Original Sin: Bella, Biker-bitch

Past is Prologue: This new Original Sin series is an extension of the posted "Bella Bound," and "A family Addicted to Sex," a series posted in 5 parts. Following the also posted "Original Sin: Bella, in-love," here is another episode, "Original Sin, Bella, biker-bitch." Enjoy!

Time passed, and boy did it. Getting Bella unbound, and able to return to her office in a reasonable 'long lunch' sort of time frame, was going to be a challenge. Even uncuffed, butt hook out and unchained, blindfold off and my Bella was still a vision. This incredible thirty-five year old Black yoga-athlete body remained collared and leashed, still wearing that black leather cincher-corset that just cupped her breasts perfectly and framed her swollen vulva, all the while holding up her white see-though stockings. Those black pump stilettos were for her, a stable foundation, she was catwalk-ready. Though un-cuffed from the corset, she still had the black leather cuffs on both wrists. A beautiful look! Bella was so comfortable in her own skin, standing and moving gracefully to the adoring pleasure of this lucky old man. She bent over, that perfect Black butt facing me, picked up a box with a bow, and presented me with a Waldorf Astoria heavy white bathrobe. Really not yet ready to get off the bed, my mind wandered.

"Oh darling, you know I had one of these years ago, a different logo then and I stole it," I said. "Back and forth from San Francisco to New York, I think they there to be stolen, given the price of the rooms. But this will be a treasure, and that my beautiful whore is handing it to me better than naked, oh dear you are a vision. What a lunch! I am amazed at how perfectly you move in those stilettos, head held high as your breasts sway and that exposed pussy beckons me. I want you to shock the house, change into this outfit before sitting down to dinner tomorrow night? My cock is hard again, and will be then as well. We'll all be fighting over you." I added, "Do that for me sweetheart!"

"Oh my Master, of course I will do exactly as you wish," Bella responded. "But there will be no fighting, I belong to you. I'll tell my girlfriend Victoria of my plans, so she can respond in kind. I probably should wear white panties at the dinner table, very pretty to match the stockings. That will be fun! Right now, though this long lunch went a bit longer than expected, and God do I thank you for how you handled your whore today. I feel so well used, sore in exactly the right way and places. You were great! Let me call the office and check in, you'll hear my boss-voice. Then I still owe you that cook's tour, and anything of me that suits your fancy, before we both get dressed and head out."

Still on the bed, it was a joy to watch Bella stand in front of me essentially naked, so comfortable, so proud as she called her office. In a strong voice she asked her office manager, "Sorry, got carried away with some shopping, everything okay there?" Her phone on speaker, I listened to small talk and diligent assurance that all was in order in the office, and a reminder that she had a one-on-one therapy appointment in twenty minutes. "No problem, see you shortly!" And Bella climbed onto the bed with me, her titties almost in my face. We kissed with huge mutual affection, appreciation, and respect. She slide down and started to suck my hard cock. I needed that, I couldn't resist, but after just a minute of her mouth loving me, I stopped her.

"Honey," I said in my Master's voice. "Thank you, I love you, I can't resist you. But tomorrow will come, and we both need to get dressed, you to get all-ready to be a great therapist and me to be present-enough to safely handle that bike. Probably the first and last time ever, that I am not tempting fate with you, slut! Once again into the far beyond with the play you set up, and we didn't smoke our joint. I'm glad actually. Tomorrow we will, so plan on staying over. What time on Thursday morning do you need to be to your office?"

"You are right, I especially don't want you off-balance on that monster motorcycle. It's big and beautiful, I can't wait for a closer look." Bella said laughing. "My first Thursday appointment is at 9:00, so yes I'll bring office wear with me and leave by around 8:00 in the morning. I think Zach and Atticus will make that an easy timetable to keep. And yes, let's smoke a joint before and after dinner, me all dressed to kill. And Master, I'll bring your new bathrobe with me in the car tomorrow."

"Thank you honey, you are a doll," I said ready to get going. "I will likely tell Victoria that I dropped by to see you for a short visit while on my ride. Then I'll text you, and you can call her."

"As you wish Master," Bella responded. "I think that Victoria can handle any truth about us."

