Motorcycle rebel and Gothic Charlie

I feel like writing another fantasy. over the final 2 age, I have come to actualise, that I am the only person, that has yet to see the movie top gun. it 's not my 1st pic filling but it wasnt as boring as some of the former picture show I have watched. my only charge is that, in the cabinet room tantrum, no matter how Maverick stands, leaning, motility, that hoot towel stays on : -p

Charlie, as I will call myself, ( from the motion picture ) showed up to maverick 's ( inset one of my doms here ) sign in a long gothic cape, tied shut. this is my fancy so It isnt exactly normal, like all thing me, a flair of odd flaoting about. Charlie insisted on going for a motorcycle ride and Urged Maverick to grab the toy bag. Maverick helped her onto the wheel. black shag me shoes and all. when gathering her cape bottom, so the back wheel would n't eat it on the backwash, maverick noticed that Charlie was n't wearing any drawers under that cape ! An malefic smirk danced acrossed his human face as he climbed on the motorcycle and fired it up.

Charlie held on tight, resting her head on Mavericks back, eyes closed, as the motorcycle sped off into the night. down a few twist roadstead, her whisker blowing in the fart. rebel came to a catch at the peir 39. they walked side of meat by side under the Moon as Maverick took his wheel under the peir to lean it up against one the celestial pole, tucked deep under. He didnt see anyone around. it was deep enough that they were mostly alone. charlie took a bit admire the waves as they crashed in. she was really absorbing her surround, the moonshine sparkling off the water like flecs of infield on the sea. smell the salty air as seagull whiz around operating cost. for a moment she was taken back to another level in time, a happy present moment, safe, warm, fun.

Maverick watched her standing, staring at the sea. then, in a move out of an old dark and Andrew Dickson White movie, he tipped her back in his musclely arms and kissed her. first on the sassing 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 motility, Charlie started sucking on maverick tongue as if it were a hard member. what a tease. as they parted she bit his lip a little on her way out really making his peter throb. ( fugitive interruption in typing while superior suction on my neck a bit. this gets me wet and tingly down low. )

rebel stands in front of Charlie now, tipping her goon back and slowly untying the ness. it falls to the one in one warm expanse reavealing her outfit. Elwyn Brooks White fishing net dress, strappy underwear and pasties ! like this exactly ...

I have the perfect pasties in real spirit, the cape, but do not own this underclothing or dress.

he pushed her back up against the support pole and kissed her punishing as pure passion flowed threw them. his next move, laying her down on the bike and continueing the makeout fest. she was layed back, arms back above her head. she had her legs draped over Mavericks, toes in the guts. he was sitting on the bike seat leaned over charlie, making out. she could sense his strong penis through his pants and was starting to gyrate her hips a bit. as he kissed her his early handwriting fished in the toy bag for the rope. 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 rope manuver and knot.

when her helping hand were tied he sat up admiring her work. his hired hand traveled down her sides and then up her stomache, hands cupping her valumptuose knocker and pinching the hard, vertical nipples a bit before climbing off the bike to tie her peg. 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 number without my express permission, do you interpret buckle down ? '' -Maverick announced.

'' yes Sir '' - Charlie Replied.

he then carefully tied one leg to the rod and the other leg to the bicycle kickstand. after he legs were secure, he pulled up her fishing net wearing apparel and covered her head with it. she could still breath, its fishnet on her cheek. he peeled off the pasties and grabbed a paddle from the bag. he asked charlie to numerate the shock. `` thwack ! '' one boat paddle to the right breast. she winced a bit as she said 1. `` thwack '' a 2nd coke, to the left breast this time. `` 2 ! thankyou may I have another Sir '' slipped out as she made a face. the waddle stung a short bit but he was n't hitting to hard. rebel was n't punishing her, he was pleasuring her. he rubbed the rightfulness breast a bit before hitting it agian with the paddle. doing the like for the 4th shock to the left breast. she counted all 4. her pap were upright and her pussy was pretty wet. after 4 more `` thwacks '' of the spank rebel stopped to admire the read breasts.

'' look at you whore, your breasts are brightly red, your breathing is boring and your panty are soaked. Lashkar-e-Tayyiba see just how wet you got '' rebel 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 juicy slattern 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 woman of the street '' said Maverick.

( not good at begging, relieve me a consequence while i think of something clever, and skip songs.katy perrys-roar has been overplayed a gazillion times on radio )

'' striver has well-chosen tingles, an insatiable penury to be fucked. adulteress pussycat is dripping and aching for Sir 's hard throb shaft. please have it away me sir ! '' Charlie replied in her aphrodisiacal voice.

so he did. he climbed back on that motorcycle, pulled her soaked panty to the position and pounded his hard throbbing prick deep interior. he put his hand over her mouth to calm down her loud moans and let the other one locomotion between her breasts fodling and pinching pap as he wished. he groaned a bit under his breathing place as he found his tone ending filling her pussy up with cum.

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

'' now it 's your turn, my aphrodisiac obedient slave. go pedestal with your breast pressed to the pole and wait, no peeking. `` -Maverick ordered.

she scurried off slowly, carefully, in her heels so as not to hang and peel her stifle. she waited pressed up agianst the pole. maverick slipped off her step-in and slipped on a shoulder strap on butterfly vibrator toy and tied her to the rod, it kissing her berm and down her rachis along the way. she squirmed periodicly, his facial hair is ticklish.

he had the vibrator remote control in his hand as he grinned. this was going to be fun. he stepped back a bit, set the toy on high gear and gave her permission to cum. he was smacking her ass good with the paddle. each nose candy pushing her into the pole, and pressing the toy harder agianst her button. she counted them all, 1-2-3-4-5 ... moaning as she did. she made it to 17 blows, and two red ass cheeks later before squirting all over the pole 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 dress of course, a jakes cigar hoodie and skinny blue jean. Maverick dropped her off at her friend, C 's house for wine-colored, and shenanagins. he went back to his pad to finish up some work.

The End !