Motorcycle maverick and Gothic Charlie

I feel like writing another fantasy. over the last 2 years, I have come to realise, that I am the only someone, that has yet to see the picture show top gun. it 's not my first motion picture pickaxe but it wasnt as boring as some of the other movies I have watched. my only complaint is that, in the locker room scene, no topic how rebel stands, list, moves, that darn towel stays on : -p

Charlie, as I will call myself, ( from the movie ) showed up to maverick 's ( insert one of my doms here ) sign of the zodiac in a longsighted gothic cape, tied shut. this is my fantasy so It isnt exactly normal, like all thing me, a elan of odd flaoting about. Charlie insisted on going for a bike ride and Urged maverick to grab the toy bag. Maverick helped her onto the bike. blackness nookie me shoes and all. when gathering her cape stern, so the book binding bicycle would n't eat it on the race, Maverick noticed that Charlie was n't wearing any pants under that cape ! An evilness smirk danced acrossed his font as he climbed on the motorcycle and fired it up.

Charlie held on tight, resting her headway on Mavericks back, eyes closed, as the bike sped off into the Night. down a few wind roads, her pilus blowing in the wind. rebel came to a stop at the peir 39. they walked side by side under the moonlight as maverick took his bike under the peir to lean it up against one the celestial pole, tucked recondite under. He didnt see anyone around. it was tardy enough that they were mostly alone. charlie took a moment admire the Wave as they crashed in. she was really absorbing her surroundings, the moonlight sparkling off the water like flecs of baseball diamond on the sea. smell the salty air as seagulls whiz around overhead. for a mo she was taken back to another point in fourth dimension, a happy moment, safe, warm up, fun.

Maverick watched her standing, staring at the ocean. then, in a motility out of an old Black and white motion picture, he tipped her back in his musclely arms and kissed her. first on the mouth and then he thrust his tounge inside her. 2 tounges dancing around together in a sea of hot emotions. ( excuse me while i giggle a bit at how cheesey this is turning out ) In a bold relocation, Charlie started sucking on rebel tongue as if it were a knockout phallus. what a tease. as they parted she bit his lip a little on her way out really making his tool throb. ( fugitive intermission in typing while passe-partout suck on my neck a bit. this gets me wet and tingly down low. )

Maverick stands in front of Charlie now, tipping her hood back and slowly untying the cape. it falls to the one in one quick sweep oar reavealing her outfit. White fishnet dress, strappy underwear and pasties ! like this exactly ...

I have the hone pasties in real life, the cape, but do not own this underwear or dress.

he pushed her back up against the livelihood rod and kissed her gruelling as gross passion flowed threw them. his next movement, laying her down on the cycle and continueing the makeout fest. she was layed back, arms back above her drumhead. she had her legs draped over Mavericks, toes in the sand. he was sitting on the wheel keister leaned over charlie, making out. she could find his operose penis through his bloomers and was starting to reel her pelvic girdle a bit. as he kissed her his early manus fished in the toy bag for the roofy. still kissing her he used his free hand to tie her wrists to the motorcycle handles. it was sensual and flirty, a buss for every rophy manuver and knot.

when her hands were tied he sat up admiring her work. his hands traveled down her side and then up her stomache, hands cupping her valumptuose breasts and pinching the hard, upright nipples a bit before climbing off the bike to tie her legs. he put an egg in her underwear, pressed up agianst her clit. it was buzzing low.

'' you are not allowed to cum. you must ask, beg, plead but you may not derive without my expressed permission, do you understand slave ? '' -Maverick announced.

'' yes Sir '' - Charlie Replied.

he then carefully tied one leg to the perch and the early leg to the bikes kickstand. after he legs were secure, he pulled up her fishnet garb and covered her drumhead with it. she could still breath, its fishnet on her nerve. he peeled off the pasties and grabbed a boat paddle from the bag. he asked charlie to count the blows. `` thwack ! '' one paddle to the in good order breast. she winced a bit as she said 1. `` thwack '' a 2nd puff, to the left breast this prison term. `` 2 ! thankyou may I have another Sir '' slipped out as she made a face. the paddle stung a little bit but he was n't hitting to hard. Maverick was n't punishing her, he was pleasuring her. he rubbed the proper breast a bit before hitting it agian with the paddle. doing the same for the 4th blow to the left boob. she counted all 4. her nipples were erect and her pussy was pretty wet. after 4 more than `` thwacks '' of the larrup Maverick stopped to admire the read breasts.

'' look at you whore, your knocker are bright red, your breathing is ho-hum and your panty are soaked. lets see just how wet you got '' maverick said, grinning as he stood over her. he slid her panties to the face, stole the toy and felt her with his finger. she was dripping, oozing and his finger was caked in her juice.

'' does the naughty slut want to be fucked hard on this wheel ? '' asked Maverick.

'' Yes Sir. '' replied Charlie.

'' How bad does the hard worker want to be fucked ? I want to hear you beg for it whore '' said Maverick.

( not sound at begging, excuse me a import while i think of something clever, and skip songs.katy perrys-roar has been overplayed a trillion times on radio )

'' hard worker has happy thrill, an insatiate indigence to be fucked. jade kitty-cat is dripping and aching for Sir 's surd throbbing stopcock. delight do it me sir ! '' Charlie replied in her sexy voice.

so he did. he climbed back on that bicycle, pulled her soaked panties to the side and pounded his operose throbbing cock deep inside. he put his hired man over her mouth to pipe down her loud groan and let the early one travel between her knocker fodling and pinching teat as he wished. he groaned a bit under his breath as he found his release filling her cunt up with cum.

he was trying not to be too loud. he did n't want to alert the partygoers on the peir. he stood up catching his balance and then unfettered slave. slave was grinning from ear to ear as she drank the water Maverick handed her.

'' now it 's your turn of events, my aphrodisiacal obedient hard worker. go stand with your pinhead pressed to the pole and wait, no peeking. `` -Maverick ordered.

she scurried off slowly, carefully, in her heels so as not to descend and shinny her stifle. she waited pressed up agianst the pole. maverick slipped off her panties and slipped on a strap on butterfly vibrator toy and tied her to the pole, it kissing her shoulders and down her cover along the way. she squirmed periodicly, his nervus facialis hair is ticklish.

he had the vibrator remote in his hired man as he grinned. this was going to be fun. he stepped back a bit, set the toy on high and gave her permit to cum. he was smacking her ass good with the paddle. each blow pushing her into the pole, and pressing the toy harder agianst her clitoris. she counted them all, 1-2-3-4-5 ... moaning as she did. she made it to 17 blows, and two red ass buttock later before squirting all over the perch and the Sand below.

after cleaning up a bit, they hopped back on the motorcycle, riding off into the night. she had changed into street clothes of course, a jakes cigar hoodie and boney jeans. maverick dropped her off at her friend, C 's menage for wine-coloured, and shenanagins. he went back to his pad to finish up some work.

The End !