"You know honey," I said, contemplating Bella's words of wisdom. "I do want you to handle Victoria, take the lead, thank you. I'll text you after I've spoken to her, then when you call her to share your dinner-attire plans, handle our truth as you see fit. Got it?"

"Got it!" Bella said confidently. "She's one smart lady, our girl-talk is already very candid, and hot. Leave it to me!"

"Thanks honey," And I was off. In no time I was climbing on the BMW, feeling strong and present, in the mood to ride thankful for so many blessings in my life.

Once home, I was greeted by a busy Victoria looking great, so I hit the issue straight on. "I stopped by and saw Bella on the ride, she's going to call you about tomorrow night. She has tons of sexy gear, and she is planning to change into something very revealing before dinner. She'll be coming in business clothes, straight from her office. She'll share what she plans with you, girlfriend stuff, and you do whatever you like. I'm going to go clean up the bike from that ride, then take a bath before Zach gets home."

"Great, I'm enjoying Bella's initiative," Victoria noted. "But I am also looking forward to this evening with Zach--a lot!"

"Me too honey," and I was off to the garage to polish my toys, and text Bella.

Bella moved quickly and was clearly successful, the moment I came in from the garage Victoria was gushing about Bella's call, saying, "It was going to be a surprise, but Bella's plans are perfect for a purchase that was delivered by FedX while you were out riding. Her outfit is a black leather midriff cincher corset that exposes her breasts, butt and pussy. Sounds perfect for her. You'll remember that Stockroom Corinthian black leather Corset dress you liked, beautifully made and it suits my body, really more of a short leather dress bound at the waist like a corset. I've already tried it on while you were gone. I'll wear black nylons with it, while Bella goes white. We'll both be wearing panties at the dinner table. Sounds like we both have roughly the same ankle-strap shoe, my heels are really mid-height, not quite stilettos. More stable and comfortable, but gorgeous. I'm excited about putting them on again. This should be fun, a shock to Zach. I can't wait." She was gushing, what a lucky coincidence with her Stockroom delivery coming today. Goodness what a changed woman, so tuned in to her sexuality and to the opportunity presented by Zach, and now Bella.

"That's wonderful Victoria," I enthused. "I'm so happy to see you so into it. Great about that leather corset dress, I remember us talking about maybe getting it. Can't wait to see you in it tomorrow, then what a show when you and Bella come out dressed to kill for dinner. Of course it will catch Zach off guard, but it will also be dazzling for me. Thank you honey! Good job, no hints to Zach tonight. We'll both be looking forward to seeing him. I'm going to take a bath right now, you'll likely want to bathe him yourself after dinner. Just leave some for me," I added laughing.

"Bella teaches Yoga tonight," Victoria added. "Tuesdays and Thursdays, but she'll call us before or after. She's going to stay over tomorrow night, both because of our plans for a big show, and she has a light schedule at her office Thursday morning. I'm pumped!"

Oh goodness, Bella was right about everything, Victoria is a full blown slut in heat. Hungry for Zach and Bella, and a perfect partner to me. She's a new woman at sixty-five, so open and enjoying her own growth as much as I am mine. No room for jealousy, period. Within our family, we are polyamorous. I shook my head, still remembering how worried I was when I told her about my first sexual experience with Zach. Now we are all realized and loving bisexuals, with two younger magnificent Black lovers. Bella and I, in-love and bound uniquely by scorching kink.

Our Tuesday evening went as planned, the bath Victoria gave Zach took a good long while, and I didn't interrupt. When they finally came out to the living room, I was in my bathrobe, lounging with Atticus, watching TV. I'd had a good long walk with Atticus, enjoying my normal dog-walking routine, but pinching myself the whole way. My thoughts drifted to the notion of inviting Bella to move in, and maybe it could happen when she opens a new office on Bainbridge. Yes, moving my lover in with me and my wife might seem shocking, but we had already moved in our mutual lover Zach. It was a hit. A lucky perfect fit. We are a loving, caring, and very hot family. I feel like his surrogate dad, something we both came to feel as our sexual relationship matured, rapidly. Zach is almost ready to leave the Navy. Princeton four years, the Navy four years, and such a wonderful young man. He already had options a ferry ride away in Seattle. A hot young property! I sure hope he doesn't leave us, thank goodness he feels the same. So for my Bella fantasy, likely it would mean both living with us. I loved the idea. And while I'm predominantly focused on my relationship and future with Bella, the four of us are delightful company to each other. Bella and I are in-love. My wife Victoria and I have loved and respected each other for years, and do more so now. For both of us, Zach is our son and lover, as is Bella. That girlfriend bond and hot lesbian sex is powerful stuff, as is my gay sex and man talk with Zach. I hugged him when they came out, taking hold of his still hard Black cock, swinging from his open white bathrobe.

