Bikers

It was another boring day at the trailer. My husband had left last night with his friends, and he was not back yet. It was noon already, and I was starting to get impatient. I just made lunch for one, a microwave pizza, then decided to take a nap. Things were never interesting in the trailer park, and that is why my husband and I decided to have a little more fun when nobody was around.

I walked into the trailer’s bedroom, the place I felt the most comfortable at, to delight surrounded by its red velvet walls and faux cow skin pattern. This low-end pawn shop lifestyle was the perfect style for my husband and me. On the wall, the handcuffs laid open, and some dildos were in the floor nearby. It was never thrilling to use the sex toys by myself, so I would have to wait for my husband to return. Which was boring.

Sometimes, he could disappear for days on end. I would need to resort to fingering myself to please what he would not do, but he knew I get lonely easily. However, I think that turns him on. I ate my pizza in the emptiness of my room, which was bright and only had the bed, a closet, and some BDSM items laying around. I finished eating, then laid on bed.

I spread my legs open and took off my panties, then started to finger myself. This was like my dessert, and I was in much need of one. I went in slowly, making me wet after a few minutes. After gushing a bit, I felt tired and fell asleep on the bed, over the comfortable satin sheets that I dared ruin by getting them wet with my juices. It was a peaceful nap.

I woke up 2 hours later, to a still-empty house. I wonder where the heck is my husband now? I was starting to get worried. I put on a gown then went to the living room, and I heard motorbike sounds from outside. I looked to the front yard by the window, and I saw my husband and his gang parking in front of the trailer. They were back, finally.

I sat down on the couch and awaited for my husband to walk in. He opened the door trying to be silent, as if the roaring from the engines did not wake anyone already sleeping in the vicinity. He silently closed the door behind him, turned to see me sitting on the couch, looking at him and analyzing him from head to toe.

“Funny how you act as if you were breaking in during the A.M when it’s just 4 P.M” I said sarcastically. “You left me waiting for too long” I stood up, then walked towards him.

“I am so sorry babe, we were racing… I should have dropped by to let you know before disappearing” he said, looking down. “Sometimes you act as if I did not care about you, you know…” I said, then wrapped my arms around his neck. “Are you hungry?” I asked, with a wink. “Quite so” he said, then kissed me while smiling.

“Take a shower, I will get you something to eat.” He walked into the bathroom, and I went to the kitchen to fix another microwave pizza. We always had so many of these, sometimes I was afraid I would forget how to cook one of these days. I popped it into the microwave and put 3 minutes, which seemed to be taking an eternity.

My husband was out of the shower about 5 minutes after the pizza was done, towel wrapped around his lower body. I set the pizza on the table and called him to eat. “Your food is ready” I said, as he approached the table and sat down. “Microwave pizza, a staple in this house!” He said in a cheerful, quite sarcastic tone, as he began to eat.

“How were the races?” I asked, posing my arm on the table and holding my head with it, watching him eat. “Not really good. I made 100$, however” he said, then chewed his pizza. “I could have won 500$, though, and it made me feel rather upset that I lost” he added, looking away. “Come on dear, 100$ will get us many more microwave pizza!” I said and he laughed.

“You do know how to cheer me up” he said, continuing to eat. “I missed you a bit” I said, then got under the table. “What are you doing?” He asked, then took a look under the table to see me removing his towel and stroking his dick. “You finish your pizza” I said, putting his half-hard cock in my mouth. I gave him head while he ate his pizza, and his groans gave me pleasure.

“Oh yeah babe” He said, moaning a little. “There’s nothing like a homemade blowjob isn’t there?” I playfully asked. “You’re the best” he said. I continued to wrap his dick with my tongue, getting it all wet. He was well hung. After a few minutes, he said he finished eating then stood up, taking his penis out of my mouth. “I’ll wait for you in the bedroom” He said, then walked away.

I crawled slowly to the bedroom, and it was good he had left the door open. I got inside to find him with a spanker, pointing at the handcuffs on the wall. I got up. “Take off your clothes” he commanded, and I removed my gown to reveal my underwear-less body. “Making things fair, huh?” I said, walking towards the handcuffs. He handcuffed me to the wall, then began to softly spank my butt cheeks.

“I bet this is what you missed the most while I was gone” He said, spanking me harder now. I turned to see my little butt already red. “You know I can’t enjoy our toys by myself. You’re mean to leave me for so long” I said, then he spanked me harder and made me moan loudly. “If you moan it’s over” he said, putting his hand over my mouth.

He began to slap both my butt cheeks with his bare palms, then knelt down to rim my ass. I just groaned, and tried not to moan. We have played this game before; he was serious. If I moaned, he would stop fucking me. While lost in the pleasure of his tongue in my pink ass, I did not notice when he stood up and penetrated me against the wall. I did not moan, luckily.

I wanted to pull him away a little but the handcuffs did not let me, and I felt like I was losing control. “Slow down a bit please” I said, holding my moans with care. “It’s my game, so it’s my rules.” He said, then put my leg up against the wall and began to fuck me harder, moving his hand down to my pussy and rubbing it. Being handcuffed did not help. I was losing control.

He pulled out, and I came all over the wall. Then, he let me off the handcuffs, held me up, and threw me on the bed. Then he got over me, his sweaty body making me hot. He slid his penis inside my pussy, and started to fuck as hard as before. I just spread my legs open and let him ram my vagina with ease. I was very wet.

He continued to thrust himself onto me on the bed. “Say my name” he said, then pulled my hair. “Richard, make me moan goddamn!” I said, and he seemed a little upset now. He was too focused on the sex. Then, he fucked me faster now. “You’re only allowed to moan when I come, Sasha” He said, then kissed me.

I was already a twitching mess, and my body was under his control. He held me up again while still fucking me, and held me against the wall and fucked me there.  Before long, he set me free on the floor and made me kneel down. “I’m about to come” he said while groaning, and I just waited patiently while he jerked himself off. I did not touch his penis with my hands or my mouth.

After a few moments, he let his load over my face, while I fingered myself. I moaned and sucked his dick, pulling out any semen left inside it. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and slapped my cheeks with it, then helped me get up. “Better than the races?” I asked with a smirk and a playful tone. He stayed silent for a little bit, then smiled. “Better, indeed” he said, then kissed me.

“I have another race to go to tomorrow” He said, getting some pants from the drawer. “So will you leave me alone again? Sometimes I wonder who do you love most, your bike or me” I said, pouting. “I love you more. Besides, if I were to stay here all the time, you wouldn’t miss me so much and get ready to have such great sex” he said with a smile. I laughed, he was right.