Diaries of a Teenage Hooker

09

              "Put the phone down, girl. You can worry about social media later," the biker dude said.

I agreed with him. I set the phone beside me and eased my legs apart. I was soaking wet, leaking onto his bike's leather seats. He came up to me slowly, looking between my legs.

"You're beautiful," he said. He came closer and began touching my thighs, rubbing them with enough sensuousness to have me squirming on his bike. He took hold of my shirt and removed it completely, tossing it to the side.

He slapped my hand off my breasts and replaced them with his. Leaning forward, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it tenderly. The thumb of his other hand was rubbing the other nipple, while his free hand had wrapped itself around my neck and was squeezing.

My eyes fluttered shut as my insides developed an air-like quality. It was almost as if it was soaring. I tugged on his hair, my mouth half opened as I moaned into the open space.

"Feels... so good... fuck." I shuddered, my legs tightening and shaking slightly. I was going to orgasm even though he'd strictly told me not to. The added contact of his hands roving my body was just making it worse for me. I tried hard to hold in the orgasm, parting my legs as far as they could go.

More liquid dripped onto the leather seats from my mound, and my legs were gripping the sides of the motorcycle as I shook. My moans were now frantic gasps. It didn't take a magician to figure out that I was close to finishing, but the man just went on teasing my nipples.

He pushed my breasts together and took in both nipples at the same time. The shockwave of pleasure brought the orgasm, hard and fast. I gasped it out in short, quick breaths, tugging extra hard on his innocent strands as I rode it out.

He didn't say anything for the entirety of my orgasm, but once I was done and was calming down, he let go of both my nipples, and my breasts bounced back into position. Looking me in the eyes, he took the vibrator out of me. "I didn't give you permission to come."

"You said I shouldn't finish without you. It wasn't exactly without you," I said.

"Don't try to play smart with me, girl," he said, his deep voice turning dark. "You didn't do as I asked, and you will be punished for that."

I smiled slowly as he began taking off each piece of my clothing. For my panties, he leaned down and tugged them off with his teeth, making sure his tongue grazed my extra sensitive nub. I shuddered and backed away from it.

He bunched my panties in his fist, kissed me between my legs and then shoved them in my mouth. "Now I don't like a lot of noise, and women tend to scream a lot when they're around me, so this will keep you quiet."

He wrapped his arms around my thighs and eased me back, so that I was awkwardly lying on the bike. My raw self was exposed to him. While his eyes were on me, he drooled onto my vagina even though I was already wet enough. It was the visual that made my belly ache with want.

He lowered his head out of my sight, and then I felt his rough tongue brush my clit. I squeezed my eyes shut as my belly tightened. He stopped, only breathing on my clit. It was engorged and throbbing, and him teasing me was burning up my insides.

I hissed, annoyed, and began lowering my hands down there to take care of myself. He kissed my fingers before they could reach their destination, then he took two into his mouth and sucked on them tenderly.

Somehow, that was causing my clit's throbbing to speed up. The man was just so good at pleasuring women, it was dizzying. He let go of my fingers and returned his tongue to my clit, giving it an experimental lick from top to bottom.