"Good to see you son," I said as we kissed, and I squeezed that cock. "Did your mother make that a very special bath, 'this' popping up for her through the suds?"

"Wow dad, yes and she got a load out of me in a hurry!" Zach offered with a wide grin. "She toweled me off, and I fucked that pussy doggy-style on the edge of the bed. I love watching my cock disappear into her, doggy-style especially, her pure white butt sticking up. Watching my big dick go in slowly, Black into white is so perfect. I am nuts for white women, mom being my first real white lover, I hope not my last. We'll see. I thought about you watching us, and would have loved it. I am one happy man dad, what do you need?"

"I've got your bondage video in the TV, I'm going to turn it on, you watch and tell your faggot dad what a faggot he is and make him work for your load. Tell me what you're watching, and make me suck you off. Talk dirty, I'm going to take my time. Got it son?" I was in my low growl, he looked delicious. The sound of the film started, and I pushed him toward his favorite position on the couch, handing him the remote, I dropped to my knees. He knew the video, and what would work for him. "Victoria, please join us, I hope you get off again. Either from the video, or seeing me servicing our son."

"I'm loving watching you be a faggot Cal," Victoria exclaimed. "I don't know the movie, but will enjoy and inject my dirty talk along with Zach. That you want to be a humiliated faggot Black cock whore is wild hot. Suck him you faggot bitch."

I had the head of Zach's cock filling my mouth, I was lost in lust over it, barely hearing but loving the vibrations of the dirty talk aimed at me. So I sucked and jacked, tongued that gaping come hole, loving gay sex with my son.

"That's it dad, be your faggot self and love my Black dick," Zach being verbal, was really pretty new. "On screen, a favorite part for me is seeing that Black bitch on her knees, blindfolded and bound, forced to take her master's monster white cock. Then his friend comes in, and they both force feed her. By the end of the video, she's taken six or seven, is covered with come and trying to swallow it all. Suck me dad, love me and suck me like a faggot father should!"

"Go Zach," Victoria was going nuts. "Your dad is a Black cock whore, and so am I. I love that you love slamming your Black cock into me. I bet I could take as much Black cock, as that Black bitch taking all those white dicks. I'd swallow every drop. Feed your dad, load him up, he's a fucking Black cock faggot!"

I was hearing all this, going out of my mind, my cock needed to explode. I pulled off Zach's cock head for just a moment, kept the slippery wet rhythm of my jack going, and said ferociously, "Listen Victoria, get your cunt mouth over here now, slide between my knees and under me. Suck bitch, so I can unload when Zach blows. Service your husband's white dick now, while I take care of our son!"

That was it. I was back home, exactly where I wanted to be, Zach's cock head filling my mouth, while I jacked him hard ready for him to shoot. Victoria was under me in seconds, I pounded in all the way down her throat 'till my balls slapped her whore chin, and my pelvis smashed her face.

"I'm coming dad, and I'm learning to go tantric. It just takes patience!" Zach said almost screaming. "Keep jacking and swallowing, this is going to be an epic load, making my dad work for come. Oh Daddy. Oh Daddy!"

Those words, those precious words, were magic to me. I unloaded deep in Victoria's throat, and then went tantric. I was shaking and convulsing, and so was Zach. I was sure he was going tantric, I felt his pelvis and diaphragm jerking involuntarily. He was always a big comer, but after several huge jets of come, his whole body orgasms kept going. The kid was going tantric, so I just kept jacking and sucking, and so did Victoria. The sounds from the video continued, perfect background dirty talk as Victoria and I were silent, our mouths full. Zach was out of control just moaning and screaming, in another world as his whole body was wracked by tantric gyrations, his cock staying hard and bulging in my hand as I jacked and sucked his open gaping come hole. Time passed.

