally said, "I'm still here babe, I'm just enjoying the view".  She felt so helpless.  He asked if she was thirsty and she replied she was.  He went to the kitchen and found some beer in the refrigerator.  He came back to her and held her chin up and helped her sip a beer.  She was so thirsty she sucked the beer down in gulps.  When she was done, he stood there in front of her face with his still protruding cock just inches away from her mouth.  He said, "now be a good girl and finish me off please".  She opened her mouth and he guided the tip of his cock to her lips.  She nibbled the length of it into her mouth and started to suck him.  He stood there drinking his beer while she sucked.  She was having trouble because of the position she was tied into.  He grabbed the back of her hair and helped hold her head up into a more comfortable position so she could suck the length of his growing shaft.  She sucked and he pumped and he blasted the back of her throat with yet another monster load of cum.  She choked and gagged and he still pumped and squirted.  She thought she would drown.  When he was finished, he let her hair go and she dropped her head.  He disappeared again behind her and sat in the other chair.  The first load he had dumped in her pussy had gelled on the leather seat now and was starting to harden.  He admired his handy work. 

All of a sudden, she looked up at the clock and gasped in horror.  She spoke to her friend and said, "I hate to cut this game short but my ex is coming over in less than an hour to pick up the things he left and return the key to the apartment".  "He is bringing friends with him to lift the heavy stuff."  He asked, "are you telling me I have to leave?"  She replied, "I think it would be best so there won't be a confrontation."  He laughed and just sat there for a few minutes.  He then said he didn't mind leaving now since he got what he wanted.  He patted her on her ass and said, "I hope your ex enjoys the view he is going to have when he walks through the door and sees you like this."  His words sent fear through her like a shot.  She heard him zip is trousers, and start for the door.  She wailed for him to please not do this and she heard him shut the door as he left.  She started to cry softly.  She was really getting uncomfortable in the position she was tied in.  She also started to realize the beer she had thought so wonderful about 45 minutes ago was now causing some bladder discomfort. 

About half an hour later, she was concentrating so hard on controlling her bladder, she almost didn't hear the key being inserted in the door lock.  Through the door she heard her ex say to his friends he hoped the bitch wasn't home so they could get out of there with his furniture without a scene.  She thought, "his furniture indeed, the pompous ass."  She helped pay for it too. "BITCH?" she thought.  As she heard him and the others come in, she heard him stop and say, "what the fuck" and she thought, "EXACTLY" and forgot to control her bladder.

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