In time, the video ended and except for the panting, the living room was quiet. That monster Black cock actually slipped out of my mouth, almost flaccid. The consequence of shooting multiple loads in his mother and now me, but I think that however he had slipped into tantric mode was the bigger issue. I raised up and looked at one satisfied young Black man, his eyes barely open, he smiled back at me saying with a laugh, "Thank you for your service, dad!"

"You actually going tantric, God what a thrill, and I think it took it all out of you!" I said with fatherly admiration, "I had not evolved to that level until late in my life, and even the Yogi Bella only achieved it on rare occasions. Like that one ejaculation experience for her, full body tantric orgasms are special. And Victoria, you are one evolved Black cock loving whore. I am so happy about your beautiful relationship with Zach, fucking at the drop of a hat. I love it, and your lesbian sex with your girlfriend Bella, my bound bitch whore. You know I'm in-love with that incredible woman, I can't wait for tomorrow. And thank you Victoria, you and she planning a special dinner for us, I'm so proud of you taking it all in stride. I want her to come and live with us!"

"You know Cal, I do too, and hope it can happen soon," Victoria offered those words with total sincerity. "Except when our kids come to visit, and we need to keep up appearances, I'm ready to move into Zach's master suite, and never be far away from being the Black cock whore I am. I hope you and Bella, do your thing and enjoy yourselves half as much. When it's just us, Zach in our bed feels so good. The whole thing is good, and wild. I'm on a high!" Zach just smiled, listening to our joy in talking about him, and Bella.

My phone rang, Bella of course. Just through teaching her Yoga class, perfect timing. We got everything confirmed on speaker phone, both Zach and Bella would be here Wednesday about 4:00. With that we got ourselves organized and the three of us crashed together in the master suite. Once again, Zach was gone before the sunlight and Atticus said get up. Atticus and I walked, acted normal, said all the normal things to all the normal people--my mind a million miles away. Bella. Such a special name, given her by her Italian dad, meaning 'beautiful' in Italian. And God was she, now a pervasive presence in my consciousness. We were connected, and then after seemingly counting the minutes, it was 4:00 Zach and Bella arrived only minutes apart. Both were dressed for work. Bella was in a tailored suit, double breasted with a tight fighting skirt, a gorgeous sophisticated wealthy professional look. Perfect! Zach was in fatigues, as usual, and ready to be naked. Bella was carrying bags, and handed one to me, my new Waldorf Astoria robe. It weighed a ton. Kisses, hugs, and eager energy all around, the girls were off to my master suite and Zach to his both ready for a bath. I switched bathrobes, and in a bit Zach was back, out of the bath and in his robe. Of course the girls were going to take their sweet time, getting ready to put on the dog. Dinner was fully set, so Zach and I chatted, enjoyed the blues as he sipped a ritual beer looking relaxed and glad to be home. I was real glad he was home too, his bathrobe was open and he was his hard former self, recovered from last night's tantric exhaustion. I wanted his cock right then, gave it a quick squeeze to his immediate pelvic jerk and loud happy 'welcome home' moan. I wanted a joint, but I wanted it with Bella, and likely Victoria would want to join us. So I waited for their debut, and here they came, Howlin' Wolf couldn't have asked for a better scene to compliment his howling.

Bella so poised in those stilettos, a bit taller than Victoria, her exposed breasts demanded attention bound only by leather from beneath and swaying with such power and grace on such a lean body. Together, arm in arm, the two were a stunning vision. Victoria's white hair and Bella's black hair similarly moussed straight back and about the same length. They were striking a pose, that accented their smiles and facial beauty, both lean and angular. Victoria's Stockroom leather corset dress barely covered her pierced nipples jutting out from her small pert breasts, 'barely' being the operative word. Bound tight at the corseted waist, at the top Zach and I could enjoy the sight of those always hard nipples and the stainless steel nipple rings, framed but not quite contained within the shiny black leather. That 'dress' so-called, stopped just below the butt and pussy, so when walking or sitting her black panties with her stainless steel clit ring shining through, screamed look at me. Exactly like Bella's more waist-focused black leather corset, by design leaving her always swollen pussy and bubble butt totally exposed. Both garments had black leather straps hanging down, clipped to their contrasting stockings. Victoria's stockings were a see-through black like her panties, Bella's a see-through white like her totally exposed panties, creating contrasting camel-toes. The panties were a formality for their entrance and the dinner table, they were there to be removed, ceremonially. The corsets would remain throughout the evening's play. Continuing down, both were in shiny leather pumps bound around the ankle. Bella's were a towering six inches, Victoria's a more conservative four inches. Both were perfect. Both wore black leather collars, Bella's with a leash already attached and hanging seductively, signaling readiness for me to take control of my bitch. Notably, Bella alone wore black leather Cuffs on each wrist, later to render them bound to the rings on her corset, if need be. The two were as any man would dream, there for the taking, and there to be taken. Zach and I applauded, hugged and kissed both, pulling out a chair for each at the dinner table as the blues played on. Even Atticus seemed to know, this was very special.

I saw Victoria take advantage of the pomp, and grab Zach by his most always hard Black cock She let go only when he leaned over her with a kiss, and copped a quick feel of her nipple rings, scarcely shrouded behind that shiny leather. Once they were seated, I stood directly behind Bella and cupped both ample breasts, pinching both erect nipples hard to send the jolt of pain I knew she needed. Her body shook for a moment, allowing her breasts to jiggle in a shudder, once I released those nipples from this very preliminary torture. She carried a look of happy contentment on her face, a powerful and self-aware woman. Bella and Victoria were beautiful, and very much loving being so objectified and on stage.

"You two are some kind of wonderful," I said laying the evening's groundwork. "Thank you Bella for my new Waldorf Astoria bathrobe, and being exactly who you are. Thank you Victoria for preparing this feast, goodness are you a vixen in that piece of Stockroom leather drama. I remember seeing it online a year ago, glad you ordered it. Now who's ready for the white wine? I'll be slipping into the bathroom for pot, often tonight, I think. Two whore bitches joining me, I hope. But let's start dinner with a toast!" I paused, poured white wine for all three, sparkling water for me.

I lifted my glass, "My toast starts with you Zachery, the 'Original Sin' is my chance meeting with you in the produce section of Town & Country, and one look at the four wonderful people at this table tells the story. It all began with you Zachery, you joined me for dinner at this very table. You had only self-identified as straight, and I had lived a straight life but hungered to realize my bisexual side. Look where we have come. Your presence has transformed me, both as your surrogate dad and gay lover. It transformed Victoria, just look at her tonight, a bonafide big Black cock whore. Then you brought me my Bella, the most self-aware and realized of any of us. She has loved each of us, and turned Victoria bisexual, through their lesbian girl time. We are all so lucky. Thank you Zachery, I love you dearly."

With that, some tears and great mutual understanding within this family, the real product of that 'Original Sin.' Zach of course, had to go first. "Thank you dad! Every single day since that chance meeting has brought new, incredible, and unbelievable learning. Our meeting was by chance, but you have directed this story like the master artist you are. I have been inspired. I have followed you, and learned daily. You are a great dad, and the only Daddy in this house!" That old refrain bringing laughter around the table.

Bella calmly, moved in. "Thank you both, and thank you Victoria. Best girlfriend possible." Bella continued, addressing me directly, "But Zachery is spot-on, it is all because of you, you wrote the script and directed the movie. I finally see that being myself, living my sexuality, is possible because I am in-love with you. The love and honesty you give, is what allows me to sit at this table comfortable, at ease, safe with almost no clothes on. Thank you Master!"

"Here here!" Victoria was to the point. "Great points all around. For myself and I think for Cal, to have this awakening at this late stage in our lives makes it all the more special. I wake up every single day now, as though yet another new adventure awaits. And it does, just look at us tonight. Even the shopping for new clothes and gear, the getting ready, bathing and dressing with my girlfriend to come out and show off is a joy. Cal and I are so lucky to have quite miraculously found to such young and beautiful people who enrich our lives everyday. And yes, the interracial component, as we learned from my secret 'Black stranger' fantasy taking on a life of its own is rich. I'm a whore for Black cock, and my Black girlfriend, ditto for Cal."

Enough said, the dinner began and the happy chatter of this family, and our bountiful blessings continued. As a second round of white wine was served, I got up and announced I needed a joint, and welcomed Bella and Victoria to join me if it suited them. Bella was up in an instant, but Victoria said politely, "I'll grab a hit later, take your time, I have this handsome young man right here and I'm loving his company."

I pulled Bella's chair out, picked up the leash to her collar, and headed for our master suite. In the bathroom Bella and I stood and embraced fully, as I lit the joint and took a big overdue hit, then shared it mouth to mouth with my beauty. That continued, with each hit more exploration, more exquisite dominating play. "Where did you put the blindfold and riding crop?" I asked, pulling her head back with the leash just because I could, I sucked hard on each nipple. Before she could answer, my tongue went deep into her whore mouth as I stroked that moussed slick black hair. "I love this combed back look, it is academy award stuff, almost 1930's German noir."

"The satchel is beside the bed my Master, with the blindfold and crop on top," Bella said as she exhaled. "More smoke sharing please my Master, and while I am yours for the taking, anything you want--may I say that I am excited by the thought of a visit to your motorcycle collection in the garage. You riding that big BMW over to see me yesterday was a treat. First let's reunite with Zachery and Victoria, another nibble and a taste of that fine wine. My cunt is dripping wet."

I reached for that cunt, pushed that sloppy wet pair of white panties to the side, and found it was wide open beckoning my abuse. She and Victoria had pulled their panties on over the straps holding the stockings, so they could be slipped-off easily, so I pulled them down and she stepped out with perfect balance in those stilettos. Then in I went, all five finger just up to the knuckle. Bella moaned loudly and I felt her knees buckle. "One last hit honey," I said, as my hand now muscled well into her gorgeous Black cunt, opening just for me. The panties had created a lovely camel toe, good for show, but nothing could beat a gaping Black cunt that just screamed abuse me! Her eyes were dreamy as we walked back out, satchel and gear in hand, to find Zach on his knees servicing Victoria at the dinner table while she sipped white wine. Her panties were off too, and sitting on Zach's head like a playful trophy.

"Hey you two," I announced our return. "Bella needs a drink after that joint, then we're heading out to the garage so she can play biker bitch. You two have fun, we'll see you later. Fuck your mom good Zach, but remember the rule, always save a load for your dad."

"Got it dad!" Zach said lifting off his suck of his mom's clit and clit ring, his face smeared with cunt juice. "Did you tell Bella that I am making strides with my cock going tantric? Got your iPhone with you? Take a hot motorcycle pic if you get a chance!" Little did he know, we had a couple of pics already in mind, and I might just use his cock on Bella later as a part of my plan to really savage her.

My garage was a happy place for me, three cars, two motorcycles and a well decorated man cave atmosphere. Quite comfortable, and filled with automotive art. Bella had only seen it briefly, a hurried look when Victoria first showed her around the house. Glass of wine in hand, we sat down on the black leather couch facing a TV screen and both bikes. Satchel down, my hand went back in that cunt gape, Bella opened her legs in those white stockings. She wanted the fist, in seconds she lifted both legs up, stilettos high in the air. My hand went in to the wrist and formed a fist to a loud "Oh fuck!" From my Bella. So I fisted for a bit, and feasted on her nipples, pulling out the blindfold and handing it to her. She was ready, it was on in an instant. Her leash in one hand, the riding crop at the ready, but I was so enjoying feeling her Yogi muscles grip my wrist and fuck my fist. Bella was working it, she was using my fist to jack that cunt, as surely as I was using her gaping cunt for fun. I was in no hurry to change gears, but plans were forming.

"In a minute cunt, I'm going to lead you to the BMW you saw me ride to your house. Take that blindfold off right now, I want you to see where you are going. You're going to mount that black and chrome monster, lean all the way forward over the tank, let's see where your hands go and what you can get a hold of. Might be your titties hang over the tank, and you reach all the way down to the cylinder heads of that opposed-twin, wet cunt on my leather seat, ass in the air." I said in full Dom mode. "Relax cunt, I'll guide you. Once you're mounted and have had a good look, blindfold back on. I might decide to hook your wrist cuffs to the bottom of your corset like yesterday, tittles alone loving that smooth tank. We'll see. Until I need your cunt mouth and throat, do you want me to ball gag you now?"

"Yes!" She gasped as I helped her mount the beast, gaping dripping cunt grinding into the leather. Once on, and blindfolded again, I got the ball gag and strapped her up tight. Her arms could indeed reach down grab the chrome cylinder heads on each side, she fondled this new sensation, moaning her approval through that ball gag.

"Butt up cunt, I'm going to take the picture you want to see," I said in a deep gravely tone. "But first, I am going to whip you hard with the riding crop, while you're riding that steel horse. Love it bitch. Hang on to that chrome motor, use your grip and feel bound to it, grind your open shaved cunt into that leather seat--and ride." I paused, a new thought. "We may go back with your hands on the motor, cunt. But I want to see your hands on the handlebars, ready for a rough ride. Reach forward, its a natural position by design, take hold. I want you hanging on to those handlebars, a tight grip with all your strength."

She was perfect and her hands found the handlebars, blindfold on tight. It was a natural position. Seeing it, I decided that Bella needed to be bound, exactly in that position. I reached into the satchel for a roll of black bondage tape, flexible and easily removed when I was good and ready to release her. While she held the handlebar grips, I wrapped that tape around her wrists so that no matter her delirium, her hands were at one with the handlebars looking like the perfect biker-bitch. Inspired, I went for her ankles, flipped out the foot pegs and positioned her stilettos. I wrapped them up tight in the bondage tape.

Bound in position, Bella silently readjusted, her butt stayed up and the bitch knew how to hold those shoulders and arch that back. The position gave new value to her strong shoulders, and let her naked tits raise up and point forward. What a sight, a classic money-shot, what a picture. And for what I planned, I needed to be able to reach around and enjoy handling them, abusing them while I savaged her. I took hold of her raised butt cheeks, roughed 'em up a little, enjoyed the beautiful power in them. I pulled them apart roughly, exclaiming, "There's my target cunt. Look at that tight rosebud-perfect butt hole. I'm just roughing it up bitch, you know you're going to get whipped and bitch fucked on my motorcycle. You are my motorcycle, you are going to ride, and be ridden. I'm going to take some pictures for you, cunt. I'm going to take a fist full of your come and cunt juice to lube your butt, just to open it up so it can say hello to my cock after I make you come from the whip. Then, as promised, I'll push my white cock into your Black butthole real slow--for the camera."

And so it began; I lubed that butt with Bella's cunt and come juice, after I had whipped it almost red with the riding crop. I whipped. I felt her coming from the pain, her body was on fire, she screamed through the ball gag bound tight to the bike. So I climbed on ready to ride her hard. First the promised pictures. I took a picture of her naked open butt, slapped and whipped, but yet to be fucked. I took a second picture, of my white cock head, flaring out, pushing against her Black rosebud. Then a third picture, in stages, full shaft penetration until my balls slapped against her dripping pussy-gape. Enough with the iPhone.

Bella was already going through waves of some kind of wild series of orgasms, I was savaging her butt with all my might, hands gripping each tit pulling her up in a tight arch against my pounding. I pulled on them so hard it scared me. Bella's tits became my handlebars. God did I pull. I was lost in the moment, my Bella, dressed in her fuck-me outfit, bound tightly to the bike while my cock was about ready to shoot in her gone-wild butt hole. Her come saturated the black leather seat, her body shook, jerked, and pulled within the bounds of her total confinement, animal sounds came out of her ball-gagged mouth. Blindfolded, she too was lost, totally lost in this begged-for motorcycle-bound biker fuck.

"Here's my load bitch, work my cock with those trained butt muscles cunt, work it hard!" I screamed, as I pinched her tits as hard as I could, pulling down on them now against the arch of her cunt back. "Work me through every possible wave of my cock going tantric in your abused ass. Come like mad honey, in every way you can, feed that leather your load. Keep working that cock. Ride that bike bitch, you asked for it. You are a motorcycle bound whore, a biker-bitch on a rough ride. I know your butt is burning from the whipping I gave you, but keep coming while your whore on your Master's cock." Time passed.

To be continued...